Family Tradition

Every where has tradition.  Every culture carries their own traditions and traditions that have been transferred from other cultures.  Like Christmas.  Christmas is a tradition that dates back so far I can't actually remember when the first appearance of St. Nick was.  The furthest I can remember is Holland in the 1200 I think.
(that project was from 18 years ago, at least I remember that part of it).  Now anyone that knows me, knows how big I am into certain traditions.   Well this weekend is a 21 year tradition we've had.  It's a blast for the most part, although this year some of it seems to be a little uncomfortable.   For the most part the kids had a blast and were featured on TV several times.  (that last part was kinda weird though, if you see me, yes I did look REALLY REALLY rough! ha!)  My favorite hotel was okay although I love their bathrooms.  Trust me I shoulda taken a damn picture of the bloody thing, I swear it's bigger than my entire flat!!! . . . and their garden tubs.... let's just say I would not complain about life if I had a tub like that in my flat. *le sigh*

So now I'm sittin up at the lake enjoying the radio with my Daddy.  And yes he's old enough that the radio and a deck of cards (or a few) is Sunday entertainment.  My Daddy.  He's older than Moses (his words, not mine), but he's one of the most crotchety yet gentle person I've ever met.  The dogs love him (although my Lily Pad is the only animal that has ever bit him).  He can talk about almost anything.  He's just a wonderful man.  And in all honesty it's quiet times like this that I really savor with him.  He's like a gentle stream in the woods.  He may have a few boulders for a bit of a rocky ride but most of the time he's just this peaceful flow.  He's some place you can sit calmly and quietly next to and just be.  Helps clear out all the clutter the mind can create.  He's really under appreciated for his magical power, but he really has one.   My Daddy can make ANYTHING simple.  It's a simple yes or no. You want something or you don't.  Life is just simple.  Dogs are  great company.  A movie or biography will keep him occupied.  He's eager to understand things, but it's not necessary for him to live his life.  He's a wonderful man.

I've had alot of troubles in my life and really the day I decided to move in with my Daddy (as temporary as it was) I saw a clearer idea of life.  It doesn't have to be a rat race everyday for the best job or best apartment or the most money.  As long as you have a way around, a place to sleep, some food in your belly, and a dog for some company anything else is just an added bonus.  We should all be so lucky to live in such simplicity.

If you ever wonder why I act or do some of the things I do, take a look at my parents.  Separately.  I've been lucky enough to have spent time with them each individually.  And that's just them.  Some habits are good some habits are bad but I've learned almost everything about my personality from them and being observant of myself.   It was my Daddy that allowed me to be comfortable with just me.  And Lily of course helped on that too.

So yeah I guess that's about all I have to share today.  Tomorrow I'll be back to the grind, hopefully today's clarity won't escape too quickly.

Here's hoping y'all find some calm space today.