This was a strange Father's Day for me. There was no one I needed to buy a card for except my husband. Both men who served in the position of "Father" in my life are gone, now. 
What was different, too, was no expectation of talking with my dad. When it was time for me to rest on the bed in the afternoon, I saw his picture next to my bed and said, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy," but wondered if he really heard me. Did the same thing when I got into bed last night. I felt like I should be doing *something* for him, but was clueless. 
For the longest time I had two dads - the one who gave birth to me and the foster dad who helped raise me. My birth father died in 1992, but I still had *another dad* with whom I could call and talk. This year I wondered what I should be doing to acknowledged these men and realized there was nothing for me to do. Many disjointed feelings followed.
So, I visited other blogs and read about your Father's Day stories!
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My dear, dear friend Lori (from Ohio) came to visit Saturday afternoon.
A birthday party for each of us has become a tradition, during her annual visits. She always makes me open my gift first, because my birthday comes in April and hers in June. She knows me to a T and bought stationery, notepad paper, and a candle I'm in love with. Each gift was, "So me!"
I can't believe she took pictures of Chirper with her phone camera and I never pulled out my regular camera to get pictures. Well, truth be known, I didn't even pull out my cell phone camera. I guess I was too *into* the visit and my brain went south.
We talked about many things. We talked of God and His faithfulness, and all the things I learned this past year during my cancer battle. God revealed more of Himself to me over these past 12 months, and I was happy to swap stories with Lori about our heavenly Father! We relived a few stories of how bad my health was last year and how, this year, I look more like *me* - just 25 pounds lighter! No great loss - I could still stand to lose another 25 pounds!
She was sweet and asked for my sewing basket, so she could take up the elastic in my homemade slips. We sat together, side by side, on the sofa and jabbered away. I shared with her funny stories because of my reduction in my underwear size and some blouse sizes! The under garments stories I can't write about on here, but they did make for some good laughter between Lori and me! I'm so glad she had embarrassing stories of her own to tell me!
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The girls and I gave Jesse a 5 x 7 portrait of the five sisters together (Stephanie, Nikki, Annamarie, Marissa, & Adrienne). There was a picture of just him and Nikki and another of him with his sister JoAnn and half brother Richard, both 4 x 6 size, that I put in a double frame. All good photos. We also picked up a bookmark for his Bible and each child gave a card they had personally read and picked out themselves.
We went to church and, unfortunately, Jesse had one of those coughing spells he couldn't stop. He was so embarrassed, to think he might be disturbing people around him.
I got the signal near the end of our pastor's sermon that he was ready to leave early. We stayed until the pastor finished his last sentence, but didn't stay for anything else. He's starting to feel better, but still sounds like his nose is congested and that crazy cough that seizes him from time to time. I can count, on one hand, how many times Jesse has been this sick.
I had made a pasta salad on Saturday, which we ate (slightly chilled) with charcoaled chicken legs and thighs. The salad was huge and we still have salad to fill a large casserole dish, and that's AFTER Sunday's Father's Day meal!!!!
After we returned from church, I quickly marinated 5 thick fillet mignon steaks (it would have been better if they had been marinated over night) and Jesse took them out to the charcoal grill. I had put 5 full ears of frozen corn on the cob in some water; so, all that was left was to make small, individual green salads. I used different types of lettuce, a bit of purple cabbage, shavings of carrots, dried cranberries, chilled mandarin oranges, and walnuts. It was topped with a poppy seed dressing and a VERY colorful salad.
When the steaks were ready, I poured the boiling water off the corn, got the pasta salad out of the refrigerator, and Jesse put the platter of steaks on the table! I'm beginning to really like these Sunday dinners. The girls have done so well at the formal table. I usually spill more on the tablecloth than anyone else!
The steaks were out of this world delicious. It's hard to ruin a fillet - even if you over cook it, the flavor is still good and it's tender.
Dessert was a yellow cake with a layer of cream cheese frosting in the middle, topped with a layer of sliced fresh strawberries. I lightly covered the rest of the cake with the cream cheese frosting. Over that, I patted strawberry frosting to make little peaks all over the cake. Each slice was served with a fresh strawberry on the dessert plate. I followed the directions (this time ) as far as the temperature of my oven. I checked it early and was horrified to see my cake w3as dark brown - not golden yellow. I yanked it out and didn't even need to use a toothpick - it was pulling away from the sides of the pans and OBVIOUSLY cooked through. I put both layers in the freezer over night and that's probably the only reason the cake turned out moist.
Jesse took the girls to a friends house for a while (he had to borrow a tool) and then he stopped at Home Depot. He's considering a gas grill, although we prefer the taste of food cooked over charcoal. But, the quickness you can cook outside with propane is somewhat appealing!
Since our after church meal was later than our usual lunch, I didn't fix dinner last night. We set the table for Sunday's lunch on Saturday night. After eating on Sunday, I fill the dishpan (for hand washing the china) with lots of really hot water, slip the plates and silver into the water, and come back later to wash them and rinse them in hot water a final time. Annamarie dries. Rissy puts the china away and Luci puts the silver away. On Monday morning, we remove the tablecloth and napkins and wash them with Luci's clothes (it's her laundry day) and it's been VERY easy to serve these formal dinners on Sunday. The fact we each have our little routine job down pat helps oodles, I'm sure!
The girls' therapist has asked me to put Annamarie (and then at the last minute, Luci) in a class on Monday evenings for teaching children social skills. This isn't an etiquette class, but a class that teaches the child not to stand an inch in front of someone's face, look at that person' s mouth, and say in a monotone voice, "I went to the park today."
Annamarie desperately needs that type of teaching, and Luci has been a little too sarcastic for a few weeks (no doubt verbiage learned from neighbor girls they occasionally play with). Luci's instruction will be more for her protection from someone slugging her in the mouth. She's not aware that she can't say whatever is on her mind to anyone who will listen. She's very opinionated and some things need to be kept inside and not said.
I don't like the idea of having to be somewhere at 5:30pm each Monday: another place to be and another place to spend precious gasoline money! AND, the fact it's in rush hour traffic . . . AND, I'm usually done standing upright by that time! I think if Jesse can't be home when I need to leave, I'll take Rissy with me and go to Stephanie's to visit while the girls are in their class. Hopefully it won't last more than an hour.
Things are getting back to normal around here, today. We're back on our chore routines and the homeschool booklets are working well. Rissy said it takes her about 15 minutes to do the work in all 3 books. And that's how it should be. Not a long class, but just a reminder how to add, multiple, measure . . .
I'm going to pay a few bills and take care of a few other things around here. I don't know when I'll have time to sit here and type again, but I'm trying to make the time, 3 times a week. 
Be Blessed ~
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