My dad is an avid hiker, a true outdoorsman, and a rugged athlete. I am not. I am creative. “Artistic,” you might say. But definitely not an athlete, and there is nothing rugged about me, not even my attitude. So, as a kid, I learned to get my bum out of bed early and trek through the woods with him or else I’d have a long Sunday at home, all alone. While the idea of coloring seemed much more fun, I was not a good sales girl, so off we’d go to the mountains.
Thankfully, over the years we have both developed a love for the theater, especially circus arts, musicals, and plays. He is retired now and has the good sense to indulge in such pleasant modes of entertainment on a regular basis. He also has Debra, his Love who accompanies him, but from time to time she can’t make it. And these are the magical evenings when dad takes me on a date.
Typically, the call comes out of the blue. This was the case recently as I was in the middle of a busy day contacting radio guests and publicists. I answered the phone and heard my dad’s voice, “Oh, Debby-Do, How are you?” (Such nicknames made me cringe as a kid, and now I beam!) He continued, “I’ve got two tickets for a great show. Would you like to….?” I didn’t let him finish. “Yes! I’m free! I’m not doing anything.”
I was elated. A date with dad! And he is no Scrooge when it comes to a fancy dessert to top off the night.
Of course, the best part is that I get him all to myself–I get to feel special–but finally we have a way to meet up without a full day of blazing sun, hoofing over boulders, and keeping an eye out for Bigfoot. Instead, I get to dress up, gawk at the artists, share a fudge sundae with my dad, and eat the cherry on top.
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