saving ankles

So up until now, I haven't really mentioned my father at all in this blog. That's because he and I never talk. It's not really a big deal, we get along (sort of), we just don't gab on the phone daily the way my mother and I do. But this morning at 7:20 am, out of nowhere, he calls me from Vancouver, where my family is vacationing. He's been out jogging, he says, and just called to say hi because the view was so breathtaking. Make sure you're careful not to twist your ankles when you run. Okay, that's all, bye, he says, and hangs up.

It's very rare for my dad to do something affectionate, so I thought I'd write it here.