In the Layers of Our Moments

There are, I am guessing, a significant number of us who have hard-wired, always-used, knee-jerk answers to specific questions.

For instance, when I see someone and ask how they're doing, the reply is almost always, "Fine.  And you?"

Today is Father's Day. I hope every type of father has the opportunity to celebrate well.

That's what brings me to one of my 'pat' answers. I always feel like I should place the celebration on the one who gifted me the title of dad.  I have one daughter and without her, I would not be a dad.

List of Assets

Current wisdom suggests that we should have a list of all of our assets and corresponding values. Apparently, this preparation could become handy if we are faced with future insurance claims. 

On March 31, an F2 tornado paid a quick and devastating visit to Manchester, Iowa putting down a few memories only blocks from my current residence. No one was hurt, but some enormous tree roots were evidence of the toppling of very old trees.  Sheets of bright blue tarps are still seen around the areas where violent winds removed sections of roofing and siding. I think that most of the commercial buildings have since been repaired.  

And even with this near miss, I still need to gather pen and paper to create my asset list. My procrastination will not be rewarded. 

Although remaining negligent, the thought has crossed my mind at various times during the past couple of months. I suspect that I would include things like:

Open Enough to Grow

May is finally over.

For me, May is an abnormally busy month.  Birthdays, anniversaries, memorials, and of course Mother’s Day. Dads get a month's reprieve from the extraordinary business of May.

Towards the end of these numerous month-of-May events, my own seeks some kind of acknowledgment - another birthday. 

I might prefer to ignore this annual milestone.  However, although a celebration in the way of children doesn’t seem important, recognizing that I remain vertical might suggest an appropriate observance. 

Since I tend towards introspection, especially around an occasion such as this, I was thinking about how entrenched I might be inside of myself.  Right. Too much.  Let me explain.