Update on Fathers Day

Well, it wasn’t so bad after all. Small & Feisty eventually calmed down, and we reached Orange County around 3:30 PM. Not a super-exciting time, but I did get a lot of time to sit down and talk to my dad, which is, after all, the point of the day. I got two Father’s Day gifts from my family: a copy of Power Grid, and a copy of Killer Bunnies and the Quest for the Magic Carrot (blue and yellow), plus the red, violet, and orange boosters. The first I know is a good game; I’ve never played the latter.

Tomorrow I’m taking a vacation day to get Small & Feisty packed for camp.


A Productive Saturday

Yesterday was a productive day. It started out with getting the bulk of the Temple newsletter done. Yes, with all of the mishegosh,  I’m still doing the Temple newsletter. It went pretty quick, partially because I decided it wasn’t worth the effort to do my Learning About Judaism page this month. I did put in the NL, however, that they’ve got until the end of September to find a new editor. We did have our one panic: it appears that the Rabbi they were thinking of for the HHD was written up in the Jewish Journal, and so the specifics regarding the rabbi were pulled from the NL until the matter is resolved.

After I got the NL out for proofing, it was time to turn to helping my daughter pack for camp. This is her first year following my footsteps and going to Camp Hess Kramer. So, we’ve had to go find a footlocker (not as easy as it once was), and start sewing name labels in everything! She leaves on Tuesday (we have to be at Wilshire Blvd Temple at 9:00 AM, the bus leaves at 10:00 AM&#151then we’re off to our likely new temple to discuss membership). We’ll be doing more packing this morning.

Then we went out for sushi with ellipticcurve. When everyone does a meme and indicates they haven’t had sushi in the last 30 days, but wants it, its time for a trip to Todai. That we did, and all came home happy.

So now I’m sitting here at my desk, Fathers Day morning, enjoying the peace and quiet whilst the family is asleep. My favorite time of the morning. Soon it is off to pay the bills (which I do every Sunday), but I wanted to get my LJ in first. This afternoon we’re off to my wife’s sister’s place in Laguna Niguel—I’m not crazy about the drive, but it makes it easier for my dad to get there. I know I’m getting some games for Fathers Day, so perhaps we’ll be able to do some gaming.

[This is also my first test of using the Semagic client to post, as opposed to just using the web interface. We’ll see how it works.]


Some Dads…

Sometimes, I get frustrated at the dad’s in our Y Princesses tribe. We were working on scheduling a final meeting/end-of-year party for the girls. Originally, it was going to be in May. This got pushed out to June. Now the date that was scheduled for it turns out to be bad for two of the girls. Well, there aren’t that many weekends left in June, and I have this horrible fear they will schedule it on a weekend when “Small & Feisty” and I cannot make it. I’d really like her to be able to attend it; it’s her last one.

Things like this bring up the “not in the clique” feelings I had when I was in school. I really don’t want my daughter to face those.


Father and Daughter, Pals Forever

Tonight, Small and Feisty, also known as Little Bunny, graduated from the Y-Indian Princesses Program after five years. Her father, Running Rabbit, sometimes mistakenly called Running Rabbi, formerly Little Running Bear, sometimes mistakenly called Little Running Mouth, was very proud.

If you have a child, ages 5 to 9, and a local YMCA, go get involved with the Y Father-Child programs. I did Indian Guides with my father, and I did Indian Princesses with my daughter. The time you spend with your child is precious, and you create wonderful memories.

Not everything is great. You get to deal with the meltdowns (I remember S&F having a meltdown the first trip at Camp Fox, where she didn’t want to go near the fish she had caught). You get to deal with the fathers more into themselves then their children (the ones who bring the kegs to the campouts, the idiots), or the fathers who seem more childish than their children. But you also get the chance to share firsts with your child: camping in a tent, going to Catalina Island, catching a fish, bowling, playing in the snow.

The father-child bond is a precious one.

[Plus, the campout today was held at Big Sycamore Canyon, which is two canyons over from Little Sycamore Canyon, where my childhood camp is (and where Small and Feisty will be going in two weeks). Sitting in the campfire brought back the memory of Havdalah, that special time of separation between Shabbat and the week.]