Sorry for the radio silence around here lately, especially because I had kind of been on a roll with posting / fooling you all into thinking I am a real blogger. I will try to resume catching up with you guys regularly on Monday, but until then I just wanted to share some stuff with you, so let's get cozy and real, like the women on The View or something.
I mention The View because it was one of my dad's favorite shows. He would deny it, but if he didn't think anyone else was home, you would hear him emphatically interacting with Barbara & crew, then pretend like he'd lost the remote when you'd catch him. He was one of the most intelligent men I had ever met, and here he was with a (not so) secret bad tv habit. It was awesome, and I would mock him mercilessly about it.
I say all of this in the past tense, because last week The View lost one dedicated but closeted viewer, and I lost my dad.
We decided against any kind of wake or funeral, and instead just threw two giant parties. We drank cheap beer and told embarrassing stories and laughed and laughed and laughed. He was a fun guy, so it only made sense to not mourn, but celebrate.
Stay cool, Poppy.