I know I've been so serious with my Dad. I'm back in TX now. Yes, I escaped. He's in good hands with my brother and sister-in-law. Only 5 radiation treatments left. Then some disc surgery ahead.
But let me share a funny story. My dad is a clothes horse. Every closet, drawer, and possible space (under the bed) is filled with clothes. He shopped as therapy after my mom passed over twenty years ago.
So, we are headed to a radiation appointment. He's decided he needs a heavier jacket.
"The upstairs closet in the computer room - on the right - I need the light blue coat"
I run upstairs because the rule of thumb in a northeast home - no matter what you want, it's not on the floor where you stand. So upstairs, downstairs, and basement are fair game.
I open the closet door to find six variations of blue. I choose a very nice Nautica jacket and bound downstairs.
"That wasn't the one I meant"
"Too late. We need to go."
I clip the tag and have him put it on. It looks darn spiffy, even if he's pouting.
Gotta go, gotta go.
"I need a different hat." Ten zillion ball caps later, he picks the proper shade of blue.
And we're off................
More stories to come. He's a pip.
Easiest to forget
20 hours ago