Lack of persistence of memory

Remember when I went to that seminar and got all inspired for obedience training? It was just a week and a half ago. But class got cancelled last week because of a blizzard, so I couldn't share my new-found gung-ho-itivity with my fellow handlers. Now, because the memory is a whole 10 days old, I have to check my notes before class tonight. There were so many absolutely brilliant points I wanted to present. If only I can find my notes....

Icicles of the past

We have some enormous icicles hanging from our lean-to greenhouse. Some of them are over three feet long. And what do icicles make me think of? My father.

I have very few memories of "Daddy." He died when I was six. I never called him "Dad" or "Father (with an eye roll)." He will always be "Daddy," because he wasn't there when I would have grown out of it.

One of the few memories I have is the day I was "helping" him knock icicles off our garage. I must have been about three. Predictably, one of the ice spears landed just below my left eye. I still have the scar.

Funny, though. The only think I remember about the day is having fun helping my "daddy." I don't remember getting hurt. Or how fast he must have run into the house with me. Or how my mother reacted. I bet it wasn't pretty. But they were, weren't they?