we all lose
a few things about this past weekend, in no particular order…
- the death of Tim Russert - not only has this primary season changed history, not having Tim Russert cover the election is heartbreaking.
- we went to the cabin with my Dad and Annie Oakley…it was not fun.
- packing up shit for two kids and two adults requires the patience of a saint and a magic pill.
- upon arrival at the cabin, dealing with two squirrelly kids, schelpping all our crap i notice that the room we are to stay in is not prepared for our arrival.
- i also notice that Annie Oakley has taken up residence with my Dad, in my parents’ room, on my Mom’s side of the bed.
- i spend the weekend sulking, nursing, forcing smiles for my children and drinking as much as i can without appearing like i have a “problem”.
- coming home was the second best part of the weekend.
- the best part, and yes, i obviously saved the best for last, was seeing a picture of my Dad and boo. she got her first fishing pole for our trip to the cabin and natch Papa had to explain it to her and show her how to use it. my dad is an avid fisherman. hubbin got a great snap of the two of them with the pole and it’s priceless. didn’t make up for all the other shit that went on, but it’s a nice memory for him.
- i have come to the realization that my dad is not who i think he is. and that my darlings is troubling me greatly.