Harper’s Other Dad and I often eat out on Friday evenings. We don’t usually go for anything you’d call ‘fine dining’; just one of a few regular haunts. We both take something to read but rarely get around to reading. The conversation can be lively. I suspect the extra glass of wine or cocktail usually associated with Friday evenings is a contributing factor.
This evening, while driving home from Pita Jungle, the conversation turned to three characters connected only by the sound of their names and the influence they’ve had, and continue to have, on the lives of both of Harper’s Dads. Technically, two are fictional and one is not; though I could make a strong case for considering all three fictional.
One, I know very well; a dear old friend to whom I’ve turned in times of need for many years. I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t in my life and do not want to imagine a future without her.
The second is a casual acquaintance who captured my imagination as a youth and inspired me, in a manner of speaking, as an adult. While not a close friend, I imagine this is someone I will revisit from time to time.
The third is someone of whom I am only vaguely aware but find it increasing difficult to ignore. I have no idea how my future may be shaped by her influence. I try not to think about it.
Googie Gomez, Natty Bumppo, and Honey Boo-boo. I told you it was the wine and cocktails.
At the same time, I can’t think of a better way to start the weekend with a smile on my face. Even in my darkest hours she has always been there for me.