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Random 5 Friday – Cancelled Subscriptions

It’s Friday – whew!  The past 3 weeks have been a blur but I’m home now (smile) and have the day off today (big smiles!).

1. The birds are chirping,  the sun is shining and coffee tasted especially good in my happy place this morning:

MJ's happy place (An Emjayandthem (C) photo)

MJ’s happy place (An Emjayandthem (C) photo)

2.  Had an appointment yesterday to have a spot on my forehead looked at lopped off.  The freezing hurt more than the biopsy. But, Skin Cancer has already made itself at home in my fair-skinned family and I’m not taking  any chances.  That little old(er)lady with the big floppy hat?  Yep, that’s me!

berry nice hat

3. Speaking of fruit, only two weeks till our Michigan cherries are ready!  I remember the summer that Mom and Dad took us (5) kids to visit our cousins in British Columbia.  The drive, through the Canadian Rockies and the Lower Okanagan Valley, took us right through orchard country.  Mom bought several cases of sweet Cherries and put them in the back window of the Oldsmobile where 5 Hooligans promptly took turns swiping them. Gulping them down secretly, thinking no one would know, would never suspect our cherry stained faces or fingers. Suffice it to say the road trip was delayed by frequent stops and stomach aches.  As an adult, my cherry-stained fingers take me right back to that summer. 🙂

Can't wait!

Can’t wait!

4.  Tomorrow we’re treating my Father-in-law to brunch.  We’ll be joined by our boys and grands.  4 Generations gathered together over French Toast, Ham and eggs.  Multiple conversations, laughs, abundant cuteness and love.  Can’t ask for more.  ❤

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5. Read this quote and it reminded me to cancel a few subscriptions and continue to seek out battery chargers!

“Let go of the people who dull your shine, poison your spirit, and bring you drama. Cancel your subscription to their issues.”  – Steve Maraboli 

rocking horse warrior

Rock on, Warriors!  Google.images.com

And how was your week?  What summertime fruit takes you back to your childhood?   What subscription do you need to cancel?

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All it takes is one

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My Dad was a man who stashed cookies in his coat pocket and peppermints in his truck. Dad taught me where to find Saskatoon berries, to love animals and respect the land, to be fearless, drive a stick shift, read the sky, and to dance while standing on his shoes.

:: loved riding around with Dad on land like this :: And Emjayandthem (C) photo

:: loved riding around with Dad :: And Emjayandthem (C) photo

He taught me real men cry, adore their wives, tickle their children, and are playful, gentle & loyal.

That's me on Dad's lap at a family picnic.  An Emjayandthem (C) photo

That’s me on Dad’s lap at a family picnic. An Emjayandthem (C) photo

My Dad was a man of few words .. his actions spoke volumes.  He showed up!

Dad made cleaning out the barn fun!  an Emjayandthem (C) photo

Dad made cleaning out the barn fun! an Emjayandthem (C) photo

So grateful for the memories of a kind & loving Dad. ~ Happy Father’s Day in Heaven.

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Off to the mile-high city tomorrow; have a great week, peeps, and Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads!!

 

 

 

 

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on Dads

It’s Father’s Day and, of course, the boys having been “doing”  for their Dad. There was a round of golf with oldest boy yesterday and a mound of chocolate from youngest waiting for him when he woke up.  There’s laughter and joking and heartfelt moments of advice and compassion, too.

He had the whole day to do whatever he wants and a most of it he’s filled with breakfast, baseball, peace, quiet and me.

He’s a Dad who can handle the teasing two boys can generate, has the character to show them the way & expect them to follow;  the heart of a gladiator, the loyalty of a lion.

He’s a Dad that a 5-year-old fell in love with long before Mom had the courage to, the Dad who welcomed another son two years later but insisted they both would have the same last name.  Growing up in a blended family, he knew the confusion brothers can feel when their names are different.

He’s a Dad who learned the hard way that brothers can be taken from us tragically so they should be treasured, not just tolerated. He’s the Dad who encourages others to spend time with their brothers, adding quietly, “I wish I still had mine.”

He’s a Dad who taught them to love and respect Mom and that giving your word only means something if you actually do.

He’s a Dad who doesn’t take any “guff” and is the first to speak up and correct them if they need it. He’s also the first one to fill their tanks or slip them $10 when they least expect it.

He’s a Dad who coached, trained, lifted, held, counseled, taught, cared and, most importantly, showed up.

I had a great Dad, and he was kind, funny and loving.

My boys have a great Dad, he’s kind, funny and loving.

Today, more than ever, I appreciate the man Mom chose for our Dad. And for teaching me what to look for when I picked out one for my children.

boys & dad

Happy Father’s Day, Hubbs.

“A father carries pictures where his money used to be.”  ~Author Unknown

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It’s in the watching

Father’s Day takes me right back to being a little kid.  I remember the hours spent making a special card and saving a little money to buy Dad something he’d really want. Except that my Dad never seemed to want anything. Oh he loved black licorice, chocolate bars and pretty much any kind of candy, but if ever there was a man hard to buy for, it was him. He wasn’t like those guys on TV or in the Sears Ads: He rarely wore slacks, he didn’t golf or fish and he certainly didn’t putter in a workshop.  He worked in one but that was an entirely different matter.

As a farmer, Dad worked more days than he didn’t; unless it rained, there were no days off.  When everyone else took holidays, that’s when he worked the hardest.  Toiling in the summer sun, he’d come in for lunch and enjoy a cold sandwich, iced tea, and a bite of pie or two.  His hat would come off and he’d wash the grit and dust from his face and neck before sitting by the fan, his reading glasses on, perusing the Western Producer. Smiling at us, he’d mess our hair and ask a question or two but it wasn’t long before he was out the door again.

