The other thing I learned during Coffee Therapy the other day...
was that it took Pa Ingalls years to build his house for his family. Years. He never really completed it. According to RJ, Carrie slept on a make-shift bed downstairs and never did have a real bed or bedroom. And guess what? It's going to take years for us to build our house! What a surprise! We probably won't even move in for several months. I found that out tonight. My Shug told me. You know what? Whatev.....I'm tired of trying to put deadlines on the whole house thing. So guess what again? We get 'er done when we get 'er done. I feel better about it. It's freeing somehow. Screw self-inflicted deadlines!
And here's the other thing. I call my Dad, "Pa." I have for years. When I call him on the phone I say, "Pa?" I know it's him, but I say it anyway...I say, "Pa? Whadup?"
And guess what my Pa's first name is? Yup...Charles. I am not kidding.
The other day Pa, and my Sister and I went on a bus trip. An all day bus trip to gardens in Northern Indiana. I think I'll share a few of those pics with you. in my next few posts. But in the meantime.... this is a pic of my Pa...Charles
Happy Father's Day Pa.