I don’t understand the need for a formal Fathers’ Day on the calendar. My daughter made some statement about it recently and I pointed out to her, as I buckled my grandson into his car seat, that every day I got to see my grandchildren was a father’s day.
Yesterday that involved having two children scream with laughter when I knocked a pill box off the shelf. That of course gave me a reason to threaten them with “I’ll give you something to laugh about,” and chase them across the house. At one point it involved having a three year old climb up on the back of the couch, sit on my neck and pat my hair while the five year old explained an important part of her life to me.
The biggest struggle of the day was getting up off the floor. The five year old wanted to make the alphabet with some old wood blocks we had in a basket. Of course she could not do that on a table like a civilized human being. It had to be on the floor. And of course the three year old had to get involved which meant sitting, and bouncing, on top of grandpa. The struggle came from getting up again. I made it. More good news.
Dinner was at an Italian restaurant and involved watching my granddaughter carefully eating a plate full of her “favorite kind of pasta”. I got to give her a lesson in generosity by giving her a five to put in the jar of the lady playing accordion in the entry.
All in all it was a great father’s day. I hope yours went as well. Expect to have another one soon.
homo unius libri
Tuesday, August 22, 2023
Opus 2023-217: Happy Father’s Day
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