pink poodle
私はイナゴです
Off for a ride this afternoon. Perfect weather. Feeling the need for it.
Shit start to the day though. One of my mates' fathers is a few days from death. Mate is taking it pretty hard and asked if I could go with him to visit his dad in palliative care. Of course I will. I've known the dad for something like 33 years. While not a particularly stressful thing for me; I knew my mate, his siblings, wife, and kids are all having a really hard time with it. The dad is in his 90s and in real bad shape but has always been incredibly strong and healthy, living independently (and still driving) until about 2 weeks ago. It was nice to have a chance to say thank you and farewell.
After the siblings, wife, and kids leave I get the whisky and crystal out...the dad just wants a little so I throw a spoonful in his glass and a serve each for the rest of us. He was content with fumes rather than drinking it whispering "this smells good" (it definitely did!). We sit around for a bit talking whisky. He is more of a bourbon drinker, but it turns out we don't like the same bourbons.
Fuck me! I am on the train to the ride...guess who forgot their riding shorts? Fuck me! I hate riding in long pants and it is a warm day here.