Dear Dad (part 2)

Dear Dad,

Thank you for all the silly text messages you send me throughout the day. Even though you can't seem to figure out how to spell on the phone, that's ok, because I can usually figure out what you're trying to say. I enjoy the many Lord of the Rings, Young Frankenstein, and Star Wars jokes you send me.

Thank you for starting to say "I love you" back to me on the phone. Also, thank you for calling more often! You're so nice to talk to! You're very funny.

I'm glad that you're opening up to me about your hopes, fears, and dreams, particularly regarding mom and Lindsey. I'm glad that even through all the crap that's happened to you, you have a shred of hope to hold on to.

Thank you for finally noticing that after all these years, I was always the one who liked you best.

Love,

Your Eldest.

I wish I could send my dad a letter like that. I think he'd appreciate it, but I also think a lot of what I said above gets expressed in our conversations lately, and I don't want to burden him with too much emotion, heh.

It's true. With a little bit of effort, the bond between me and my dad is becoming closer, less muddled, more jovial. All the things I wanted! Billie and I are planning on going to Murrieta to watch the Super Bowl with him, and I think he will really enjoy that.

I was planning on this post to talk about Buddhism, but I'm not feeling up to writing anything deep right now. Soon, though.

Exercise is going well. I ran/walked two miles yesterday. Unfortunately for part of the time, I was next to an extremely obnoxious middle-aged man who walked up to the bikes with his buddy, slapped the saddle and said "Let's warm up on these bad boys!" and proceeded to talk smack on random people at the gym. Bud, next time you want to insult people's looks, maybe you should grow a foot taller and get some of your hair to move from your back to the top of your head. Just my suggestion.

Yesterday was pretty nice. Billie and I got some pita wrap sandwich things from a place called Sahara Falafel in Anaheim, where there is a large Middle Eastern population up and down Brookhurst. I went to the gym, came home, played with Linus, and then played with Billie. All in all, a good night!

Latin begins again this Saturday, and have I reviewed or studied at all? Not really, no. I'm a horrible student!