today is (possibly maybe i think but i'm not betting on it) the day.

I have heard from the wheelchair delivery man. His name is Tennessee; I believe that (or a nearby state) is where he is from. He has the thickest southern accent I have ever heard in Seattle.

He says he will be delivering the wheelchair between 1 and 3 PM today.

I'm hoping.

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Today would have been my father's 82nd birthday. I miss him every day. I have some of his things.

Notable:
his walking stick, which he acquired during his bachelor years after spraining his ankle doing something that I have no doubt he shouldn't have been doing
two of his hats (he always wore a hat)
an exceedingly large hammer which I love and which has spoiled me for all lighter hammers
a #2 robertson screwdriver (square tip: not found in the US for some odd reason)
a key rack which he made at work
two earring holders made out of aircraft grade aluminum

Here's to dad. I'm not sure he ever really understood me, but he loved me a lot regardless.

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No clickies so far today. Sorry about that. I'm stuck somewhere between cautiously optimistic, nostalgic and vaguely sad.

...

it is here.
and now?
i'm going out.

and to all a good night

title: and to all a good night
author: phinnia
rating: pg-13 (established relationship-py)
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: a slightly late holiday fic, and hopefully not too fluffy. Unless you like that sort of thing. Thanks to arhh, bishojo_kitsune and cindy_lou_who8 for test reads and typos.
( it started over turkey sandwiches and leftover pie. )

twits

( all back here. )