I’ve had a great couple of days with my dad this week. On the first day we went to lunch and he remarked on how nice it is to be able to have lunch with an adult child whose nose he didn’t have to wipe. He was pretty emphatic about that part. I’m not sure, but it seems like maybe nose-wiping has a high spot on my dad’s personal list of parental horrors. After this we went to buy plants, and he showed me which kinds of tomatoes he’s had luck with and what size pots to get and which dirt to buy and told me how to plant them. It was tremendously helpful, especially the part where he pushed the cart and lifted the dirt sacks I was unable to lift. Then yesterday he drove out to my house and put together the roller that our pool cover attaches to, and then showed me how to work the pool equipment.
I guess I don’t really have a point to this story, except to say my dad is pretty good.
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