My dad’s 73 and I still can’t believe it. I love it but I hate it. when I’m 25 he’ll be 81. he’s a huge work-a-holic and won’t stop. he refuses to retire. I think he also want’s to be a good father figure and act as if he can handle all of this work. but he’s been getting sick every 2 weeks for the past 2 years. every time I talk to him he’s always saying “I’ve caught quite a bug.” it sucks. I’ve heard that SO MUCH and I end up saying the same thing over and over. also, he talked to my mom about how he definitely can’t leave Vegas because he needs to be close to his heart doctor just in case..

I really hope he just simmers down soon. takes the retirement and rests. does what HE wants. I worry about him constantly. I know he secretly really wants me in Vegas for my senior year. I only say secretly because he suggested it to my mom that I should but then he gives me the choice to go there or stay here. I feel terrible for wanting to be here more. but if it wasn’t my senior year I would no doubt totally stay with him in Vegas. I love that man so much. he can’t stay anywhere cold because he has really bad arthritis. him and the cold just don’t mix. which sucks because he loves Alaska. all his friends are here, family and he has no one in Vegas but my cousins that rarely get to see him. gah. this man raised me. I am who I am today because of him. not entirely but for the most part. and my mom wasn’t ever there, but he was. so he’s my big father ocean. 

I tried to get him to go on a road trip with me from Vegas to Alaska this summer. my mom tried also. he was up for it, but then time always changes his mind. the more time we have  to plane the more less interested he gets. BUT I will take this man on a daring adventure. I will! I’m sure of it. and this summer I’m gonna bring up my guitar and start a band. hopefully.