Okay, I know my dad is dying and “he gets to be the boss of his own journey” (see previous tip) but…note to self… that doesn’t mean you can micro-manage the affairs of the living from your death bed…this note is to myself…kind of as a reminder on how absurd it is to criticize perfectly capable people( …the force of my inner critic is strong…)
I figure it will be hard to stamp out dirty habits of mind even as I lay dying, so I need to start now!
Here’s today’s show…I laugh because laughter breaks the tension even if I don’t think I’m supposed to laugh:
Dad yells (in his whispery voice): “Hey! Don’t cut the credit card in so many pieces!”
Sue walks back in, “What?”
Dad: “What are you cutting up?”
Sue: “An old credit card”
Dad:”that’s what I thought…don’t cut it up so much…”
Me: (groaning, sighing)
Sue: (laughing softly) that’s the way I do it…”
Me: “ah jeez, dad…” (I fight back the urge to inform him that she is capable of deciding how many pieces…)
Sue: laughs softly.
She is a saint…how do I nominate her to the Vatican?
And how is it Dad is so weak but has such great hearing?