Transitions in life

My father still has enough breath to keep a conversation going for about ten minutes, but he has to work for it.

He's checking into what sort of medical interventions are possible, but he's also taking care of some details about what will be done when his life wraps up.

This is hardly unexpected. He's almost exactly thirty years older than I am, which puts him in his mid-eighties.

Just the same, I'm anticipating a great sense of loss some time in the next few days or years. Up to this time, I've been able to talk with my father, share experiences, get direct access to the knowledge and wisdom he's collected.

I'm not particularly looking forward to being the eldest in my line of fathers and sons.

Being a Dad: The Adventure Continues

A doctor, my wife, and an insurance company practicing enlightened self-interest got together and convinced me to start exercising at a local exercise outfit earlier this year.

Somewhat to my surprise, I'm still at it. On putting on the approved exercise-floor shoes today, I noticed an obstruction in the right shoe.

A visual inspection of the shoe revealed a blue-and-red plastic scorpion. I haven't asked yet, but I'm quite sure that our youngest kid, a pre-teen boy, put it there.

That's one of the perks of being a dad: life isn't boring.