It started out as reading and ended up as a nap for both of us. I recovered in time to mow the grass, but not much else.
Today is Father’s Day and it is a beautiful morning. I am working in my backyard office and B and O are sleeping late. Like always, my trusty companion Ivy is with me. O ran the yard with her friend last night playing with glow sticks and having a great time. Summer nights, there is nothing like them. Yesterday morning O had a softball, the league All-Star game, and she played like an All-Star. It was fun to watch. However, it rained and was otherwise a fairly dreary morning, which I am blaming for the nap. W comes home this evening and we can hardly wait. He’ll be exhausted and wanting to go to bed, especially when he realizes that his day begins at 6.15 or so tomorrow morning. But, we’ll be parents and try to pry what we can out of him before he falls asleep.
For Father’s Day, I’ll go back in time and think of my dad and what he taught me – directly and indirectly. I went back and re-read my Father’s Day posts from the earlier days of Making the Days Count.
There are some recurring themes – procrastination and growing as a dad and reflecting on my own relationship with my dad. It’s all pretty complicated and a work in progress. Like my basement and a few other things.
Yesterday evening, we purchased a new grill. I can hardly wait to crank it up and flip some burgers and dogs, some ribs, or some chicken. However, that’ll have to wait. Today is gonna be a great day, I know it and I can feel it. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one Father’s Day at a time.
I remember playing catch with my dad. I remember enjoying a Choucroute Garnie in Paris with my dad. I remember how proud he was of me when I went off to college and how immature I really was. What do you remember about growing up with your dad?