Vacation entry #2

I think the title is funny since I'm only off work for 4 days. 
Yesterday I did nothing.  Well, not quite, I did do some laundry and worked on the The Body in the Well.  They're forecasting a drizzly day and thus creating limitations as to what I can do, should I plan some outside activities.  One of the things is set the directions for the Wells Fargo Center in my car's computer.  It's been 4 years since I've driven in Philly.  I had to go to a paint seminar in Cherry Hill back when I was managing the Paint Desk.  Now, doesn't that sound exciting.
As for that wine cooler I bought?

This is what happens when the importance of Gatorade supersedes the importance of wine.  At least I'm putting it to good use.  Oh, and in case you didn't notice my Gatorade, just like my politics, is blue.
And, speaking Blue, I guess the Idiot Jerk had another rant rally last evening in Lose-iana for red MAGA heads. That's how they pronounce it, you know?  Not Louisiana.  One of the last things the residents of Baton Rouge, and Shreveport, and Lafayette want is to live in a state named for the King of France.  And that rally?  His vitriol is unprecedented!  He called Democrats radicals and said we were deranged, and that white audience cheered, oblivious to the fact that their party was badly burned in Tuesday's off year election.  Of course, his fan base will never understand, their ears are stoppered to normalcy.  Independent voters in the suburbs are growing more and more dissatisfied with his hateful antics.  Not his base thought, all he need do is say the word and they will happily drink the Kool-aid.

Silly moments

Father's Day 2018.  Everybody's talking about their Fathers.  Mine was a really nice guy.  He died 14 years ago from lung cancer.  He was diagnosed on my sister's birthday - how's that for a present?  The next 8 months were completely surreal. 
He had worked at the Good Samaritan Hospital in Lebanon, Pa, starting off as an X-Ray Tech, working his way up the ladder until he eventually managed the department.  He got me my first job, as a dark room attendant, back when they used actual film for X-Rays.  I was not the athletic son he'd hoped for though I did like watching baseball.  We were both big Philly Phans for a number of years, making the 2.5 hour drive 3 or 4 times a season to watch them play.
One thing my Dad like was going to the movies.  He and I went quite often.  Every 5 or 6 weeks we'd go and always to action movies.  These were good times.  There's a jolting moment in "The Bourne Identity" when a villain crashes through a frosted windows.  We both jumped.  I said something like "Holy Fucking Shit," and he laughed.  Silly little moment, I know, but life is filled with silly little moments.
He and my Mom chose to go with Home Hospice.  On December 12, 5 days after their anniversary she called me at work.  He chose to be cremated.  I can clearly remember sitting in the living room with my sister, my brother, and what seemed to be 500 other relatives, friends and neighbors when my Mom called out to me.  "David, is it okay if we put Daddy in this?"  Walking into the kitchen, she had moved a cookie jar onto the table, a present I'd given them a long time ago.  I shrugged, "sure."  So my Dad's ashes are nestled in a yellow, kitty cat cookie jar.  There's a blue butterfly on the kitty cat's nose. 

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Real silly moment.