Father’s Day. Although I haven’t fathered any children, I’m a grampa and our granddaughter spent the day with us, as did my wife’s younger sister. I enjoy cooking so I celebrated the day by preparing barbecued t-bone steaks, fried onions and mushrooms seasoned with cumin as well as salt and pepper, baked potatoes, and steamed carrots. Delicious. My steak was just on the rare side of medium rare, while the others chose to have theirs medium-well.
My sister phoned to talk while I was peeling carrots. She lives a sixteen hour drive away, so we don’t see each other often anymore. She called because she was missing our dad, who died about five-and-a-half years ago. I’d been thinking about phoning her for the same reason. We had a good long chat, catching up on things.