And Hangtime.

Okay, I started a little rusty, but every time I looked up from a Mtn Climber or Merkin another pax showed up.  First Bel Air, then Cubicle, then Shaken.  It kind of through me off my game.

So we hit some warm ups on the “green” then headed to the theater with 3 more pax as noted above.  After two rounds of People’s Chair and Praying Mantis the Merkins requested brought some hem and hawing.

We proceeded to the hill near the pond for some DORA and some core work when a disgruntled resident stumbled from her slumber to complain of the noise.  There were numerous theories as to why she was yelling at us as we were pretty quiet and quite a distance from her home.  One theory involved unconsummated marital relations.  And that was the most tame.  We were gracious, of course, and carried on such discourse out of earshot – or so we hoped as she must have Wonder Woman hearing.

We wrapped up praying for Mike, Kirk (both friends of Canuck) and Larry (Bel Air’s brother).

I spoke a bit about someone close to me and his disappointment when he finally met his biological father who left him and his sister while infants.  “I guess I just always had this idea that if we met there would be some reasonable understanding for why he stepped out on his family.  And that ultimately we would have a lot in common…but it was none of those things. ”  He went on.  And it broke my heart.  

To miss the father I love dearly and was always in our lives and loving in every way is strangely comforting compared to having a hole in one’s heart that is always unfilled.  If you have/had a loving father, be grateful, course, but let’s always reach out and support and try and understand those that never have.

God bless.