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Most Excellent

Today was a most excellent day. We had a brief tantrum right before bed, but he had a busy day. We got up. Had breakfast. Then. We started in the garage. Dug out the mower. So that he could get started mowing. While he was mowing where I was planning to work on windows today, I loaded the truck with the tools I needed for the day. Lunch was an easy snack. Although he did disappear on occasion to get some light snack. All the while that mower was running. He did a really good job, and only missed a couple of spots. Because he did so well, I moved some things around so that he could use his basketball hoop. Only to have him remember that his basketball was deflated, and he had thrown the needle in his fit of rage nearly two weeks ago. So he had some

Not every day is bad…

Today. For example. Was pretty darn good. David met goals at school. Then when the weather wasn’t cooperating didn’t argue when we told him he had to stay inside. When the weather cleared, he played basketball by himself for a good hour, until it was time to come in. When he had to come in for supper, he did so without argument. At bedtime, he took his medication, a shower and went to bed with no complaint. I may get frustrated with him, but I am also incredibly proud of him. So today I gave him a hug. Like always. I kissed his forehead as I tucked him in. When I checked on him just now, I whispered in his ear. You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased. ~ Mark 1:11. I may cry. I may feel anger, disappointment, and everything else that comes with raising

Section 1 – About a father

Thinking of my family at this late hour. It is 1am here. 2am back home. I am on vacation and can’t sleep. All but one family member is at home in Casa de Familia. I was working a night job delivering newspapers. One night I happened to deliver to a business that had an old friend working. I had worked with this person in a previous job when I was still in high school. I wanted to date her more than I wanted anything in this life. I wanted to show her that men are not all assholes like her ex-husband and the other riffraff that she went out with. One night, she invited me to a Christmas party at a hotel with some friends. It so happens that I had my daughter that weekend. What better way to woo a woman than to introduce a small child. So I