Time is a funny thing. There are moments when time can seem to drag by, move so slowly that an hour feels like all day or at least five hours. Then there are other times that five hours goes by and it doesn’t even feel like one. Days can be funny in that way too. No one wakes up thinking today is a good day to end up in the ER, but sometimes that is just how the day rolls out. Friday was one of those days. The morning started out with a visit to an orthopedic clinic for my youngest son. While there we were told everything looked good and that his braces were helping him. There were no concerns. “We’ll see you in a year’s time, unless something comes up,” is what we were told. We had a fun activity planned with friends for Friday afternoon and evening. An epic water balloon fight and pizza. It was highly anticipated and was going well. Everyone was wet, laughing, and having a great time - you know what summers should be. While filling up a water gun, I had my head down and bac
I’m still stunned by how people can act sometimes, and this time by people, I mean my Dad. Last night after finishing eating our habitual and obligatory dinner together, I made the announcement that I had a long weekend coming up because the 4th of July falls on a Tuesday, and I have both Friday and Monday off in addition to Tuesday. I asked the boys what they thought if we went back to the Oregon coast like we did last summer. After they understood where we were planning on going, Trulie and I say to my Dad, “And we would like to invite you along as well.” We didn’t even get the whole sentence out before he throws up his hands and in a loud firm voice says, “Pass.” He then continued on, it’s going to be hot this weekend and we have to water the flowers and the garden. I started to say that I knew that, I was going to hire someone, but again he just flat-out refused. There was no, “Thanks for inviting me, but I’d rather just stay home,” it was just a flat-out NO. As if I had offered