Texting with Dad, episode 2

Hey, Daddy! Been a busy week, so I'm late getting back to you. This week I've mentored a parkway high school student interested in photography, shot a corporate calendar on a firefighter theme, coached a new vocal student who doesn't realize he doesn't need me, hired two contract photographers for my firm, worked with trusted colleagues to develop a new department for community building at our coworking space, shot a fashion preview, made a contact for a Bed & Breakfast trade in beautiful Natchitoches, and shot some promos for an upcoming theatre production. It was, for the most part, a good week. I know Mom and Sarah are having fun preparing for Tiny's arrival. I remember those times waiting for Jackson to come to us. Precious memories that certainly linger.

How's the little pickup coming along? Have you named it yet. Seems like we give everything we love a special name. Have you done that yet?

You said you were listening to me sing. Was it online? What was I singing?

Old cars DO have lots of options! LOL I've been thinking about old cars a lot lately. I love to tell the story of how I learned to drive. I will never forget the Saturday you hollered up the stairs to tell me it was time to go for our driving lesson. I was instantly flu-like. Sick as a dog from fear. I wasn't gonna be driving some sedan with a heavy gas pedal. We were taking the cutlass

supreme, which as you well know boasts that big, beautiful 455 rocket engine. I was terrified. Now, nothing satisfies quite like that full-throttle on an open road. I'm lucky to have experienced it, and miss it a lot these days. Maybe next time I'm home, we can take that 442 for a spin. I'm itching to hear that big block purr.

Today, I have a little modest wedding to shoot in south Shreveport and a cabaret show to support in central Bossier. Right now, I'm thinking about you and Momma and my first home, which will always be there, with you. Miss you, Dad. Love you more.

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Texting with Dad

Good morning, Daddy. I am at my office now. It's 8:56a CST and I've already crawled on top of a building and taken some pictures for the city of the downtown skyline. In a few minutes I'll be taking headshots of a couple new guys at a firm that uses me for their photography needs. Then I will have an uninterrupted day to work and complete tasks until about 3pm. That's when I got mee Jackson at the school bus, which he rides to and from school this year. You should know that all three of us want to come home for Christmas and Jackson asks me weekly when we will go to "Mimi's House," as he calls it. Sorry. Dad, that house belongs to her in my son's eyes! HAHAHA Our biggest concern is Charlie getting time off.

Regarding your hand, opening and closing is easy. You want to make sure you got some torque in the hand, so you can squeeze, lift heavy things without losing your grip, and do meticulous hand work without the hand tiring out too quickly. These are the aims of physical therapy. I strongly recommend you reconsider. And that's all I'll say about that.

I often daydream about driving my mustang, which I loved to do, but my favorite drives are in the real muscle cars like the 442. There's just something about full throttle in a 455. I miss it. I truly do.

As far as we know, none of Charlie's people have been affected with the flooding in CO. It's interesting to me how little attention it's being given locally. I hardly hear about it except through the internet, facebook and so forth. Those poor people...

Miss Scout, Louie's mama, stays real tight to me. I love it because I love her. She's a Luke 15 kitty cat--lost but found. The most precious of all. I see why God has such a tender heart toward the one's that almost got away.

I love you, Daddy.

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