Dear old Dad

My dad was back to his usual self yesterday. He put new brakes on my car and got my right rear tire repaired.

I thought his taking-care-of-me days were over this summer when I needed new tires and he made me go by myself to buy them. And when it was time for me to move, I had to practically beg him to tag along.

When I knew I needed new brakes, I just asked where I should take my car. I expected him to name some repair chain, but instead he said, "Bring it over here." He said that he could replace the brakes easily. I helped by handing him tools and such. He asked me to water the flowers and shrubs. Then we rode around afterwards to test them and to go to the tire repair shop. I asked him to stop at an ATM so I could get cash for the repair, but he said he'd take care of it. Last, we drove to the car wash, but it was too crowded and we decided not to wait.

It was a nice day.