In That Case

My dad turned 74 to-day. I clean up after him as if he was seven years old. I resent him for that (and for the fact that to-morrow he will shout at me for throwing away last week's papers to-day).

I do feel a bit guilty that it took me till this afternoon to remember that to-day is his birthday. Then again, I don't remember him recalling mine for at least a few years. When I spend a moment thinking about it, I don't feel bad. What point is there to it? To feeling bad, to his birthday, to my notice of either.

Since I've changed the title of this blog it has become one about him, or about our relationship. I don't like that. I guess, however, that is the most striking part of my life right now.

In that case, happy birthday, daddy.