Father's day

Ah, Father's Day! The day when fathers around the nation kick back and

have their every whim catered too. Or, in my case, the day when I got up,

made waffles for myself and Miniwether while Misseswether slept. Then we

all went to church where Miniwether turned into the Squirmy, the worm that

doesn't stop moving! After that we came home and I skipped lunch and began

working on the yard. I haven't mowed it in two weeks or weeded in over a

month, so it was looking pretty ragged. Four hours of 97F temperatures and

no-stop labor I got it looking mostly presentable again, assuming one does

not look too close. After that I helped a friend move some furniture, then

made my yummy tacos for supper. We all gorged ourselves on the tacos, then

I took Miniwether to the community pool. She LOVES that, though it seems

her favorite activity there is to be carried back and forth between the

kiddie pool and the big pool. We did this for almost two hours, then back

home to call my dad.

 

Here is a picture of my dad back when he was a race car driver. He's the

one who blessed me with my desire for adventure, excitment, and

exporation. He's the biggest hunter/fisher you'll ever meet. Growing up he

always took us camping, fishing, hunting and generally made sure we knew

our way around the borderlands. He was big into Scouts and later helped

develop Capable Partners, a group dedicated to helping handicapped

sportsmen (and women) get back out hunting and fishing. His idea of fun

(when not hunting/fishing) is to get into the car and drive off to some

other state from their home in Minnesota. He had one car that covered over

300,000 miles in journies running from Florida to Alaska to Texas (with

assorted side trips to Montana, Wyoming, Iowa, etc...). Oh man, the

stories I could tell about my Dad!

Done