Ozark Oddments: Easily confused and easily amused

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Easily confused and easily amused

Somehow in the rush to get ready for our trip, I got very mixed up about when Father's Day occurs. It wasn't until late last night, after we finally managed to arrive at the Bellagio to see the fountain show (the pedestrian bridge to cross the street in front of the Bellagio was broken, which resulted in a rather circuitous route to get there) and then walked back to the motel to get something to drink that I realized I had made a mistake.

I thought Father's Day was June 12. So I wrote a Father's Day card to my dad and put that with the weekly letter I write him, and then added one more stop on my morning trip to town on Friday to buy a card for Richard. Richard was amazing -- truly amazing -- in all of the things he did for Nathaniel when our terrible journey began this time last year, and I intend to honor him for that for as long as we both shall live...

And I was so proud of myself when I got the card mailed off to my Dad (feeling not too bad that it would be a day late) and had the card for Richard ready to go to give to him on Sunday.

I had called my dad on Sunday when we were having dinner in Flagstaff, asking how he was and hoping he had had a nice day, and although he is always happy to hear from me, I imagine he was a bit confused about why I had called....

As we were meandering through the casino last night headed for the cafe, I noted a placard announcing "FREE for Fathers on Fathers Day, June 19...."

I will have to call him today and explain that I have lost my mind.

And then this morning, around 9 a.m. we suddenly heard quite rapid banging. Richard went to the door and looked out in the hall but all was quiet. There is some refurbishing going on in the motel--when we read a review of the motel, someone had complained that there was a lot of noise--and then I thought it might be kids running down the hall or something. But then Richard realized it was the bed in the next room banging against the wall. It didn't last very long, and we sort of giggled about that for a minute or two...

2 comments:

Oklahoma Granny said...: You are not alone. For some reason I was confused about the date for Father's Day this year too.; 8:08 AM
Far Side of Fifty said...: I was confused about when Fathers Day was too..getting old!
I am sure your Dad loved hearing from you anyway!:); 12:38 AM

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