Barbara J. Hamby

Father’s Day

My computer index tells me that I wrote about this subject before—a couple of years ago. Around Father’s Day, I reflect that my father and both of my childrens fathers are no longer alive. My son was just a teenager when he lost his father, nearly thirty years ago. My daughter’s father lived into his seventies, so he’s not been gone so long.

But, Floyd is a father and we’ve been invited to his daughter’s house to celebrate Sunday with however many of his children and grandchildren are available. Two of his three sons are fathers, as well as both sons-in-law. The son who lives in Georgia will be here later this month with his family. I’m sure Floyd’s kids realize how lucky they are to have him still around. They lost their mother some time ago.

He’ll have another birthday in September, which we’ll probably celebrate with his family.

Today was like an ordinary spring day—warm and dry. I got a little shopping done and discovered, when I went to get a haircut, that the former manager of our Super Cuts shop has returned. She was my favorite when she was there before and I got a good cut today. The shop had been losing business and had a lot of turnover after she left. I imagine she’ll whip it back into shape.

I pulled some empty boxes out of the attic this morning to fill with books I want to give away. But I ran out of energy before I got to that project. Maybe I can work on that tomorrow since we won’t be going to dinner until late afternoon.

The pool was deserted when I had my morning swim/workout today. It’s nice to have a private pool, but I’d like to see more people in it and the hot tub. If they don’t have enough use, we could lose them and I’d hate that.

I’m still working on getting strength back after fighting a virus for at least a week.