WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO DO???

My son is back from Florida. He stopped by the house to say hello and it certainly was good to see him. Just before Easter I found a very sappy card on a download that told a son how much a father loved him. It was too much with the dead father routine. I sent it instead to my daughter with a question about what the boys would think if I sent it. She roared with laughter about it and told me that I was a fink and a p ey if I did not send it. She dared me. I passed and E mailed her back “I am a cowardly p ey.” The relationship I have with my sons is deep and caring. It has been built from an early age on demonstrating love rather than empty words. Even when I was in final stages of alcoholism I managed to maintain the relationship with the children. Since I stopped drinking the relationship has flourished. When I had the 10 year celebration and they came to the meeting I nearly burst with pride. I do feel that while I contributed genes to their outcome that the molding of the children was done by my wife. As I said once, she has a black belt in marriage and in motherhood. These children are great and a joy to me. If they are reading this I hope that they remember these words when they pick my nursing home.

The pitch of work has been building to a very busy and stressful Friday. I am looking past it and have great hopes for a good weekend. I like it when my wife goes out for the day. This gives me a chance to do anything I want with myself. I can do nothing or I can do whatever. I am leaning towards taking a drive down to Pennsylvania and the New Hope area. I just love to wander the shops and then have a good meal. There is a crazy place not far from there that is just filled with cast concrete statues and as wildly eclectic merchandise as you could imagine. I can decide at the last moment what to do and I appreciate that freedom. Time now to go back to Anne Rice and her fanged friend, Vittorio. Peace all.

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