Dad and Ginna, Jean and Amy and I went to the Owl's Nest for supper for Dad's birthday and then came over to my house for cake and tea. Dad seemed quiet and sober most of the evening, saying little and not smiling much. I wonder if the weight of years was on his mind. Or maybe it was the topics of conversation: male genital organs and their sizes, aged people being allowed to die, and mom smoking and starting fires in the house from hiding burning cigarettes so that she wouldn't be found out. And maybe he was tired...they worked for an elderly lady (83) in Madison this morning...
Live well, Dad! May your bones be strong and your heart be steady. May the biting flies and mosquitoes loose their attraction for your blood this summer. And may you know that your children love you dearly.
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