Sarah's parents arrived while we were still into he shower. Sarah's Mom seems happier than before, a little more relaxed than I remember seeing her. She just getting over being sick for quite a while. Kidney stones, and infections, and dehydration and a whole cornucopia of unwellness. SO maybe she's just on a "feeling better" high. -found out later that she was on Oxycodone the whole time... she could have at least shared.
There's a tension between her and Roger, Sarah's Dad. It's almost a visible line pulled tight between them.
I know that the past months have been hard for him. Very hard. The past year maybe even.
He lost his job when the factory closed. Wasn't able to find work, not for lack of trying, i'll attest to that. And ended up on disability. But medicare hasn't kicked in yet, and even when it does it's going to leave a lot left over.
And he's been told time and time again that he's not insurable.
Add to that the incompetent doctors that Margie has, and her utter -nearly religious- devotion to their folly.
I admire him imensely for staying sane thus far: I don't think I would have been able to.
And Sarah is stressed, and she gets... well short... when she is stressed. Kinda rude even sometimes. It's hard to stay angry at her for it though. When the frenzied fog lifts she's sorry, and harder on herself than any guilt trip I could lay down.
So you've got these three, as well as Ashley, all in our little kitchen. And Ashley is like the catalyst in a reaction that you really don't want to take place. She hasn't quite figured out how to talk and do anything else at the same time. And she hasn't quite picked up the "not talking" skill yet. Her monologues are never ending.
So either Sarah or I are constantly telling her to "stop talking, start eating", "stop talking, start getting dressed," stop talking, start brushing," "stop talking and get in the car," "for heaven's sake stop talking and remember to breathe!"
Sarah didn't loose it though, kudos to her for that. And at about a quarter after 9:00 I took Ashley to church for the dress rehearsal. Leaving Sarah, her Mom and her Dad at home with the turkey. And now i'm a little nervous about that.
It gived me an hour in fellowship hall w/ my coffee and 2 slices of cranberry bread though.
Enough time to jot down the day thus far....
The children's program was honestly fun. Does that mean I'm old?
We were the featured family this week, so all three fo us stood in front of the church while a little piece about us was read.
It was our internet coming out. The first time we have really confessed that to more than our closest friends that we met online.
Oh, there were a couple little bumps in the pageant. When Ashley was trying to adjust the mic in the middle of the hshow she smacked herself on the lip. She held it together for a good 5-10 seconds before running off the stage to us in the pew crying.
But before the end of the song her tears were wiped on my shortsleeve, her nose was blown in a slightly used kleenex, and she was back onstage.
We got home, I carved the turkey, Sarah's Mom made stuffing, Sarah made her famous mashed patatos, and steamed veggies, and we all sat down to a veritable feast.
I ate enough for three meals, maybe more.
We opened gifts, and Sarah's parents took off a little after 4:00.
We watched Star Wars and then the Simpsons, and then Desperate housewives.
Wow, we're lazy lazy bums. And now I can't believe that the weekend is over alread...
1 comment:
It does not mean that you are old, it means that you are a proud father. That is a good thing. :)
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