Happy Father's Day


I'm thinking today of my father, who died about five years ago, right around Father's Day. How bad is it that I don't remember the exact date?
I also want to extend a very Happy Father's Day to Opie and Maverick (you like that, Disco? I didn't have a nickname for your husband yet. Will that work?). And Beezer and Russell the Realtor and cousin Dylan, here in Austin. But especially to Mr. Sexy Pants and Uncle Jesse, who are having their very first Father's Day today.

I woke up this morning to coffee in bed and the Sunday New York Times. Sören brought in my presents - a bike messenger bag (Patagonia -- très cool!) and a book, James Dean Died Here; The Locations of America's Pop culture Landmarks. JDDH will, I expect, come to play a large inspirational force in future blog entries. It is an encyclopedic volume describing places where events occurred that forged our national psyche. Example, Vet's Memorial Stadium in Des Moines, where Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off a live, stunned bat during the Blizzard of Oz tour.
Ms. Pope also made breakfast this morning -- fakin' bacon and blueberry-cornbread pancakes. Mmmmm. We would have been able to make it to church this morning, I think, although a little late, but Sören decided today was one of those days where, "...You know, you just don't feel like being in public first thing in the morning?" I certainly do, dearheart. I am feeling very suburban, but that means I may have the time this morning to continue using the edger I bought at Home Depot yesterday (Black & Decker Edge Hog!) or mow the lawn or wash the windows (which desperately needs to happen!). Actually, when I told Ms Pope that I wanted to wash the windows this weekend, she asked me if I was stressed out, because the only times I take on cleaning projects like that is when I can't deal with my life and have to escape via cleaning. For instance, the day we found out that she was pregnant. :)
Anyway, Happy Father's Day to everyone!

Posted: Sun - June 19, 2005 at 09:58 AM        

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