Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
There are so many jobs I'd never want to do. I'd never want to be a dentist. Or a pilot. Or an EMT. Or a CPA. I'd never want to be the President. Or a banker. Or a doctor. Or a police officer. I'd never want to be a high school teacher. Or a childcare provider.
I am eternally grateful that there are people who want to do this stuff though. We need people to help heal us when we're broken and battered. We need people to help us make sense of tax forms. We need someone to arrest thieves. We need someone to take care of children. We need someone to pull bad teeth.
I've told my dad this a bunch of times. For most of my life he was a police officer. In the last decade he's transitioned to being a probation and parole officer.
The things he has seen and done for a living...I can't even really imagine. I've always been proud of his work--even when as a teenager I might have tried a little minor lawbreaking myself. It has caused me some worry over the years, too, but I've always been proud of his service to our community, state, society. Its not all about the "bad guys," but what he does to serve and protect the "good guys," too. I think people can be all too quick to forget about that part.
So, on that note I would like to wish my dad a very happy birthday. I'm so grateful for people like him.