Survived

Well, Dad is driving away as I type this.

It's funny how much I dread these visits, and then they turn out to not be such a big deal. Truthfully, at this point he is so limited (he wears hearing aids in both ears and STILL can't hear, can barely walk, is insulin dependant, and takes a handful of pills multiple times a day) that he can't be as offensive as he used to be. And since he can barely function, it's easy to either talk to fast so he can't understand, or just walk into another room, since he won't follow you.

What cracks me up is all the things that he used to make fun of people for - he now does. He was always so intolerant and inpatient with 'older' people - and now he is TOTALLY one of those. The things that makes Aaron laugh is that he is always harping on 'manners' but basically has NONE of his own. Talks with his mouth full of food, orders dinner first (not waiting for the 'ladies' to order first), and is constantly interrupting every conversation.

Plus - now that I am married - he directs much of his advice to my poor, unsuspecting husband. I slept in until 8:30 on Saturday morning, and Aaron was left with my father downstairs from 6 AM until then... and I still haven't gotten the full rundown - but apparently we should add solar panels to the house (yes - we'll do that with our millions), be sure to take our kids to church each Sunday (which he never did with me - it was my mother who took me to church each Sunday), and vote for McCain (because Obama's too young).

Anyway - I survived, actually had many pleasant conversations with my stepmother, and now will spend some time this morning knitting. Then, this afternoon, I'm planning on going apple picking with my friends.