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Father’s Day has come and gone once more, and while my own
Dad has been gone over 22 years now, I still take some time to reflect and
thank him for the positive impact he had on my life and the lives of so many
others.
It’s a tremendous shame that he never met most of his
grandchildren, and in fact passed away only a few months after his older grandchild
was born. He didn’t get to know the
other 3 grandsons and two granddaughters, which is a huge loss for them because
I know he would have significantly enriched their lives. When a hardworking, funny inventive, kind,
smart, talented, humble, loving man is in the lives of children, it’s such a
bonus for them.
Yes, all these years later, I miss him.
Fortunately for me, the Biffster is also such a man, for
which I am truly genuinely grateful. Day
after day he demonstrates humor, integrity, intelligence, perseverance, and
patience that’s sometimes beyond fathom (I can be rather a jerk and/or
irresponsible from time to time, for example).
He is generous with his time and talents, a natural leader, adventurous
and energetic, open to change. Life with
him is amazing and rich, full, joyous, and
rewarding.
It’s good to have that kind of person around in life, the big bonus for me is being married to one.
It's therefore not hard to see why I wish my Dad could have met
him in life, certainly there would have been a strong bond between men of such
worth and wit. Ah well, something to look forward to in the next life, right?
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Once again, I will be travelling
north this next weekend with The Admirable Man to do some more work on
Oldfriend’s kitchen reno. There are
boxes of cabinets aplenty in her dining room that need to be 1) emptied, then 2)
the contents hung on the walls or attached otherwise to nonmoving
surfaces. Exciting stuff, and more exciting because in general the cabinet install means the messiest work is officially in the rear-view mirror with the road to a
sparkly new kitchen wide open with no traffic ahead. We shall make it so, and continue the transformation of her home into the space of her dream (to the extent possible given the size of her bank account!).
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And in case you might be
wondering, people still don’t know how to modulate their voices in the
workplace. Holy cats – try yelling
louder about your new study designs/ interpersonal greetings/ meeting plans/
baby’s bowel habits, maybe the people on the next floor up want to hear too!
Time to slap on the headphones
and pretend to be in training, it would appear.
Either that or sequester myself in some small meeting room tucked away
in the windowless center of the building until such time as it’s seemly to
escape to the confines of a van that’s been parked in a blacktop parking lots
in the 95F-degree heat for 8+ hours.
Mmmm, lip sweat, here I come!
Tiff out.
4 comments:
Come upstairs it's quiet as a tomb.
And boob sweat. I went to the Farmer's Market today with my former neighbor women and it was scorching hot. My car thermometer said 101* afterward. Yikes.
The Biffster is indeed one of those good men (as was my dad) and mr. kenju is too - but not to the degree he used to be, before the stroke. Luckily, I can easily remember him in his better days.
:-) Glad you have/had those people in your life.
Double Yay for wonderful men-folk. My new work ennvironment is open floor plan, small room, high ceilings,about 20 people, a radio, the humming of fans and the like. It is taking some getting used to, to say the least.
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