Father's Day post mortem

This is a photo of a much younger me (with brown hair) with the kids when they were on the verge of becoming smart asses. Also pictured is our beloved Lab, Sally.  She lived to the ripe old age of 15 and was completely nuts until she was 10.  My 125 pound father could never pet her because her excitement would bowl him over.  Sally would routinely test the electric fence we installed to check of it was still functional.  The collar around her neck would send her a signal before she got zapped.  However, when the battery ran down after her frequently testing, she would saunter off down the street, not running but at a stroll.  Many times to be returned by some passerby that would see the name and phone on the collar. 

This father's day I longed to remember my own father in more detail.  I remember standing in the unemployment line with him when he got laid off from Fords.  Clearly remember a black man pushing a large wide broom across the tile floor at the office and sound it made.  I remember his devastation at my sister Pam's passing and his struggle to function afterward.  I remember him dancing with our mom Dorothy at weddings we attended. They would glide across the floor as one person, each sensing the others next move.  I cannot remember the sound of his voice or the cadence of his speech.  I wished I could have been a better baseball player for him, now realizing that poor vision in one eye hampered my depth perception and my ability to hit the ball.  I believe he taught me to be a good husband.  When we were alone he told of his business trips and that being true to your wife was paramount in importance.  Eddie did his best for us.  He gave his paycheck to Dorothy every week.  She managed the finances, and wisely so. Wish I could hear his voice in my head.

Back to the present, I had a wonderful day with Shannon and all her movies followed by an inspired cooking session with Katey making extraordinary shrimp tacos.  I have to make these.  The spicing and texture was perfect.  My daughter is the antithesis of her youth.  Her apartment is CLEAN! and organized. She washes dishes and has actual food in her refrigerator.  This is the first time we have spent time together alone and with conversation in a long time.  Truly a gift.  I felt loved. My boys called and texted me with well wishes for the day as well.  A good day.

Sorry for all the rambling in this entry.  Sometimes thoughts and memories come pouring out like water from the faucet.  No politics today

all for now

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