Tomorrow it’s the summer solstice. Seattle still hasn’t hit 75° this year. Today it’s grey, with the promise of rain, which is a pity because this afternoon we’re off to a barbeque in honour (or a barbecue in honor, as Blogger keeps shouting at me, tuh; and apparently the sky should be gray) of the 80th birthday of Kelley’s stepfather, Arthur. Eh, there’ll be good food and company and plenty of beer–and, as accomplished Seattleites, we all have umbrellas.
I’ll be with Arthur in person this afternoon, but I hope Kelley’s father, Larry in Nevada, and my dad in Leeds–he’ll be 85 later this year, blimey–have fantastic days. (Well, Dad has already had a fab day. He told me so on the phone this morning while I was still half awake…)
Wherever you are, I hope you have a great day, either as a father or with your father. Or, hey, why not both?