this made my mother very down and i think she hexed her day a little
with work going poorly, clients yelling at her, and eventually ending her day by locking her purse & her car keys & her house key in her car and sitting on her front porch waiting for pop-a-lock to come to the rescue. she said it felt like a friday the 13th. i said, you may have influenced a bit subconsciously and i bet even a few more june 30th's will feel like this still.
such was the passing of father's day as well. the commercials and TV were bombarded with father figures and daddy movies. kind of heart-wrenching if you're already thinking about it. i missed my dad a lot in costa rica for some reason. i would see older men, fathers on their family trips, with their whiter skin and the darker moles predominantly standing out on that pale skin, and they just being silent and guiding. that's how my father was. silent but guiding. he would have loved costa rica. he loved the ocean & water as i do. we lived in hawaii when i was a little girl while he was in the air force and he kept that little hawaiian house for years with dreams of someday retiring and moving back to the island of oahu. but no such luck for jill cuz he sold it a few years after we were in texas. my mom doesn't even know how to swim.
