Dad’s 93rd

I spent a lot of time thinking about my father today. We worked on rehabbing our upper deck, and somehow accomplishing that task, right down to getting the drip irrigation turned on, plants trimmed, and gutters managed on his birthday felt like honorable work to do. Work he would have lent a hand with, or at least supervised.

I’ve had music streaming this afternoon that he loved, there’s dirt underneath my nails, and sockeye is in the fridge for dinner. The weather was stellar. The sort of weather that chases grey spring blues right out of your hide. Dad would have loved the welcoming turn in our weather. I really miss him.