Father’s Day was a week ago Sunday, on June 15.
The following day, as I was preparing for my Semi-Annual Rubdown - a Swedish massage having become an essential part of our Beach Ritual - the Massage Therapist asked me whether I had enjoyed Father’s Day.
“Of course,” I answered. “One of my daughters - the Mistress of Sarcasm - is here at the beach with us, so my day was Extra Enjoyable.”
As indeed it was. I can’t wait for her Big Sister to return home from her trip to Uganda. Summer Kampala, as it were. Both of them will (keyn ayin hara) be here this coming weekend...which will make next Sunday the best kind of Father’s Day of all.