Pampered Daddy

Last weekend Annie came home for 27 hours and 22 minutes. She had a Pampered Chef party on Saturday morning and I think she wanted to see her Mom and Dad. We wanted to see her too. We were very glad she came home. Maddie was glad to see P J too.
We had a few laughs, went to eat at the Oriental and I got to drive the non-recalled Toyota.

Chasing Cars

We lived on Second Street until about the time I was in 5th Grade. Second Street is one of the busier North-South Streets in town. Many years ago, which that time was, our city fathers were not as strict about just letting your dog run wherever they wanted to run. I remember that there was one dog that seemed very bothered by all those cars driving down "his" Second street. He would crouch in the gutter on the side of the street by the curb and wait on each car as it came down the street. When he thought the time was "just right" he would run after the cars as they came by. This was serious stuff for him. He was really wanting to catch those cars. O.K., get this picture: There is a 2000 pound car coming down the street at 30 miles per hour. There is crouched, with eyes fixed and tail twitching, a 35 pound dog ready to catch that car. That bad old car gets closer. The little brown dog has to take off before the car gets even with him so that he can be running at a good speed when it zooms by. He has to be going pretty fast so that he can attempt to bite a tire or a bumper or anything sticking out... I never saw him catch one. Dangerous? Futile? Display of no common sense? Probably all of the above. The big question is this: What would he have done if he had caught the car?
In life there are many times we "chase" things. Sometimes they are realistic objectives. Our education, our jobs, our mates, retirement plans. Sometimes there are things that are out of our reach, yet we long for them. They never seem to be achieved or obtained. We may chase them or just dream about them, but they are never caught. I think Someone knows what is best for us, much better than we. Many of those "cars" are more than we can or should bargain for. They are like the dog and the car, what would we really do if we caught them?


Figure this one out.

Days Turn Into Years and the Memories to Black and White

Reba McEntire has a song with the line,...the days turn into years and the memories to black and white...
The other day I was sitting here thinking, Oh, my goodness, it has been almost a year!
There are times that I may be so into the day's activities that it is hard to remember what is true. I sometimes think Dad must be around here somewhere, I just have not seen him in a while. Time has flown by in so many ways. Reality tells me he is gone. I can live with that.
The days have now turned into a year. There are some memories that will turn to black and white. But there are many memories that will always be in vivid color. And I do not know how those vivid colorful memories, like the way I miss him, will ever be diminished.