He doesn't get excited by too much - for g-d's sake, he has two purple hearts from WWII. Not to say that he's jaded, like his son. If I ever need to be reminded what I'm going to end up looking like, I just have to look at him, or a picture of his father. There is no escaping that one, unless I visit a plastic surgeon - and soon! I'm ok with my destiny.
We did Father's Day yesterday - mainly because my mother asked that we come out to help move 10 yards of mulch she bought. Luckily for us, my nephew, niece and one of my brothers-in-law got there first and moved most of it. We ended up with only an hour's worth of work of hauling it and placing it where my mom wanted.
It was probably more of a Mother's Day gift, but they both get to enjoy sitting on their deck and looking at it. I guess it could be a Father's Day gift in the fact that he didn't have to do any of the work, not that he really could have. He is pushing 91 years old.
My folks do have a pretty sweet back yard, and the mulch does look good in their grove.
There's a little more of their yard over my shoulders.
But that was my pre-Father's Day Father's Day. Now I get to spend the actual day doing laundry, cutting the lawn and packing for my next work trip, which starts tomorrow.
Song by: Deborah Harry