Yes, it is Father’s Day once again and I have one living son left (The other two are dead) — and the one that is left communicates with me only if I reach out first.

I have never been to his new home that I gave him the Twelve Hundred dollars to close the deal on …never been invited to see the house or to have dinner with them in the house … or anything else….no invitations to spend holidays at his new home….nothing….just occasional token communications via internet …. you know, the kind of little snippets of recognition that probably cause carpel tunnel syndrome (Bullshit) —but after 30 years or more of this kind of Father and Son back and forth (He does play the role of adoring son whenever he wants something from me … which, fortunately is not too often…) — nevertheless, he is my flesh and blood and as hard as I try to ignore the distance and the treatment, I simply cannot put it out of my mind…. so here is Father’s Day once again with no plans to interact with my 56 year old child other than some nonsense on the Internet …and I am resolved to it…. I am sensitized to it…. I am stuck in it…..but—- what else can I say……I guess I am looking for some kind of sympathy or a pity party or something….I am a big pussy when it comes to social interactions after all. To those of you our there who have normal family relationships allow me to wish you the happiest Father’s Day ever.

Today is Sunday — church day — we will all go to church and we will all receive a bag full of Man stuff like colognes, bath gels, shoe polish, tooth brushes (I have dentures myself but I can use the tooth brushes to help me clean the toilet in the bathroom) — and if I had a dog (which I do not) I could use the toothbrushes on the dog….. I had a pet rat once but he would not tolerate having his teeth brushed. (Just throwing that in there for information you might find interesting.) Also, as a side note, it was the pet rat that taught me to eat dried banana chips which were his favorite little treat and we would sit at the dinner table and eat banana chips together. I loved that rat. He grew to be 5 pounds in weight and was a white laboratory rat with the little pink eyes and the ingratiating persona ….one could not help loving that rat— strangers would stop me on the street wanting to pet him …

After a digestive upset last evening, my stomach has settled down now and I am back to feeling normal again. I hope the normal feeling persists throughout the day — I am always afraid of a recurrence of the horrible CDIF that I endured for months…I am now in my 36th week of recovery and am doing well according to the doctors.

So that is my Sunday morning Father;s Day post and I hope and pray that you all are having a blessed and happy day–my friend, Jim and I, are planning on having hot dogs, potato salad and baked beans here at the mansion after church. Our church starts at noon and drones on until about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. But I love going there because I am kind of a guest minister there and the people are all really nice. They were really supportive of me during the worst parts of my almost fatal CDIF events. Thanks be to God and to Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, I am getting so much better now.