All walks of life

With this beautiful morning.. I thought of my father. Although I didn't know him very well, you see he was a very quiet around us. When something bothered him, his lips tightened but never said a word. During his happy moments were very apparent, and I can still hear him laughing, or making those verbal noises when he caught you being a mischief. Maybe that's why I like being a mischief, it use to make my father laugh.

I miss him, and now I am at the verge of crying.

HE went to bed with the sun, and up way before the sun so he or we could bless the morning together. He use to wake me up at 4:00 am every morning to play cards and have a cup of coffee. To some people, that's totally whack, to me it's was time well spent. We played and he told stories while my mom got breakfast going. We didn't eat typical whiteman breakfast. She would make tortilla in the open firewood stove, mutton and vegetables. Then we all parted with our chores, in my case.. school.

I don't feel like my father has passed. I always think he is at the camp in the mountains in Arizona or at the farm in Shiprock.. or somewhere in Colorado. When I go home, to me he isn't home at the time but he will eventually someday.

This was just a childhood memory.

I dunno why.. but the other person.. has absolutely nothing to do with me. I even dispised him.. he was something else and just seeing him use to make my neck all cringy. One day, since I was one of the top employees I was told to train him.. he came over and I swear I chased him off. I could NOT stand him for anything. Eventually, I put aside all my meanie business and bit my tongue (literally) and started.. He goofed around and was the most annoying creature there was.. I got after him, and some more.. but something finally got him to behave enough to learn that week, and the following week. We became friends. He was so strangely funny, and to top it off he was gay and kinda looks like a young Mr. Bean. Now and days.. we email each other, he lives in Long Beach, CA. I kinda miss him.

I was just thinking about what kind of friends I have.. From phony arrogant stuck ups, to street bums. All walks of life. I wonder if everyone has that? I think hubby does.. I dunno.. We don't really talk about "Friends", only the mutuals.