The thought of sailing days on end makes me queasy–which is why it’s my dad’s dream, and not mine.
Yes, he dreams of laid back adventures, cutting his way through waters of deep. One of these days . . .
In the meantime, he’s working like a madman.
Perhaps I should get him these lovely utensils for father’s day . . .
That way, should he find time to sit down to a proper meal, he can remember what he’s working towards . . . and those who love him, from the shore!
Those are some pretty chic eating utensils right there. My dad would probably not even notice – he'd be so focused on eating with them
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Yes, well, I'm pretty sure my dad would be the same. But it is a lovely thought, non?! 🙂
Oh, I hope you do get them for him. What a perfect gift.
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In a perfect world they would be perfect; alas, like Rooth said, in reality, he'd probably be too busy eating to care about what his utensils say! 🙂