Today I took the car to the service centre for an oil change, replacement of the rear wiper blade (when did those become so expensive?), and to change back to all season tires. For some of you, the latter may seem late, but we did have forecasts for rain-snow mix over the past couple of weeks and I chose to leave the winter tires on for the highway driving just in case. I was indoors most of the day except for a walk after supper. The day was grey with drizzle and light rain. Temperatures were cooler than than the last few days, so gloves and a hat made the evening walk more comfortable.
Yesterday on campus and today on my street and elsewhere in town, many U-Haul trailers and trucks along with other trucks and cars were being loaded for the end of term trip home for students. I saw two girls from across the street heading out for supper with two father-aged men. They laughed and were clearly enjoying themselves. All of this reminded me of the many trips Dad and I took over my years in Saskatoon for the undergraduate degree. We always laughed and enjoyed the trips. We paused for dinner before leaving town -- usually at the Greek-owned Italian restaurant just across the street from campus. the spaghetti and meatballs were amazing. They had this way with the pasta -- swirled it in a frypan with olive oil to coat it and some tiny bits of carmelization on the pasta. I still dream of that meal and the great company of my dad.
Seeing all the packing in town brought back some wonderful memories. Those were amazing trips. I'll admit to a few tears and a desire to tell those girls to treasure these moments -- however, I did not insinuate myself into their experience -- no need for me to be part of their memories. <smile> These thoughts brought to mind how much I miss my dad. He had answers to all things technical or automotive. He also listened when I was struggling with some aspect of life helping me to work through my problem solving. I could really use his input these days. I speak to him when I get stressed, but it isn't quite the same as a face-to-face or phone conversation. He would have loved virtual platforms for video conferencing <smile>. A song by an acclaimed popular music songwriter was chosen to share today. The lyrics say much from the perspective of a father. I echo those sentiments as a daughter. Keep safe. Enjoy!
Father and Daughter -- Paul Simon (& Friends)
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