8/9/05. Our Father in Heaven, we thank You for the rest of the night – for another day of life and opportunity – and on this particular day, we too rejoice over the reentry and landing of our Discovery vessel. Amen
Vacation day, only proper to take it out on the patio. Dad spent a lot of evenings out on his patio. Listening to the BG high school marching band practicing on the other side of the green hill (this blogs banner picture has that hill framed by the white dove). He listened to their progress. He remembered how they began their practices in the summer. He was not musical, but he appreciated talent and perseverance. Band requires a lot of perseverance. This un-musical band momma knows that.
While on the patio, he would smoke and have a beer or 2. When he gave up smoking (at 83!) the beers went away too. I could never understand how one could just sit. Sit and relax. Sit and smell the grass. Sit and wait, for dinner or for someone to come out and join you.
Glad I came out to sit.