daddy.

daddy's house?
no, daddy hex.
that's the real life name for this:

father's day.
i know those dutch duders used those
ghost circles to protect their sh!t.
i wonder if that one was for keeping daddy
OUT of the house?
...probably.
anway,
today is the day.
the one where dads get neckties and barbecue mitts,
and just one lousy phone call from their crummy kids.
so call your old man and tell him something.
i don't care what you tell him;
i mean,
he probably won't listen anyway,
but make that call y'all.
it's the least you can do for the lump
of XY chromosomal ingredients who got drunk enough
to help squeeze the sauce into the oven that baked you.
the majesty of nature, huh?
yeah.
remember,
you can't have daddy issues without daddy.
that's a thing.
*
i try to be a good one.
encouraging. providing. guiding.
all the things the greeting cards say inside 'em...
but it's difficult, neighbors.
no joke.
distance and time are not exactly on my side.
making the most of the minutes i get,
concentrating all those important moments into
the time we have been given.
positive examples are hard to create
when all you know are hard-styles.
try hard, pay attention, and know stuff.
that's the oversimplified set of standards i've set
for my young ladies.
it's the preteen pretty-kid version of just be dope.
i said it, i meant it, i still mean it,
i'm not kidding.
happy.
fathers.
day.
best two out of three?
i'm not exactly father time, y'know?
i'm no papa smurf, either-
i'm more like papa bear, duders:
too hard, too hot, too big.
and if you know your goldilocks like i do,
you'll have to agree.
just right?
c'mon.
***********
did you just say connecticut three times?
i swear i just got beetlejuiced/candymanned.
yuuuuup.
i'm driving southbound and down,
to the place of my birth.
there's a lot of family togetherness scheduled for this week.
tomorrow,
my oldest daughter graduates from the sixth grade.
that's right.
i'm old, she's big, time flies.
tonight,
me and my ma and dad are gonna have some dinner.
it's all really happening,
it's all not very exciting.
sunday mornings start out easy,
but long drives and busy workdays and late nights
make it all more believable, huh?
real life.
father's day;
never quiet, never soft.....