With Gusto

Someplace Called Mayor's Income, Tennessee

Father had a mild heart-attack yesterday. Everything is fine, though he looks pretty rough. Hits close to home. Heart problems on the paternal side, Alzheimer's on the maternal. Looks like I should live a life of taking it easy over hours and hours of memory games -- I loathe memory games, but I oughta suck it up and be a man.

J. and I went north to camp with her brother's family and friends. Good times. Went mini-golfing, had some beers, walked along the beach, almost peed my pants trying to get out of the tent in the middle of the night. Played the guitar, drummed a little bit. We were in Rathtrevor park, which I thought I had never been in, but turns out I camped there when I was five, still living in Alberta. Even possibly had a birthday party there.