Over the weekend, my dad and I engaged in what I lovingly call “prison labor”, where we move stones around my backyard. This time, we were moving half of my limestone patio to the other side of the yard to claim more grass and build a patio from my house out my giant sliding glass doors. When we finished, I was basking in our success. My dad said, “Dang, it’s not feel good Monday. How will everyone know all the cool things you did with your DAD?!”
Don’t worry, Dad, Feel Good Friday covers the whole week prior, so you’ll get your recognition and gratitude… I’m grateful for you, for your help with my house, for teaching me to chip mortar off the bottom of stones until my football elbow acts up, and for carrying so many stones that my freakin’ abs are sore.
Also! Grateful for my Marriage Certificate Trio, who are in town adventuring with me and patient with Nali as she tries to understand how the dog-sized human named Hat she used to guard in her stroller works now that she can toddle around, and my aunt and uncle, who are in town and shared lovely meals with me at Picnik and Hula Hut (go-to restos), and my silly brother who somehow convinced me to move a couch I didn’t want to move with him. People are great.