Father's Day

It wasn't what I'd intended for a Father's Day.  It turned into an unexpected 13 hour workday. 

My friend said he needed some help on jobs because he'd over-scheduled.  Since my brother had the weekend off and I'd only scheduled a half-day pressure washing job I told him that Large and I would combine with him and get it all done. 

It turned out to be double what he though - - he'd done the estimates by telephone and that's always dangerous when you get to a house you've never seen. 

I'm grateful for my son.  Without Large, we'd have had no chance to get it done.  He worked like a man and didn't complain once.  He didn't move slower as the day went on and he didn't shirk any assignment no matter how difficult or unfair.  Today I'm a very proud father. 

I'm grateful for Medium.  She's smarter than any teenager I know and she's intuitive to the point where she always knows what I'm going to say or do before I know.  She's also a sensitive girl with a lot of love to give.

I'm grateful for Small.  He's learning to be responsible and he's gaining some motivations.  Combine that with his already vast creativity and his all-consuming drive for history and he's a force to be reckoned with.

Earlier I mentioned Pressure-Washing.  Here's a guy who does it for art instead of work:

 - rick, exhausted father.

Comments

[a rose is a rose]

i liked your father's day posting a great deal

[CV Rick]

Thanks, Rose. Of course, Medium's placed herself in the doghouse by acting like an irresponsible teenager.