Simple Shots

Well, time kind of got away on me. I just realized that it has been about a week since I last sat down to blog. We've had a king sized chunk of good weather so I've been out working in the yard. It's such a good feeling.
Tommorow is Father's Day and I have been thinking about my Dad quite a bit. He was a dad that really loved his kids - he didn't say it a whole lot, but you just knew because he had his own way of showing you. I loved to go out fishing with him. Mostly we didn't talk, didn't have to. The quiet was a nice little slice away from the rest of life. We were usually up at the lake on Father's Day. The day would start out with all of us piling on to Mom and Dad's bed so that we could watch him unwrap the inevitable Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt or button up short sleeve. Dad was gracious about being the center of attention and would usually try on his new clothes before complaining to Mom about how much she spent on him. I loved it when he wore his new clothes to church, he was the most handsome silver haired fox in the whole place. I was proud to have him for a dad. I sure do miss him.