Today is the last day of Dad’s cancer treatment! It’s also his birthday tomorrow. To celebrate, we are bringing him our wedding invitations. So he can write them out. Because my Dad has the best handwriting of anyone I know. And anyone I don’t.…
When I was a kid, and Father’s Day or his birthday rolled around, I would buy my Dad a tie. Or a wallet. I wasn’t very creative back then. At Christmas, people would get something from the craft-fair at school. Nothing with glue or dried macaroni on it, because I thought that was a waste of food. But if my Grandparents needed a magnet or a bookmark with a purple tassel on it, they knew I would hook them up…
I haven’t had a lot of screen time recently. This is what I’ve been doing while not staring at a computer screen: Collecting train tickets and using them as bookmarks. Eating pizza while watching my Dad attempt to play jump rope with an extension cord. The morphine is working! Meditating/crying while in a church. Reading Naked on the train, while wearing clothes. Drinking cider at The Scottish Real Ale Festival. I’m such a rebel. Getting a free copy of Rebecca…
My new favourite sound is the pop of a champagne cork. There was lots of popping this weekend to officially celebrate the engagement of The Butterfly and The Penguin. Saturday saw 364 days until the wedding. Not even a little rain could damper our mood or the bonfire. Sarge’s best man has a burning twice year. Bits of wood and old furniture go up in flames in the name of friendship and film references. This time, we called it an…
I was at the mall for five hours yesterday. No, I don’t have a job there. And I came home without a book. Since my mall trips usually revolve around Starbucks fixes and buying books in bulk, my extended stay is worthy of note. Sarge and I have had rival mobile phones since I got an iPhone two years ago. Didn’t want it at first, but because I hadn’t upgraded for years, I got one ‘for free’. The dudes in…
