Mea Culpa Soup

So, I've been the model of a neglectful blogger these past few days.  I intend to write, but then, any number of things happened to knock me off my trajectory.

Work is good.  Great, actually - but busy.  I have a few irons in the fire, and lots of wrinkled clothes, as it happens.  Some travel scheduled for this month got delayed a bit, and that is AWESOME - but several states need love, and I have a lot of love to give.

We had our annual Group Trip over the weekend.   This year, like last, we went to the Buffalo River and canoed, stayed in a large lodge and ate, drank and were merry.  I haaaaaate all the pictures that showed up, tagged, from the weekend, because I look gross. And I know I'm reasonably cute, and I know I'm fat, but these pictures really make me look massive.  I know, I know - the camera doesn't lie, but it sure does like to talk shit.

Orrrrr, it could be that I really, really need to get my shit together and try the revolutionary weight loss program "Quit Eating So Damn Much".

Of course, I'm heading to Atlanta later this week to see my thin mother, my thin sister and my thin nephew.  And then, there's me.

Anyway.  Here we are.  I have to remember that I'm a good and decent person regardless of what my outer appearance is.  I also have to remember to stay the hell out of the way of the camera when I'm in a bathing suit.

Life is a classroom, y'all.

So, Father's day is this weekend.  I have a card for Matt's uncle, probably should get one for Mom's boyfriend.  Even if they aren't my father, they're fathers, and I appreciate them.

That said, I miss my own father.  It's especially hard when I go see Mom and my sister.  His absence is notable more then than any other time. It is, as we say, what it is.   Dad and I are/were a lot alike.  Our last Father's Day was a little fractious because I called him, and as I was hanging up, I  overheard him tell my mother something disparaging about my weight.

That was the imperfect part of our relationship.  I'm heavy, he had been heavy.  He meant well, but his criticism stung.

It's helpful to remember that life with him was not all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.

I still miss him.

It takes both rain and sun to make the tree grow strong.

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Harry Hamid said…
I try and say "Happy Mother's Day" and "Happy Father's Day" to people who aren't my parents, too. Because I'm not a parent, it's not always something I remember to do.

We get past our parents' faults, and flaws, if we're really fortunate. I appreciate that they try (present tense) even now.