Not publicizing this post. Don’t need to.
Dad’s home. That is important. He was ill, bad enough to need a few days in hospital. Not gonna say why, but he’s better now, at least good enough to be out of hospital. Happy he’s home.
I don’t spend enough time with my family. I go over there to wash clothes, and I help out, and hang out, but I get the feeling I just don’t spend enough time with them.
Time is finite. People are finite. I wish I could just slow it down, make the time last longer, so I can do more, and be with the people I love more. There are not enough hours in the day for all the people in my world, and my world is a very insular one.
Welcome back home, Dad. I’ll be around tomorrow, after I work on your sister’s porch, and cousin Bill’s computer, and food shopping.
I’ll be there.