It was a rather subdued Father's Day yesterday, as they often are these
days. Partly missing Dad, of course, and partly the fact that, coming
back from my walk by a different route, I passed by the little roadside
memorial to a 12-year-old girl who was killed last Thursday by a careless
driver, riding her bike to school. *Shudder*
We used to go out and do something with the kids; now that they're older,
probably the best gift they can give me is to get out of the house and
give me a lazy, contented afternoon with their Mom. We went out for a
Saw the kids briefly as they were coming back from one activity (which
included Burger King, so we didn't have to feed them); hung out in the
living room with our lappies and ate leftovers from Saturday's party for
dinner. Took the kids to their regularly-scheduled Sunday gaming session,
Then went to bed with the Cat. While the mice are away...
Late dinner consisted of BOAs -- bacon, onion, and avocado sandwitches.
Yum. Worked on -- and discussed with the Cat -- the drafts for a couple
of upcoming River
Did a little work on "Waltz" -- not my best work, I'm afraid, and I'm
still not happy with the middle verse, which needs to be split up and
expanded. But it'll get there, even if "there" turns out to be
well-deserved obscurity somewhere in my filkbook.
The real high point of the day, looking back, was reading a (locked;
sorry) post by _amethyst_fire_ and corresponding enough via
comments to plan on getting together during our Seattle trip next month!
Amy isn't one of my children, but it feels that way sometimes.