Well, just a few finishing touches on my New Media paper yet to do. I only wish I’d started a bit sooner; by now you’d think I would have learned that while you start with a theory, research is done to confirm or refute. While this time I’m not getting as many refutes as confirms–highly unusual in itself–there is just so much that’s relative but a little off the subject that’s it’s hard to pare down to my original thought.
That, plus the fact that I’m in creative mode and not likin’ stickin’ to just the facts, ma’am (ABC, Webb, Jack. Dragnet 1955).
Also got a lot done in the frameshop today. Had to. Discovered about seventy pieces to do before Christmas, and I’m sure there will be more.
I am really looking forward to 10:00 a.m. Monday. I will have completed my final in Stats and by 10:05 will be in line at the bookstore to sell back the textbook. This is the first textbook that I actually have even considered selling back, and it’s not the fact that it cost $127 new.
Oh yes, Scrinch, or Grooge if you prefer, broke down and raced out after closing the shop today and bought Christmas presents for the family that we’ll be seeing tomorrow (briefly; I still have to study my stats for the exam) because it would just be too hard to face four little kids without Christmas presents for them, plus two birthdays, although two of the kids are too young to maybe know that they should be getting something from me, plus one of them is heading off to Spain for three years and she’s bound to forget quickly.
So, for a few hours, it’s Christmas tomorrow. And, my dad would have turned 93 years old.
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This will likely be your dad’s happiest birthday ever, although today will be tough for you, I’m sure. I was astonished to learn you had 92 years … (well, technically you had however many years you can count as yours) … but even then, it’s clear you would have welcomed many more. Such precious memories.
p.s. I hope you’ll know I’m half-serious about this (but only half) … I find it unbelievably ironic that today is also my grandfather’s birthday, and he would have been 93 today. My mother misses him terribly, as she was always very close with her father. For the tiniest of moments, I wondered if spinning wasn’t my mother in disguises (but, of course, I’m just kidding). The result: you’ve helped me think of my mother in a kinder and gentler fashion. Today I see her simply as someone who misses her father terribly, and is in need of a bit of comfort. So thank you for that.
May you find some comfort today as well.
To your comments here, and in another (Facing Up, re your dad), I can only say that I’m glad the experience I’ve gone through can help in some small way your own understanding of people, how they differ, change, grow, and react to situations of life. I was extremely lucky to not only have had wonderful parents, but to have had the grace of their lives for so long. There were rough times, and my mother in particular was hard to understand some times and my father was loving but distant until my mom’s illness. With age, came understanding of their personalities and what drove them, their desires and their disappointments, and the knowledge that the underlying motive was always love for their children.