My Dad

Today was tiresome - lots of sitting around doing not much at all.  *sigh*  I never realized how much like my father I am.  Neither of us have much to say - we are both do-ers.  We would rather be doing something with our hands, being creative, useful, building things than sitting around gabbing and such.    We had our share of conversation.  He told me he liked my pictures I took of Stanford the last time I was there.  And also said that maybe he should have stayed working there so I could have attended Stanford.  Dad!  I couldn't have cut the mustard!  but he nodded and said yeah, I think you could.    *smile* 

We may not say much, but when we say something, its important.  :) :)
Love you, Dad!