Grandpa Hick

My dad came for a visit this weekend.

A visit from him is always interesting, because he built the addition on our house, and actually lived there part time for a year and a half. It makes you feel as if he's evaluating the way you maintain the house when he arrives. I was excited for his arrival because the basement is filled with his tools and supplies. There are also a number of unfinished jobs, and there is always the possibility he might get some of them done.

He didn't.

To be honest, that wasn't the purpose of the visit. His brother from Oregon was visiting, and we were all going to visit on Sunday. Grandpa Hick came on Saturday (not the most convenient day, since we were arriving home from vacation at the very same time!) and spent the afternoon.

Well, not all of the afternoon. I got called into work at 5:30 for an hour.

Since we had not seen him for Father's Day,we took him out to dinner at a local chain restaurant. It's a favorite of ours, but he had never been.

We had a good time. The portions are titanic, and they specialize in desserts. We sat and gorged ourselves, while Son and Daughter vied for his attention and a chance to impress him. I bide my time, because usually we spend time hanging out on the porch catching up after everyone goes to bed.

We didn't.

To be clear, it was me who begged off, since I was whipped from my trip. (Why do you come back tired from vacation?) I adjourned to the bedroom and crashed out until the morning, when I got up for work.

It wasn't the end of the visit, but the end of the part where we had Grandpa Hick exclusively our own. We joined up with visiting family soon after, but that's a blog for a different day.