Post 2361 - Saturday

Well, in keeping with my iron level deficiencies I slept a lot on Saturday.  I slept in until 10am.  By 11:30 and after my shower, we stepped out for brunch.  It was at the Lower Deck in Clayton Park, and it will be a long time before we go back.  We prefer Brewdebakers across the street.

We returned to the house by 2pm.  By 2:30 or so, we both announced that we could close our eyes for a few minutes.  The next thing I knew it was 7pm.  We'd slept for more than 4 hours.    Yikes.

I spent quite a bit of time washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen.  By 10:40 or so, I came down here to my home office to watch the Horror Writers Association annual Bram Stoker Awards.  A whole bunch of people I have not heard of won some prestigious awards.  I am most interested in reading "Blood Oranges" by Caitlin R. Kiernan.   She won for superior achievement in a novel.  She was one of the presenters this evening.  A most unusual-looking woman.  I read her wikipedia article and learned that she is a transsexual lesbian and an atheist pagan.  People were pretty pleased that she had won, and I am curious enough to check out her work.

It is now past  1am on Sunday morning.  Father's Day.  I have already changed my FB profile picture to one of my dad, taken in 2002.  He was helping Mom get out of the van he owned at the time and was holding her purse as I snapped the photo.  A funny moment.  I miss my father every day.  He was not a perfect man, but he was my father and I loved him, and I still wish I could have a conversation with him.  Among the things I would discuss with him would be: What the hell are all these loose keys for that I have found in the garage and in your work shop?  Is there some vault or safe somewhere that contains a pile of money or dirty books or empty soda bottles, whose key is among the many I have found?

For what it is worth, I would also ask him for some carpentry advice, something I should have asked him about many times over the years.  Much to my regret I did not, and now I must fend for myself with tools whose use is murky to me, and on tasks I do not know how to commence, let alone see my way through to their conclusion.  

Happy Father's  Day.  Love him while you have him, and miss him like crazy when you don't.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy