I think a cool overcast Saturday morning is just what the soul needs to prepare for the next song…
That is exactly what we have this morning in Chicagoland. The mourning doves are cooing and what little sunshine peaks through the clouds quickly turns into muted daylight.
Last night I had the thrill of picking Hazel up from her friends birthday party.
Hazel was so excited climbing into Betty the Blazer. She told me about the games they played, the fashion show that they had and she caught me up with the gossip on the incoming fourth grade class at Highlands Elementary.
These are the little things in life that I’ve missed since Exile East of Mannheim.
I think I was more excited driving back to the Divorced Dad District of Riverside than my little redhead. The further East we drove the less the sugar buzz for my Hazelnut.
We got home to an empty pizza box and two boys playing some crap on the computer. Hazel regained her sugar buzz and went into her birthday party recap.
Fritz quickly told her he didn’t care.
George was a little more polite… “that sounds great Hazel now get out of my room!”
On Sunday June 5th the world crashed at the feet of my baby girl. On Friday June 10th those feet danced and skipped with her classmates.
Fitting example of the Thomas Shelby quote this morning….
Many years ago we’d all meet on the el platform with blankets and beer coolers. The trip into the loop trying to figure out how to sneak a chest of ice cold Strohs into Bluesfest.
Today I’m trying to figure out how to sneak a beer at Bluesfest without getting busted by the Shepkids.
The path of life is long and winding, but sometimes you pass something that looks familiar, but seen through older eyes.
The blue jays are landing on the balcony looking for nuts and Fritz will soon be up looking for pancakes… I bid you all adieu from the old dad enjoying a peaceful moment of solitude.
