I had lost a small amount of sleep to the formation of a strategy. I needed to tell my dad how I don’t want to take the girls to a dairy farm. Somehow, i knew it would not be a simple conversation. He and I take different roads, but get along just the same in the end: Though our lunches were very different that day, together we endured 100 + temperatures to help lay block footer for a deserving veteran’s new home.
So as I walked into the kitchen, he at his bowl of cereal, my clock wound back a couple of decades. We exchanged niceties, and they were genuine, but in my guts it was as if I had crashed the car last night. I told him what was on my mind. The response was uncomfortable, but I stayed the course. As I had thought, it wasn’t a simple conversation. As the tension settled slowly and uncertainly, there came to mind a clear suggestion.
“We should check out today’s stage.”
“Yep. Let’s do it.”