1. Why is it that my folks are stone deaf unless it’s convenient that they’re not? They argued loudly in the doctor’s waiting room this morning about the cost of their prescriptions, the Medicare donut hole policy, the stupidity of Republicans, why are there so many obese people, etc. – was I mortified? Yes. Was everyone else amused? Mostly – not the fat people. My mother’s eye is doing great, by the way. Her social skills are still terrible.
2. Why was there a pile of hamburger buns on the living room floor, and in the middle of it, a bound copy of my Master’s thesis from 1984? A connection between the two, I cannot fathom. Then again, my topic was adolescent decision-making skills and my parents are rapidly regressing to children.
3. Why are there so many metal chairs in the backyard? I arranged for a guy with a truck to come tomorrow morning to take away the rusting yard furniture, most of it more than 25 years old and broken. This of course started a nasty argument in the parking lot of Costco over what was junk and what was “salvageable with a little paint.” Then they used the bathroom in the Tire Store, leading to my father bemoaning that he no longer had a car and missed the smell of rubber. Yes, I felt guilty about the removal of his driver’s license, and no, I did not confess my role. See picture of Dad nodding off by the Costco watermelons, waiting for his Rx to be filled.
4. Why do they need to take home the half-eaten bread, the pats of butter, and all the unused napkins when we go to a restaurant? That depression-era mentality is amazing. The new items are going to fill up the spaces I created last night as I attempted to dig through the mess – it’s sad that my impact is so short-lived.
5. Why are there no wireless connections in this town unless I go to a bar? The neighbor clued me in to a new pub – which actually serves great Buffalo chicken wings. That cheered me up. I’m now going to swim laps in the local YMCA pool – it’s 90 degrees out, I’m greasy, and I’m avoiding going back to their house until the cover of darkness when I can clean again.
Just came back to more screaming – it was intolerable – so I left to go to the local drive-in theatre for some nostalgia and fantasy. Last time I saw a drive-in movie I was 10!
2. Why was there a pile of hamburger buns on the living room floor, and in the middle of it, a bound copy of my Master’s thesis from 1984? A connection between the two, I cannot fathom. Then again, my topic was adolescent decision-making skills and my parents are rapidly regressing to children.
3. Why are there so many metal chairs in the backyard? I arranged for a guy with a truck to come tomorrow morning to take away the rusting yard furniture, most of it more than 25 years old and broken. This of course started a nasty argument in the parking lot of Costco over what was junk and what was “salvageable with a little paint.” Then they used the bathroom in the Tire Store, leading to my father bemoaning that he no longer had a car and missed the smell of rubber. Yes, I felt guilty about the removal of his driver’s license, and no, I did not confess my role. See picture of Dad nodding off by the Costco watermelons, waiting for his Rx to be filled.
4. Why do they need to take home the half-eaten bread, the pats of butter, and all the unused napkins when we go to a restaurant? That depression-era mentality is amazing. The new items are going to fill up the spaces I created last night as I attempted to dig through the mess – it’s sad that my impact is so short-lived.
5. Why are there no wireless connections in this town unless I go to a bar? The neighbor clued me in to a new pub – which actually serves great Buffalo chicken wings. That cheered me up. I’m now going to swim laps in the local YMCA pool – it’s 90 degrees out, I’m greasy, and I’m avoiding going back to their house until the cover of darkness when I can clean again.
Just came back to more screaming – it was intolerable – so I left to go to the local drive-in theatre for some nostalgia and fantasy. Last time I saw a drive-in movie I was 10!
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