Irony Strikes… Literally

Our denomination has a camp about an hour north of Saskatoon and it is a beautiful place, but requires a lot up keep. My dad has been on the board of the camp as the ‘Maintenance Manager’ for years and gives selflessly to the camp. (Kudos dad)

Now what does this have to do with irony you ask? Well this year during family camp my dad decided that unlike past years he would actually treat this year like a vacation and enjoy camp. But of course he spent the whole week working the new water system, running new power and water lines lines, fixing this and that. After six days of working eight hour days on his “vacation” he decided to draw the line.

He was talking to the caretaker of camp outside of the lodge at about 10:30 on Friday night. His exact words were (in a joking way) “I’m not going to work anymore this week unless something starts on fire.” Just as the words came out of his mouth the power pole behind him exploded.

I wasn’t there, but I did see him running through the dining hall in his coveralls with greasy hands soon after irony struck. Earlier that day at supper time he told us what he was going to say about not working anymore that week. So when I cracked a joke about seeing him back to work he just looked at me and said “Something started on fire.”

He ended up working till 3am and all the next morning trying to get the power fixed for the west side of camp. The cool thing of all this is my dad’s attitude. He works so hard for that camp and its all volunteer work. He always say that he doesn’t get paid till the other side. I think that the explosion was a sign from God that he should work harder… And no, my dad didn’t laugh at that joke either.