My older son dropped in with his darling girlfriend. Our dogs had a great time playing in the backyard. Later I actually had supper and conversation with my younger son. That, to me, is good father’s day. I remember my first father’s day. Back in 1981 I had to leave early Sunday morning for a field trip. I got a “Number 1 Dad” T-shirt and, since I was working at a thermal generating station, I could wear it that day.
Since my father left when I was 13, I don’t have memories of a Father’s Day with my dad. I haven’t heard from him in several months though I did send him a card recently for his 74th birthday.
I spent part of the day planting the second of two serviceberry bushes my older son brought yesterday evening. I took advantage of the long evening twilight and planted the first last night.