Dinner with Dad's

Sara and I took our fathers out to dinner last night. We would have done this on Father's Day, but that also happens to be my birthday and we will be doing a outing to learn some traditional climbing skills. I know -- selfish me.

Anyway, we had a very nice dinner and conversation. I learned something about myself during that dinner. My awkward connections to a conversation are not unique to me. My Dad does the same thing...Go figure. I think it is that we, my dad and I, try to relate our own experiences into a conversation. Now that doesn't seem out of the ordinary, but the way we do it makes other people pause and think -- "Where's he going with this comment?"

I noticed it when I was talking about a lead route I had set in the local climbing gym, and I was explaining that I wanted to force left handed clipping, and moving beyond the anchor before actually clipping the rope. Well, this lead to my dad bringing up handball. It took a moment before his comments came around to dexterity and the skills required to be a good player. Thus the connection -- dexterity of climbing and handball.

Yep, we are the products of our parents.