So for the last I don’t know five years I’ve seen the same man sitting alone in the Tim Hortons down the street from me, late at night. He always has his newspaper and I barely see him sip his coffee. We both know where watching eachother from our unkown eyes,while we both sit there alone. And in a way it’s always been nice, having him there. And sometimes I like to believe he thinks the same.
Except tonight was different. He was with three other men, laughing and having a great time. I was a bit unsettling but fascinating to watch.
Maybe he wasn’t even having a good time. Maybe he was just nervously laughing and smiling, and wishing they’d go away so he could sip his coffee and read his paper alone.
Tomorrow morning I’m going sugaring off with Opa,Mel & Dad. (I wonder if Carole’s joining us).
Must remember to charge camera. I can’t wait to see Dad and Him together. I’m going to develope that picture(of dad and opa at long table) with Leen in her film studies class, and give it to Opa. He loves photo’s. Last time we sat there for hours looking through his albums.
He loves dad, but dad doesn’t know how much.