The day before Father's Day and I'm reflecting on my Dad as I do from time to time. I miss him.   I often read blogs written by people remembering someone who has passed. It usually is something glowing about how perfect this person was or how wonderful they were.  

Last week I finally got to play with my son David and my grandson Jackson, all together in a row, on the Gotham Batmen softball team (see photo).

There’s a “Corner Bakery” on the corner of North Capital and E Street in Washington, D.C. On most mornings, a homeless gentleman stands on the corner and wishes a “Good Morning” to passersby. I saw him last Saturday and Sunday. As I left the bakery with my coffees on Sunday morning, I gave the gentleman a dollar as I wished him a good day. As I walked away, I heard a voice behind me. “Can I buy you breakfast this morning?” the woman’s voice asked.

I think a society reveals itself in its culture. Thats why so many have a problem with Facebook, you can really see who people are and they may not even realize it. My Facebook feed is a constant source of joy and creativity, but I am a good gardener. I have deepened existing relationships and grown new ones via FB. I digress.

Before a series of firsts.   Today was my son’s last day of high school class. He has one test before graduation next week, but for all intents and purposes his high school years have ended.  

 

The evening before involved a rather large outing of sorts.  

My morning routine hasn't varied for quite awhile and I noticed this morning that, sometimes, I go about it without thinking...like today :)