I had a great day with my old friend Nancy, who had me in stitches for the hours we spent together. Not to mention the delish American craft beers we tried, plus yummana sangwidges with homemade potato chips.
Still and all, lately I've been a little sad, the putting on of the happy face be damned. I think it all boils down to one thing.
I miss my dad.
Every now and then I realize that I am walking on this earth as the apple of no one's eye, that I'm no one's little girl, and honestly, it just sucks. There is a lot of security to be found in the knowledge that there's that one person on the planet who thinks you are just terrific, no matter what you do, and losing that can really knock you sideways. I'll be fine, but I kinda still miss being able to call him up on Sundays and having him laugh at my blasphemous jokes and terrible puns.
I can walk this off, but I just needed to unload it or I would be sitting here having a crying jag and thinking it's because the Penguins lost to Atlanta tonight.
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Oh, my dad helped me drive through a monster traffic jam this morning--told me it wasn't worth getting annoyed about, if you considered the big picture. He was impressed with the marinade I made for the chicken last night, too. Which is good; I continue to want to impress him, and he is still the best cook in town, though he died on October 20.
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