February in Sydney is a mixed bag of weather. It can be gorgeous and warm... but the minute there is a hint of rain in the air, the weather turns muggy. Wednesday started out as a perfect beach day. When I dropped by to see dad, the wind had picked up a bit. (Later on, the humidity I kicked in and the storm hit.)
I love that dad's location is close to home, the beaches and the shops. It makes it easy to pop by for a hello and a kiss. I won't lie and not say I have not been having several major pity parties for both him and myself. In life, you just have to alter your course just a touch, to appreciate what you do have. I appreciate that I can stop by to see dad, and we can sit on the balcony; study the trees and listen to the birds.
I left dad snoozing in his chair on Wednesday. I had moved his chair so that it overlooked the back courtyard. A breeze was blowing through the open door and some jazz music was playing in the background. I thought to myself, 'That actually looks pretty good.'
