Beautiful quiet morning here in the Arizona desert where I am as I’m writing this, visiting my dad . . . it’s still dark, frogs are croaking on the golf course across from my dad’s house. I’m all set up with my computer in his kitchen, drinking the Earl Grey tea he put in the cupboard ‘specially for his first child so she would have all the comforts of home. ♥ Here we are, in this photo below, last night after dinner at Nic’s, me, my dad and his darling, wonderful wife, Jeannie. It’s a fuzzy photo Joe took with my iPhone, but we’re all there together, on a gorgeous starry night in the old town of Cottonwood, in the high Arizona desert.
We brought Dad his belated birthday present, an iPad, which we’ve been practicing up on while on this trip, trying to learn it ourselves, so we could “teach” him.
This is the blind leading the blind. But together, we ended up seeing the light. What a fun little machine this is! First stop my dad made, was to Youtube, to hear Johnny Cash singing I Walk the Line.
My dad’s fingers are big and wide and hitting the keys just right on the iPad looks like it might be an art! Something learnable and doable with practice, but at first, not so easy.
My dad’s name is John Patrick Stewart, Jr. But most people call him Jack. His fingers are wide, but his hands are square and strong and beautiful to me. These are two of the hands that raised me. I like to put mine in his still, to this day, all warm and pure comfort in there. When we hold hands, I feel six-years-old again and I don’t want to let go. They are the hands that made my childhood safe and secure; they’re the ones that tied the tent on the roof of the car so there’d be room inside for his eight children when we went camping to the High Sierras every summer; they planted the plum tree in our backyard, and built the playhouse for my sisters; they dug the hole for the swimming pool, and held us while we learned how to swim. Strong enough to fix anything, soft enough for putting babies down for naps. ♥
He sends me his favorite recipes, written in his own handwriting. His strong and creative hands helped to build the house that is my life. ♥ His sense of humor is the furniture! You’ll get to see some of that because he’s now commenting on the blog and making everyone laugh!
Here he is with his dog Daisy, feeling the morning sun. We leave here today, back on the train overnight to California, with more memories. I wish we could stay. But you know, life moves on, I can’t move back in. Just one more hand-holding will have to do for now. ♥ I love my Daddy; I dedicated my Book of Days to him.