I hope that this Day to honor fathers is a good one for you. Someday I will do a post about my time as a youth and my relationship with my father. It wasn't abusive or mean or anything...just...very scandihoovian.Tomorrow is Diane's last really bad chemo session. She has others in future months but they are immunotherapy rather than partly poisonous and so although there will be side effects, they won't be the same, that is, as horrible. We won't know the real drill until after surgery which has been rescheduled for July 18.Baseball and classes are over for everyone and tomorrow is a workday for both of the kids. I am eager to see how that will go but will miss having them home to stay with Diane in weeks 1&2. "I don't need anyone here!" she would say. "Okay," I would say. We had three "dates" this last week. On Sunday we went to the PhotoWorks PhotoSlam in DC where my images were on the "slammed" side. Sigh. On Tuesday we went to Old Town, had pizza and wine, and swapped stories with a long time friend. Friday we went to Frederick, Maryland, where I found covered bridges and an awesome antiques store. This image is from that store.