Fathers Day

Today is fathers day and today we will be honoring our fathers. My dad lives in Florida, the land of the slow moving people. I usually call him about once a month to see how he is doing. And the conversation is usually a repeat of the last call.
Hey Dad, how are you doing?

Aaaaah, getting old.

How are you feeling?

I have no pep. (He is 86 years old.)

Well what are you doing?

Not much.

Are you getting out and walking?

When I feel like it.

What else are you up to?

Not much.

Are you going out to the Inn (The Deltona Inn) for dinner?

A couple of times last week. Those waitresses are so beautiful and they just treat me like a king.

That's nice. How is Bud? (It is his friend that lives up the street from him.)
He's a pain in the ass. He is so set in his ways, you can't do anything with him any more.

How's the weather?

It's just perfect. 95 degrees with 100% humidity.

Dad, why don't you come up and visit us in Maine?( He has never been to our home.)

Yea right, I don't think I could take the cold. (I think he thinks we live near the arctic circle.)

Well you are always welcome.

OK. I have to go. Thanks for calling. Love you.

Love you too dad.

I miss my dad and wish we could see each other more ,but he is living his life and I am living mine. That's a life. Happy Fathers dad.