my father

[Drunk Monk]

I was torn between two father's day cards. One had a picture of a car on the moon and inside the blurb read something about "Dad vs. directions, the battle continues" That one was a bit too black humorish. The one I choose said DAD quite clearly, written by a mower in a lawn. I'm hoping he can read DAD. It's challenging to get cards for the aphasiac. At least with birthdays, you can get one with a picture of a cake and hope the symbol gets through. For something like father's day, that's harder to symbolize.

We went to this dance/martial arts show that I had comp tickets to, $100 seats but I pity the poor chump who dropped more than $40 on a seat. Stacy's dad and stepmom joined us. It was an odd show, a great Shaolin demo with several old monk friends, but very unprofessionally showcased. For Ernie Reyes action team, someone had left two folding chairs right in front of stage and no one had the courage to take them away so they were there for the whole performance. Mostly, it was something to do. We went out to White Lotus for dinner, but it confused everyone because no one was familiar with Vietnamese vegetarian food. At the end, I gave my dad the card. He was very happy about that and waved it triumphantly while it was still in the envelope.