Secretary

At their engagement party in 1969

This morning as I came downstairs, my father was about to leave to go to work. He may soon be hitting 75, but he is still really active. There was something he wanted to ask me though: could I make an invitation.

You see, it is nearly fifty years ago that my parents said I do to each other and they still hadn't gotten the invitations to a party sorted. They would have done it sooner, but illness and subsequent passing away of a family member, kept them from it. 

So, I got going. What to do though? In the end I made three versions. And they got to pick one. The one which was most like their original wedding invitation, albeit with photos this time around. 

When that was done, I rang a friend, but before long the landline rang: the dentist. Where was my Dad? Not five minutes later (while still on the phone with the friend), the phone rang again: my uncle: where was my Dad? And you guessed it: only several minutes later, somebody else called looking for my Dad.

But, the cards are on their way to be printed now, my Dad has been located again (sitting right next to me at time of typing) and he can answer the phone again from now on...