Summer Sausage

I like the idea of a family blog, even though I am not particularly good at writing in my own blog. But, I don't mind another distraction from the cubicle-world in which I live.

I spent last weekend, including Father's Day, with many of you - and it was lovely. I don't feel particularly sad about Father's Day. My dad never made a fuss about it. But he did make a fuss about the presents, such as:

* The Happy Shirt. He wore it a lot. Too much, really. * A new wallet, complete with scrawly, hand-drawn photos of each kid. He kept the drawings in the plastic picture-sleeve for years, and whenever someone asked to see a picture of his kids, he'd whip out the pitiful self-portraits we created as kids. Cartoon kids.

* Multiple Chia Pets, which, to our dismay, never grew any hair under our care. However, after spending a few mysterious weeks at his work, the Chia Pet would always return with a head full of hair, boxed with Easter grass and plastic eggs. A miracle!

* Summer sausage and cheese from the the Hickory Farm stand in the mall. When in doubt, this was my go-to Dad gift.