My Dad was fidgety.
He'd jiggle his foot.
Or fiddle with any implement close at hand.
He had a tiny vice grip on the kitchen counter he would clamp onto and off anything close by....like his finger - or YOUR finger.
It sort of hurt - but not really - just sorta.
One time - he pulled a plastic grape off a cluster of grapes Mom had on the table (remember those plastic grapes?)...then he would squeeze it and make it stick on things as he let go, like his cheek, or YOUR nose or a Grandchilds dimple.
Oh he was so funny.
AND fidget-ey.
I feel fidget-ey as we await the arrival of family.
I should be doing the last cleaning walk through.
But....
Well...I feel too fidget-ey.
My favorite fidget remembrance of Dad was when he put a new toilet plunger -that was sitting near by waiting to be put in the bathroom - on his head and it did the little suction thing and when he tried to get it off...it make a nice bruise right around the top of his little bald head.
FUNNY. Really funny.
He laughed...we all laughed.
Did someone get a picture of that?
I found a belt of Dad's, that for some reason, I got when we cleaned out his closet.
Our son is going to wear it.
(Our youngest is much of the build - and tender heart - of his Grandpa Jack.)
Something along the lines of...
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something from Grandpa.
(He and Mom are a handsome couple, don't ya think?)
Oh, Dad.
You'd love to be here this week.
You loved a party - do you still like parties?
I miss you Dad...want you here this week.
I hope you will be close by.
We are having a big party.
p.s. Dad - you'll like Julia.
I feel fidgety - fidgety and sentimental.
Weddings will do that to a person.
(new bags in Etsy shop)
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