Our Father’s Day were supposed to be spent out at the cabin enjoying the peace and quiet. It’s been quite a month for us as it is a month since Jordon quit his job at The Lighthouse and found a new job but is still doing what he loves and is pretty excited about new challenges. So are we.
Instead of going to the cabin on Friday night, Jordon informed me that we were going to the wedding of our good friends Bert Lang and Don Lafreniere. Don is quite ill with cancer and the wedding was a total last minute surprise, even for Don and Bert. The wedding was in a suite at the Holiday Inn and we joined a small group of their friends and family who put together a nice wedding on about 28 hours notice.
Of course with Bert being ill and just about ready to move into palliative care, I shed a lot of tears but we had a wonderful time. So while we didn’t make it to the gay pride parade (we were frantically looking for gifts and getting reading for the wedding), we were at marriage for two dear friends.
As I mentioned, today was the gay pride parade today in Saskatoon. I don’t always understand the nuances of politics like Jordon does but I do appreciate the stand that 8 of Saskatoon’s city councillors took when they took out this ad and marched in the parade. As we were leaving, we ran into one of the grooms downstairs and he was just saying that a guy who was there was so homophobic that he couldn’t even listen to the story of Bert and Don’s marriage. Homophobia is alive and well in Saskatoon.
Later this morning Mark and Oliver get along really well with Bert and Don so we are taking the boys to visit Bert in St. Paul’s Hospital later this morning where we are told to sneak in cold Coca-Cola into Bert. Since Coke is the only thing he can consume, we took him up a small cooler to keep it cold in. The nurses can get him ice which m
Before we leave to see Bert, we did have a chance to celebrate Father’s Day with Jordon.
Jordon is a great father to the boys. He has also taught me a lot about being a better parent. He is pretty much impossible to manipulate, understands the boys really well, and can be fun when he needs to be and firm when it is called for as well. The boys are lucky to have Jordon as their dad. If you ask Jordon, he says that he is lucky to have two great kids.
For Father’s Day the boys got him a reciprocating saw. We want to do some projects with the wood from pallets and to take them apart, you need a good saw. This could also be a gift for me as I am the one that wants to do some stuff with pallet wood so we all win at this. Well I win. The more I think about it, I think Jordon could end up losing. Sorry about that babe.
We all pitched in an got him a pair of Bose AE2 around the ear headphones with my, err, our AirMiles. Jordon loves his Bose in the ear headphones and the sound on the AE2 are even better. Even if I wanted these to be for me I don’t think I could pry them off his head or out of his hands.
From me, I bought him a dual sided barbecue grill topper with a griddle on one side and a flat surface on the other. According to the barbecue cookbooks, they are ideal for doing hamburgers on and I am really curious what it is like to grill on.
The dog got him a Hydro Power razor and some Snow Power cologne from Swiss Army. Yes that cologne bottle is reinforced and has a carabiner on it so if he goes mountain climbing, he will be able to take it with him.
Maggi was concerned that wasn’t gift enough so she got into the garbage and spread it through the house. Nothing says, “Happy Father’s Day” like garbage in the house. We are thinking of trading her in for a racoon. Of course Mark see’s the carnage the throws up all over the place. Nothing says Father’s Day to Jordon like having to clean up his son’s vomit.
Of course Jordon goes “bad dog” and immediately Maggi climbs up on his lap (her admission of guilt) until he pets her or says, “It’s all right”. Last night that was a little slow coming so we had a dog underfoot for part of it.
It’s good to be together as a family. Tonight we are trying to make a spicy perogy pizza. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
I hope your Father’s Day is a good one.