Well hello there! I seem to have gone and fallen off the face of the Internet. Sorry about that. This is what happens when my wife goes down with H1N1 at the same time a large work project hits, all while I'm supposed to be studying for the final exam I have tomorrow. The only thing I have to say about H1N1 is that it is worse than I imagined, and I am so glad we have a spare bedroom and I've been (thus far) able to resist catching it from T. Onward.
Today is my dad's birthday, and in honor of that I thought I would poach a picture I posted on an old blog long ago, because it makes me smile. My dad is the one on the right.
When I was little I remember going to see my dad play in his band. I think it was either Monday or Tuesday nights my parents deemed safe and quiet enough to bring a little kid to the bar where he played. I would stand on the dance floor right in front of my daddy and alternate staring up at him, eyes wide with adoration, and watching myself dance in the mirror on the wall to the left of the stage. I would be dancing away with my little four-year-old dance skillz and he would look down at me and smile at me as I grinned up at him, thrilled to be there watching him play. My dad was a rock star.
Much later my I remember my mom saying that he usually played guitar with his eyes closed unless I was there, dancing to some combination of what the band was playing and the music in my own head.
Even though a few decades have passed since he quit that band and graduated college, the pictures in my head from that time are clear as day. When I am 95 and sitting in a hover-rocking chair on some futuristic front-porch, this is how I'll remember him. Except his eyes will be open, smiling back at me.
