Sunday, January 18, 2009

Overdue Update

A HUGE thank you to everyone who sent good wishes, thoughts and prayers for my dad! I swear, anyone who says you can't have real connections with people on the internet is fucking stupid and OBVIOUSLY doesn't know you guys! Seriously, from the tips of my tiny toes to the depth of my heart, thank you so much for caring!

My dad is doing very well. He's been convalescing at my aunt and uncle's house and how he hasn't killed them and they haven't killed him is a mystery to me. They are nice people and apparently very patient, but I don't enjoy being in their presence. They are extremely loud. Like LOUD. Loud talkers, loud eaters, loud walkers, they're probably loud sleepers. Anyway, they're just loud all the time. They don't so much talk with you, they talk AT you. Incessantly. It doesn't stop. They are not fans of sitting in silence watching TV or reading. Nope. Always has to be some sort of running commentary. My dad lives alone. He's not used to lots of chatter. How he's coping with this, I don't know. I guess he has to.

He's recovering nicely from the heart attack and the surgery, but he's crankier than hell every time I talk to him. I don't generally have extended conversations with my dad anyway, because he tends to get irritated after a short time, so talking to him about his days filled with nothingness is very...umm...challenging. He doesn't give a crap about my day, so I don't talk about it and his days are all filled with the same thing day in and day out, so he doesn't want to talk about it. You can see the conundrum. So, what are we supposed to talk about? You can only discuss the weather and news headlines so much. I don't follow sports, so that rules out another topic. He doesn't watch any of the shows I watch, so scratch that. He's never been on the internet and doesn't understand blogging or Facebook or any of the other time wasters in my life. I don't have kids, so I can't tell him stories about what Little Lainey did today. And my love life is purty much non-existent, so I can't ask him for advice about why men are morons - (we used to discuss that a LOT when I was with Michael. If he gave me nothing else, he gave me shit to talk to my dad about for 4 years. So, hey thanks for that, Michael.)

He'll be home in a week or two and it will become my job to check on him every day. Bring him stuff from the store and take him places. I'm fine with that. That's easy. But, what the hell are we going to talk about?? I'm sure these (non)conversations will lead to more frequent blog posts. Aren't you lucky!?


Jeremy Feist said...

Well, I'm glad to hear that your dad healed up nicely after something like that! Although good luck finding something to talk about. If nothing else, I'm sure the stupidity of some of your co-workers ought to provide some, huh?

meaux said...

Oh man, I sympathize with the loud relatives issue. Mom's side of the family is chock-full of touchy-feely, huggy people. Kind-hearted as they are, I always felt a little awkward and out of place around them.

Hmm, is your dad a reader? Any overlap in your literary tastes? My dad and I don't tend to have a whole lot to talk about other than books and going over the hard parts in the Times crossword puzzle every Sunday. Other than that, I have no sage advice to offer. Good luck, and I'm glad to hear he's getting home soon!

Lainey said...

Jeremy, good point. My co-workers could probably provide a lot of conversational options.

Meaux, they're touchy-feely AND they're mouth kissers. MOUTH KISSERS! Who does that? Other than your significant other or small child? Ewww.

Maybe he would like crossword puzzles. That's a good idea. I can pick up a book for him and when he's home, he can work on them and I could maybe help when I visit. Thanks for the suggestion!