On Again, Off Again

Last weeks ago, I got a call from Dad. He was in town, but planning to go back to the beach, and wondered if the kids and I could go out for icecream.

After dinner we went over, and talked for more than half an hour in the driveway before heading out. After we had eaten, we sat at the icecream stand for another hour talking (and admiring the three classic cars that people had brought). I drove Dad home, and we visited for another half hour at Dad’s house.

Because of the kids, I didn’t get the opportunity to ask Dad any of the questions that I need to ask, but everyone seemed to have a good time.

He’s going to the beach, and doesn’t think he’ll be back until mid September. I give him two weeks.

~ by namegoeshere on August 12, 2008.