Improbable Father's Day. Faja's Day. Normally, maybe more self indulgent. Now, more family indulgent. We all slept out last nite in the meadow we call home. Shenna in the grass, and Q and I in the 28 year old tent that I slept in for 54 days in a row back in '84 (yes - that would be 8-4 kids, back before suspension, toe-clips or ipods) while I traversed the country on my two-wheeled bicycle, the beginning of the addiction, as it were. Had to explain (or 'splain - as he says) that I dreamt of him, in this place. In that small shelter that I hauled some 3,400 miles while I was trying to figure out what the fuck I might be on earth for (still searching - all good). We slept out, we made MAD progress on the Chicken Shack, which is great 'cuz they are growing so fast it's scary and the highlight of the day - yes - the pinnacle of Dad's Day 2012 - was a 3 hour nap, in the cold, cool confines of Quinn's room. We crashed hard after lunch and next thing I know it's almost 5pm. We have an unwritten rule for the last 6 years, that if we nap, I am not allowed to leave until he wakes up. So I read my 'dumb meditation book (thank you - miss kim) and felt myself grounding into the moment, and not worrying about 'missing' a ride, and just chilling the fuck out. Even as we prepare mentally and physically for The Vapor, the stillness is becoming a more and more important part of life.