Januray 15, 2011 My First Post

The Smoking Jacket.  It is my Dad's. It is a legend....at least in my own mind.  I had forgotten about this 'jacket'.  I have needed a new robe for months.  My pink Barefoot Dreams robe got washed with SOMETHING that made that robe almost colorless.  Maybe it was my life that had become 'colorless' - now that I am thinking about it.  I couldn't take the 'colorless' robe anymore so, one day, when I had 'had it', I donated it.  I leave my window coverings open, for the most part.  Walking naked works in the dark but not so good when the school bus is coming down the road and all the little one's are outside. 

I needed a new robe.  I have been thinking about buying a new robe for MONTHS.  You know?  You just don't want to have get out of bed (if you sleep naked) and put on PJs or wrap yourself in a towel (which I have done) to let the dog out! Robes are very convenient.  Robes can easily cover you.....cover your vulnerabilities.  Easy to put on.  Easy to take off.  I needed a new robe. 

I need a new Robe... Joseph had a robe of many colors,  if you know that story.  The Emperor had a new clothes....Do you think he got a new robe?  Things worked out for those two, didn't it?

1/15/2011, 6:50 MT:  My Dad just rang me by accident.  It is 7:00 am where he lives.  He is not well.  I called him back.  He is getting up to go to breakfast.  It was a sign.  This is his Smoking Jacket.  The sign that I am writing, finally, what I have wanted to write about for a long time.  My Father, he is, unequivocally, my hero.  The ABSOLUTE most gentle, loving, caring, responsible man I have ever known.  He is truly about 'unconditional love'.  And I am wearing his 'smoking jacket' as my new robe.  By the way, when I was a little girl, he had this eyebrow thing.  He raised it....I got in-line....all was good......lol.

Come share this journey with me.  I am re-defining the history of this smoking jacket.