As I was leaving, I see My Father putting his shoes on. Where's he going? A doctor's appointment, I would learn later. He didn't tell me this anytime it would have been useful to me; guess I know from whom I get my propensity to keep secrets. Anyway, it looked as though he planned on using the minivan. Mother was up at the time and tried to ask him if he should use the car instead, which led to him just bolting out the door, which led to her telling me to tell him if I wanted to use the van instead, which led to me kind of yelling at her that that's exactly what I was fucking doing.
I stopped Father in time to look into the van. It was clean; I didn't remember, but apparently on Saturday night, I did take time after I came back from the Game I was watching to put all my stuff back into my car. (Remember, all that stuff about planning on using the minivan all week wasn't a thought in my head until Sunday, when my sister said that she was taking the car tomorrow/Wednesday to meet her friend for dinner.) Meanwhile, My Father got into the minivan and peeled off to the doctor's like he just robbed a bank; I don't remember the last time he took off for anywhere that fast.
So, I used my car yesterday/Monday. And it turns out I will be using it tomorrow/Wednesday, as well. My sister told me that the dinner her friend wants to set up changed from tomorrow/Wednesday to today/Tuesday. Also, Father has another doctor's appointment then. So that means that after I come back from work tonight/Tuesday night I'll have to move all my stuff from the minivan into my car (I have already put all the stuff I'll need for work today/Tuesday in the minivan). And then after work tomorrow/Wednesday, I'll have to move all my stuff from my car into the minivan, which I will use to get to work Thursday and Friday.
Man, life will be so much simpler once everybody leaves.
No comments:
Post a Comment