Oh, look… June! And there was something I was forgetting… ah, right: those thirty posts I write every year in June. That again. For the fifth year in a row I’m back to a month of daily blogging: each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be about something that I’ve:
Failed… Dad Duties
It’s the small things, and anyone will know who spent any amount of time with me this weekend as we traversed the rocky mountains, sometimes by car and sometimes by foot, on our epic relay race (for which there will certainly be a more detailed report forthcoming) that I felta little guilty about what my participation meant sacrificing: my dad duties.
Scoff if you will, but it really is the small things. It’s the fact that for the last ten months she has been diligently practicing and improving, fighting to gain ground on a skill that is easy to flub and difficult to master. But she is become quite a proficient pianist. Four years of lessons are paying off.
And I missed the recital because I couldn’t quite make it back in time. At the time of the show I was somewhere east of Edson, zipping down highway sixteen at a hundred and change. Dad fail. A small fail. But… it’s the small things, after all.