I haven't been writing. Or reading. Or commenting (mostly). Why? Because my father is driving me abso-frickin-lutely crazy.
So my late mother's brother (whom none of us knew very well) passed away last week. Sad, but he was almost 80 and had great-grandchildren. The man had lived. In any case, my dad (who's 60-ish with a bum ticker) has suddenly started to feel his own mortality (the fact that he's an alcoholic who chain smoked for - no kidding - 50 years, who's already had two quadruple-bypass surgeries is neither here nor there. Did I mention his favorite meal is fried eggs and pork rinds?)
So now I'm expected to drop everything and do all the stuff I asked him to do back in 1996 when Mom died unexpectedly. You know, Power of Attorney, will actually being filed, transfer of property. Now, lest you think that I am coercing a feeble man into giving me control of his "earthly assets" - he ain't got none (allow me to go Okie for a moment.) He has a pick-up and a fairly nice house (or it was in 1980, anyway) near beautiful Lake Eufaula. But the house is my brother's. Period. He stayed down country and took care of both of our parents while I escaped to "The City" and had a life, so the house is his. I don't want anything.
But I would have liked to have taken care of this at some point in the last 10 years, not *right now*. The fact that my brother and I have lives and jobs is inconsequential to my dad. Who's also sighing deeply into my ear and telling me to cherish my health. I don't mean to sound callous. I love my dad, drunken, misogynistic, prejudiced bastard that he is. I would just have a lot more sympathy if he hadn't spent my childhood drinking, smoking and pork rinding himself into this condition and then expecting *me* to feel guilty about it, because he didn't have my "advantages." Pre-natal care can't fix everything, Pop.
Wow. That was a lot of whining. Anyway, he's sucking up my writing/reading/LJ'ing time.
Anyhoo. I miss Stoney. She emailed that she is mocha and everything worth eating is fried, which is both a blessing and a curse.
My vacation: It looks like Caza and I will be traveling the first week of August. We will actually be flying into Boston (area) and then driving down to DC, stopping in Connecticut (
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Entre, does that work for you? We'd probably stay the night in NY, so I'd need some suggestions from you there. (Also, the idea of driving in NY frightens me beyond the telling of it.)
More on this as plans become more formalized, but how does that time frame sound to those who would like to
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Once the dad stuff dies down, I'll go back to the LJ haunting, smut writing (at least occasionally) hair-bragging-about Sue you've allowed to grow on you.
And really, really late: Happy Birthday,
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Date: 2005-06-06 10:23 pm (UTC)From:Did you know I can't watch "The Daily Show" now without having naughty Jon RPS thoughts? All you
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