Father's Day

It is another beautiful Father's Day. We celebrated yesterday and the weather was also wonderful. I logged in 5 hours of parkway travel but it was the best ride ever. It was the journey that led my father to his family. Since the virus, he had not seen anyone, so it was almost like a reunion. We took pictures to remember that good time we had. We are a lucky family.

A Gift

We can all believe what we want to. Is there Heaven. Do souls live on after death. Are there Guardian Angels. I have purposely omitted the question marks. That is because I am not questioning it. I know my answer. Today is the second anniversary of my mother's death. She is not gone. She is just not here. There is a difference. She pops in and out of our lives with strong signs. A special song that plays when I ask her to show me that she is with me. It just doesn't play, it only plays when I turn on the motor of my car. That is not random. That is the way it played the morning after her death. We take pictures at family events and angel orbs appear on the pictures. They are not on any other pictures that are taken by the same camera. My father has been missing a cherished pocket knife for about a year. It has bothered him that it vanished. He felt so bad about it. This morning, when he put on his pants, the knife was in his pocket. Was that a coincidence or a gift from his beloved wife on the day she passed?

39

Thirty nine years ago, at 1:34am, was the best moment in my life. My first son was born. I remember every moment of the previous evening, waiting for my baby to arrive. I did not know if it would be a boy or a girl. I secretly wanted a boy. I spent the evening in my in laws backyard with them and my parents. We sat until dark and then I needed to go to the hospital. I spent 21 hours waiting to see who my new love would be. When he arrived, I remember the nurses saying that they had never seen such a beautiful baby. I have the pictures to prove it. He had light blond hair and sky blue eyes. He did not have the squishy look that most babies have when they are born. He captured a piece of my heart that day and has held onto it for 39 years. I hope he knows that I love him even more today than I did 39 years ago. He will always be my baby boy, not matter how old he is.

Flair

Some people have a “Flair”.  It is a natural talent or instinctive ability.  You are born with it.  I have it in some things but not in others.  My sister has it with style.  She can coordinate an outfit to perfection.  I, on the other hand, stay with the basics.  My sister in law has a flair for art.  It was passed down to her daughters.  Their eye can formulate something beautiful that would not have been apparent to most people.  Last night my niece gave me a bracelet from her new jewelry line.  She took beads and charms and created something of beauty.  I have not taken it off.  I looked at her Etsy site and it looks like a marketing company created it.  She did the work of a professional website builder.  Flair, at its best!

Yes or No

Sometimes you just need a yes or no answer. Subjects cannot always be pushed off until tomorrow. My office is wavering about when it will open to patients. We are having virtual visits and making money so no one is overly concerned. Except me. I have three young receptionists that think they are coming back to work. I want them to know the status of their jobs. My boss keeps saying we will decide "soon" but soon isn't a good enough answer. There are three choices: Have the girls come back now, fire them, or let them decide if they want to wait until at least September to figure out what will happen. After another day of "tomorrows" I wrote my boss an email stating that this morning I will call the girls and fire them. That set her into action. Today she will call each of them and discuss what their future will be. That is all that I asked for.

One Level Worse

I read a funny cartoon yesterday. It said ,"I though it was thunder, but when I looked outside, it was Godzilla". The world is becoming one level worse each day. The humanity is gone in every aspect. Years ago, I used to be able to call my insurance company and speak to a person right away. Then it got worse. I called and was on hold for a long time. Then it got worse. I called and was told I could wait or leave my number and get a call back from the next available representative. Then it got worse. I called and was asked to leave my name and someone would get back to me in 48 hours. The next time I call, I am expecting a message that says, "Stop calling. If you need information, tough luck".

Independently Needy

Independently needy people are not independent. As we are seeing in Seattle, the people in CHAZ are not quite clear what autonomous means. It means by yourself. Govern yourself and control your own affairs. Broken down into layman's terms, "Take care of your own shit". How can they claim to be autonomous when they are begging for clothes and food. Cavemen had no one to beg to. If they were cold, they figured out a way to get warm. If they were hungry, they foraged for food and ate what they found. You cannot have it both ways. There is no Independently Dependent rule book. Choose one or the other.  This waffling on how to run things is looking a bit putzy.