The weekend had been the first hot hot hot one of the year and yesterday my son and I had driven to Yorkshire Dales Ice Cream once again to sample the icy delights as well as the playground. I was uncomfortable slightly with my long sleeves due to my skin reaction to the sun if unguarded. It was the stuff memories are made of.
My evening was spent watching the new Godzilla movie with my stepson who stayed over at mine playing Minecraft PS3 till 1am. I was up at 6am watching films but he didn't surface until 11:15am.
After dropping my stepson home and seeing my own dear son for a minute also by chance, I had half a mind to call at my brothers whose birthday it is next week. Even as I parked on the road outside I felt reluctant to go knock since I didn't know who was already there. There was a car parked outside and I had no idea who it was. If i knocked there'd be no swift turning back. I still chose to try and he had no visitors, in fact he was home alone.
We chatted over a cup of tea inside with the doors flung wide and another person arrived at his open back door. IT WAS OUR OWN FATHER WHO I'D NOT SEEN FOR 6 YEARS!
But d'you know what? I wasn't remotely bothered. Even though we'd technically had a falling out...well...more of a parting ...we had been e mailing most weeks in a polite fashion, otherwise it would have been very awkward.
I felt calm and confident inside and we could jump into actual conversation based on our e mails which was a huge leap forward. The three of us handled the moment well and at the first sign of a long silence i made my leave saying "It's been good to see you Dad" and meaning it. I surprised myself at how ok i'd been about it. I reflected that my visit may have been meant to occur by my guiding spirit whoever that may be.
It was an historic moment and I left pleased with myself and headed straight for my great grandparents grave in Morton cemetery but was unsuccessful in locating. I wasn't fazed.
Later on as the sun dipped in the skies, I set off for a walk on the canal to Kildwick and back to walk off the pizzas I'd eaten this weekend. I've set myself a goal for this week onwards, that is, to eat the same things at first but to eat less in portion sizes. I'm getting the wrong kind of stocky.
With all that's gone on this weekend I feel a clean start for the week ahead.
I intend to embrace it.
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