Supposed to play gin with my dad on Wednesday. I did this a few weeks ago and we actually had a good time. Don't know how to explain it, but playing gin with my dad is one of my few good memories as a kid (see the gym shorts story somewhere on this damn blog). Most of the time, I hid from the old man and when I didn't, I regretted it.
But the gin thing seems to work. Who knows, maybe if it becomes habit we can try to build a relationship. I don't want to say rebuild, because honestly, it was never really there in the first place. That doesn't mean it can't happen now. I have to remember that.
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