2015.06.22 Father's Day

Starting off two weeks of vacation was a camping trip to Cape Lookout with some other young families for Father's Day. With Yurts. "What's a Yurt?" you may be Googling to yourself - as I did myself at the suggestion. The best explanation, in context of how they actually exist in contemporary Oregon, is that they're a crazy hybrid of a large tent and a small cabin. Except with a circular planform that is intrinsic to neither.

Anyway, good fun was had by all. Especially the children who got to run around wild in the relative tame woods of the state campground and got to exhaust themselves on the endless beach.

Reflecting on the father-ness aspect of the nominal holiday, I was reminded of the importance of being, well, fatherly. Which for me mostly means being reliable, and providing stability even as I try to set a good example for how to be. Something which I never really had a chance to thank my dad for being - at least not while he was most profoundly doing so. But I am profoundly thankful for it now; both for how it enabled me to be as successful as I am, and for the example to follow as I waver with narcissistic injuries.

Which reminds me of something quintessentially dad-like for which I am oddly proud - a torn CV-boot on the Subaru. Or, rather, the canny spotting of said mechanical issue with mere casual observation. A slight, dark residue could be seen slightly oozing from one mag wheel. It could have been merely mud, but a glance showed that it was only on one wheel. And it sure looked like CV-joint grease as I peered through the gaps in the wheel. It took getting it home and jacking it up with a light to verify certainly (and to clear the other CV-boot as being OK). Perhaps the correct spontaneous diagnosis says more about the number of old front-wheel-drive cars I've had than any particular mechanical insight - but I'm feeling smug about it anyway. Except for the part where I paid somebody else to fix it for me.

It's possible that I'm rambling. It's possible that "rambling" is my natural wringing "voice".