So that leaves Father and me this weekend. That will be strange as all get out. I really think that without Mother as a buffer, he will feel free to lecture me around the dinner table about cleaning my room and going back to school. It's been a while since he hectored me about that, but anticipating the worst this weekend, I might react to it, uh, not well, let's just say.
I wanted to take the heat off leading into this weekend by doing things that make it look as though I am being a productive member of this household. Namely, I had intentions this week of cleaning up my room. But instead, I had a movie I wanted to go to Monday (I told my folks I was going to work out), on Tuesday I had to visit my alumni bar downtown, and Wednesday and last/Thursday night I just fell asleep after dinner. And I had plans on exercising for real at least one of those days. So, those best laid plans are ruined, and I have invited My Father to call me on the carpet for doing nothing around the house.
And yet, beyond all that, I am now worried about Father's health. There is nothing telling me he is sick or going to hurt himself. But I have never worried about him because he is never alone. Seriously, I cannot remember my parents being apart for more than a weekend, such as this weekend. But I go to work today, and tomorrow/Saturday I have that Game-watching event, and then I plan on working on my receipts while hanging out at a coffeeshop after that Game. Meanwhile, he will be all alone, and while I am worried about his old age, I am also kind of scared he'll get bored out of his mind. Then again, like I alluded to above, I don't know if I can stand being alone with him, either.
Mother comes back Sunday. I hope it's closer to the morning than the evening. But she doesn't even know the city the hotel she's staying in is located. I will hope Father remains in good spirits while she is gone. I will also hope I don't kill him.
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