Wednesday, August 26, 2015
The last day
So Marcus and I are slogging through the last day without his other Dad.
He has been a good boy. But it is clear that I am not the right one for the morning walk or the service of the evening meal.
But it is OK.
We are not suffering. We just miss his being here. Not a noisy presence really but a presence nonetheless.
I was always the one who traveled so I learned to do well in hotel rooms, restaurants and the avenues of other cities.
When I get to be the stay at home, it is less routined and more unusual. No groove to fall into.
The other thing that is unusual is that John is on a cruise, trying out what that would be like, maybe on a longer trip.
No cell phone access on a cruise. A happy reason to go, maybe.
He did call from the several stops they made. Nice surprises as I have no feel for their schedule.
So, we are doing OK. Not cooking is good. Keeping my own schedule is good although I find I am following the same daily routine. Not the gym. But I was due for a break and I am having it.
Dinner with all of us tomorrow night. Then the end of summer, another month really. More 90s days and 70s nights.
