Scuba and Lex went diving on Saturday and stopped at a garage sale in Monterey on the way home because this 1960 Schwinn Speedster caught their eye. It’s a gorgeous bike, dings and seaside rust and all, and even has a 1966-67 bike license sticker on it still. Lex is the same age now that my dad was when the bike came out, which made me happy this weekend. Scuba bought it for him as an early birthday gift, and they went and had some of the hardware for the seat replaced and made all the employees at the bike store jealous.
We had a short video chat with my brother and his family last night. His two baby boys (one and three years old) were climbing on him and the furniture and each other like monkeys the whole time. So cute and so exhausting. How did I do that, again?
Really early in the morning on Father’s Day my dad was in my dream. Part of it I don’t remember now, but in another part I was doing the dishes in a pretty, long sleeved, button-down shirt, and my dad came up behind my left side and rolled up my shirtsleeve for me so it wouldn’t get in the dishwater.
Later in the day I stopped by my mom and stepdad’s to drop off a new silk Hawaiian shirt and cards for my stepdad. I am always telling my children how lucky they are to have all these extra parents and grandparents in their lives, and it’s true for me as well. The luck and love and grief will eventually settle in and stop trying to outdo one another, right?