Fathers Day has once again come and gone. Being empty nest parents, Gin and I usually get a good part of Fathers Day (and Mothers Day) to our selves. Being Catholic enables us to attend Saturday evening Mass which provides even more freedoms to do whatever we want on those celebrated Sunday mornings. This being Fathers Day I chose to play a round of disc golf at a new (to me) course at Brevard College. One might think that a town nestled in the mountains would make a disc golf course challenging with hills and valleys. This was not the case for BC. With the exception of two baskets, the entire course was flat and mostly wide open. Even with the openness, I managed to loose a disc on #9 into a swampy overgrown area. The cool thing about disc golf is, if your write your name and phone number on your discs, someone will contact you if the happen to find it. This happened today and I was pleased to know that my favorite driver was found this afternoon.
At the last tee of the day I spotted a white squirrel being chased by a grey squirrel. Gin headed for the truck to get the camera and I finished my round. The picture above is what Gin captured after many attempts. Some pics were blurry, some were shadowed, and some of just the tail. Gin's determination and the technology of electronic data storage, allowed her to capture a perfect image. Oh, back to the game, I finished with a 71 which was +5 for the non-pro players like me. I enjoyed the game, but am not sure if I would play it again.
We returned home around 1:00, ate lunch, and cleaned up for our afternoon visitors. I prepared a pan of lasagna for dinner and was putting it all together when Patrick, Jessica, Nolan and Baby Dean arrived. Nolan did all he could to keep me occupied while I was putting the final layers together. Even when I was done in the kitchen, Nolan made it difficult for me to hold Dean. He would climb in my lap when I was first trying to hold Dean. The easy thing was to hand Dean back to Gin and pay more attention to Nolan. I finally got the chance to hold Dean after dinner. I am proud and grateful of my son Patrick and his wife Jessica. They had a rough start with their family by overcoming the loss of Beau and Haley, only to be blessed with Nolan and Dean. They do an amazing job for such young parents.
Friday I finally finished my 30 hour OSHA Safety course in Greenville. We have to have this certification for the Volkswagen project in Chattanooga. A lot of what was shared is stuff I've learned at other jobs, but it never hurts to take a refresher class.
Even though I've been working for over two months now, I am still experiencing the after shocks from seven months of unemployment. Gin and I attempting jumping a major hurdle this past week. We won't know the results of our efforts for another week or two. We pray about it daily and would welcome your thoughts and prayers for our road to recovery.
I know some of this is boring to some of you. I'll not apologize for that. I write to clear my mind and to create a record of events in my life that my Children and Grandchildren may possibly enjoy after my final day has passed. I want them to remember me by more than just a picture.
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