Dad is still not. For now.
Dad is still not. For now.
The following is a list of unusual requests that I might have to make from some of my friends when I get home:
“Excuse me, but can I hide under your furniture? I think the Responsibilities may have found me.”
“Please take me somewhere now where I do not have to think.”
“In reagards to myself, could you please lower your expectations several notches?”
“I just want to do something normal, and not talk about It.”
“Please stop trying to cheer me up; if you ignore my Grump, it’ll go away.”
I promise I won’t stay like this forever. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.
I guess I’ve sort of abandoned this blog. The reason is mostly that my life is pretty boring right now, and I don’t have anything to write about. I’m still at my parents’ house, and have been for over three weeks. My dad went into the hospital for surgery to remove his tumor almost two weeks ago, and he’s not recovering very well. They’re going to be transferring him from one hospital to another where there’s a rehab clinic. Hopefully they’ll be able to get him up and he’ll get his strength back.
So basically, I get up every day, and I log on to my work laptop and the VPN, and I work as if I’m in the office. Then at noon, I take my mom over to the hospital, and hang out for ten or fifteen minutes before leaving her there. Then I come home, and do more work until about 5:30 when I go back to the hospital. I don’t really hang out there very long, because mostly my dad is just sleeping a lot.
In the evenings I have dinner with Mom, and then we retire to separate corners of the house to relax. I’ve been reading a lot. I’ve read six books since I’ve been here. I’m halfway through the sixth of the seven Harry Potter books.
So, there’s just nothing all that exciting going on in Whoville. Or rather the things I have to get excited about mostly have to do with my dad’s digestive track, and I assume no one wants to read about that.
I’ve been at my parents’ house for a week now. My dad is going to be having his tumor removed on Friday. Since he’ll be in the hospital for at least a week, and my mom does not drive, I’m here to help out. My company has graciously allowed me to work remotely while I am staying with my parents, which is very cool. I’m not burning through PTO while I’m here.
So what am I up to? Well so far I’ve just been working, driving my folks around, and reading. Reading the tail end of the Chronicles of Narnia and starting the Harry Potter series. I’ve also seen more than my fair share of ESPN’s various programs and many episodes of MASH. What can I say, but it’s what Dad likes.
It’s pretty odd being here, at the folks’ place, as I’ve never lived here. This is my parents’ retirement home in Washington. They moved in about three years ago. I’ve visited quite a few times, but it had been over a year since I had been here last. So, while it’s my parents’ home, and I’ll always be welcome and free to make myself at home, it’s not my home. I don’t know where things belong in the house, and I don’t know my way around the neighborhood very well.
So, I don’t know whether it’s the stress of the situation, the strange surroundings, or my reading material of late, but I’ve been having some very strange dreams. Dreams about just about everything and everyone. The happy couple redoing their wedding, because they decided they wanted a much more formal affair. My house being home invaded while only myself and one roommate were home, and the robbery being done by a girl I went to Junior High with. My teenage self being told by my parents that they were expecting another baby. A friend’s bed being full of random strangers, one of whom was very angry with me for being better liked than her. And finally last night, Nova doing everything in his power to try to keep me from going to sleep, even though I was really exhausted.
So, I wonder what I’ll be dreaming tonight. But before I get to bed, I’ve got to find out what’s going to happen to Harry Potter next. My guess is that there’s going to be some stressful scenario where he could either die or be expelled from Hogwarts. I mean, as far as I can tell, that’s the whole plot of the entire series. Of course, I’m only on the second book. I’m not too fond of these constant traumas, though. Why doesn’t that idiot just go tell Dumbledore? Geesh.
OK, yes, I am a nerd.