Life of Wry

Dadding a twenty one year old is different than dadding infants, toddlers, adolescents or teens. This Father’s Day, unlike so many in the past couple decades, Peter phoned it in.

Our young adult is far far away..camping and hiking in Arizona with his friend Helen. It’s late on Sunday night now and he’s actually driving back to La Jolla (as I write this). We spent a couple of hours on the phone with him tonight, as he drove, hearing about that camping trip, about post graduation life and how amorphous and untethered it feels, and playing a round of pub quiz. We got about two thirds of the way through a typical Dr. Andy pub quiz when Peter lost his internet connection … so, I’m blogging, waiting for him to re-enter the data zone and trying not to worry. He’s a bit tired, having hiked a lot of miles in desert heat over the last two days, and not getting a lot of sleep.. and the drive is about 5 1/2 hours from Phoenix — where he dropped Helen off — and La Jolla. Ugh.

So… I’m waiting for him to call back, and in the meantime…

Here is a collection of oldies but goodies — some of my all-time favorite photos of my two favorite people on the planet — in honor of Father’s Day:

I have more.. but this was this year’s Father’s Day selection that I posted on Facebook this morning.