My Dad always like to wear his Marine fatigue jacket. I can still smell it - pipe smoke and some unidentifiable dad-smell. In this picture he's pretending to read to me, outside by my grandparent's chimney, and I am not with the program. This was probably my grandmother's idea. It was clearly not mine. I am two and I know that folks don't read books outside by a chimney. In February.Today begins my work week: Des Moines, Iowa City, Dubuque . . . . for a moment I'm just drinking coffee, anticipating. I'm not quite ready to go.
No one is quite a ready to go as when they are two years old. Put me down and let me run around, for God's sake! Sometimes I still feel like that. Not this morning, though. Let's hear it for lethargy!
2 comments:
Okay, then...but only because it's you:
Yeah, Lethargy!!
*goes back to sleep*
Huh? What? zzzzzzzz- Oh, sorry, I must have dozed off. I just finished a three night work stretch and I'm a bit lethargic myself.
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