Father’s Day usually found us all gathered at Grandma and Grandpa’s house for cake & ice cream, coffee and orange pop floats.  The grown-ups would visit and we kids would mess around. Sometimes we’d all gather for a wiener roast at the local park, my mom and Aunts making extra Tang and working hard to keep the cold food cold and the hot food hot.

It was one of those hot summer days that I remember whining to Mom about how I wished I could spend more time with Dad.  In her usual efficient style, she answered simply “Go where he is.”

“Huh?”

“Your Dad is always around, dear. If you want to spend time with him, go spend time with him.”  I can still see her shooing her hand at me as she said it, iron in hand, a pile of laundry behind her, and jam jars simmering on the stove.

The next day, I got up extra early to find he was already gone.  Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my flip-flops padded softly down the dusty prairie trail to where he was, laying underneath the swather.  I figured I could be a big help by handing him tools and stuff but I forgot to think about how hot that summer sun would soon be, beating down the back of my neck.  I hadn’t considered how quickly I’d grow bore of this chore.  I listened as he hummed his way through the morning, wondering aloud at what time we might break for lunch.  I’m sure I was more in the way than not but, later, when he told Mom what a “big” help I’d been, my chest swelled with pride. Dad taught me that the most mundane jobs can be enjoyable with a little tune and the right attitude.

When I think about what Dads teach us, it’s easy to compile a list of all he taught me:  how to hold baby kittens like their Mama does, how fun it is to squirt cow’s milk at the barn cats so they stand up to reach it, how to cinch a saddle tight enough that I wouldn’t fall off but not so tight that my horse would want to bite me.   Dad taught me to be gentle with living things, to have fun in my world and that being responsible brings a certain level of safety.

I wasn’t strangling Tigger, I swear!

Dad was the one who steadied me when the training wheels came off and he was the one who gave me a little push and yelled “you can do it” and I did.    Dad taught me to stretch myself and grow.

Dad made hauling manure fun!

Dad was the one who reminded us girls that “too much makeup … was too much makeup” and it was always his praise we looked for when we debuted new dresses or pretty hairdos.  He demonstrated gender equality by handing me things that were far too heavy for my little arms to carry; he expected me to manage it .. and I did.  Dad taught me that girls could do anything but that looking like one wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, either.

Grandpa, me and Dad;

It was with Dad that I stopped in to check on elderly neighbors, and it was Dad who pulled teenagers cars out of  the sandbars down at the lake. Dad taught me to make time for people, and that being helpful and kind are just good ways to live your life.

Dad showed us where the Saskatoon berries grow the best, how to find fossils in the riverbanks and why we should leave Indian graves undisturbed.   Dad taught me respect and the importance of honoring where we come from.

Saskatoon berries grow best down in that coulee

It was Dad who taught me to dance while standing on his feet and that it was perfectly OK to make up a song and be silly once in a while.  Dad taught me that laughter is part of living.

Dad & I dancing at my wedding; He was so happy!

He taught us all what persistence looks like, braving rehabilitation hospitals and strangers after a series of strokes.  It was Dad who taught us how to let go and that, no matter the distance, that I was still his and that he would always be mine.   Dad taught me to handle what life throws at you with grace and dignity.

One afternoon, when our oldest was still in high school, he whined a bit about wanting to spend time with his Dad.  I looked at him and instinctively I knew what to say, “Go where he is.”

He gave me the same look I’d given my mother, all those years ago and I gave him her answer, “Your Dad is always around, dear. If you want to spend time with him, go spend time with him.”  I said this as I shooed my hand his way, a pile of laundry behind me and supper simmering on the stove.

* * *

He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.  ~Clarence Budington Kelland


Love you, Dad, forever and for always.  Happy Father’s Day in Heaven.

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On Fathering

It’s “Father’s Day” and our boys have shared their thoughts and good wishes with their Dad.  We’ll barbeque later and have a relaxing afternoon. I can’t help but think of my Dad today and how much I miss him.

my Dad, Lloyd

You didn’t know my Dad, so I let me tell you a little about him.  His name was Lloyd. He kept cookies in his pocket & licorice in his truck.  He didn’t go anywhere without his favorite cap or a little grin on his face. He loved people, but he had a soft spot for children and animals, especially dogs.  He taught me where to find Saskatoon berries, to appreciate the land we farmed, to be fearless, to drive a stick shift, to read the sky, and to dance while standing on his toes. He taught me girls could do anything but that it was best not to wear too much makeup. He taught me that doors should be opened for ladies and that if someone came into the yard and honked they could just keep on driving. He taught me to be helpful, to fix what I could, to re-use what I had, to preserve what was good and to let go what wasn’t. He taught me that real men cry, cherish their wives, tickle their children, and are playful, gentle and loyal.  My Dad loved to dance, kid around, make up silly songs and laugh; most of all, he loved his wife and every single one of us kids.  My Dad was a man of few words. He didn’t need them I suppose. His actions spoke volumes.  My Dad .. showed up.

More than 6 years have passed since he left us and it doesn’t get easier. You don’t get over it. Time does not heal.  We. Just. Get. Through. It.

But … still … as much as I long to hear his voice and see his kind face,  I continue to be overwhelmed with gratitude. Gratitude for the gift of a kind and loving father.  Who gets that? I did. So lucky.

…. and I’d love, love, love … to dance with my father again.

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