Rambling

My dad has been visiting for a few days. I'm never sure how the visits will go. I have all kinds of expectations, both good and bad, of how things might happen. The unexpected rattles me if I'm not careful. It's almost as if I have to plan to be flexible--plan to Breathe lightly.
As it turns out, it was just fine. I hope it means I'm getting better at letting things go and better at remembering how short life is. I might just be getting tired...
  We took a surprise visit to find out a little family history yesterday. It turns out, I'm not too old to cherish the idea of an adventure with my dad. A whirlwind trip over the border to see an elderly family member gave my dad an undeniable zest and I now have a memory I'll cherish.
Upon arriving,  I was horrified to find out an enormous dinner was planned. Fortunately for my conscience, my efforts to assist with  cooking and cleaning were accepted after a bit. We were stuffed to the gills with fabled country cooking and spent hours hearing family lore. The kids saw their first ever Brady Bunch episodes.  They were suitably impressed. 
In the short time we've been back, I've tended both kidlets and lawn, planted the bulbs I was given, and sent my dad homeward.  Weeding is meditative and that's for the best. I've got plenty to think about.