The flowers on my balcony are tired and weak. Soon their pots will be stacked to the side for the winter darkness.
Yesterday morning George pointed out to me how fast this summer was. Someday I hope I’m around to hear it when he realizes how fast years go by.
If I take really good care of myself I might be able to hear him say,
“Unbelievable how fast the 2040’s flew by!”
Yesterday the boys went to get haircuts and lunch with their grandfather from Hensdale. So Hazel and I went off to find a pet snail.
Yeah, that’s right…. A pet snail.
Just to let you know PetCo and PetSmart don’t carry the MFer’s! So the drama and the meltdown collided in the near Western suburbs of Chicagoland.
“Well can we at least go to McDonalds for lunch?”
This is when I wished I was the kid in the seat and my dad was driving. He’d drive us straight to Gossage Grill. Unfortunately he’s in heaven and Gossage is a taco stand.
I drove to the next best Don Shepley joint…. Parkys on Harlem!
“I don’t want to go here! You’re the worst dad ever!”
I parked the car and dragged the Princess inside for a hotdog. I ordered my hotdog the proper way and I embarrassedly ordered a hot dog for Hazel.
Needless to say I wasn’t an asshole anymore as her majesty bit into the royal hotdog.
Someday Hazel will realize how quickly seasons and years and even decades move along.
I just hope she realizes how hard it was for me to order a hotdog with ketchup on it when she was a kid.
But that’s what dads do for their kids… we sometimes have to break the rules.
Hard to believe tomorrow is already Labor Day. All the things I worried about around the Fourth of July have vanished. So I’m sure the crap bothering me today will be alleviated by Thanksgiving.
Enjoy your Sunday…. Might have to make some Jumbolaya for the Bayou Bengals game tonight!
