On being the genetic descendant….cont.
The never ending saga of my crazy father daughter relationship continues. (Because I just can’t get enough of posting about my pathetic personal life. Whatever, It’s my blog.)
So I never responded to his last e-mail. I just let it go. I didn’t bring up the election, though he continued to send me republican propaganda even on and after election day. I did not respond. I said nothing. I called him before he left the country and we chatted about innocuous things.
So last week I thought it might be safe to finally talk to him. It’d been a week since the election, he was back from his international travels, all was well. So i call, we chat about fatherlydaughterly things, and everything is almost okay.
I say almost because now he can’t seem to stop making these sly comments about “Well we all know what YOU think, we just can’t get you to stop telling us what YOU think.”
D-lightful. (D, you will note, also stands for Dick.)
And none of us have any idea what YOU think Dad, I mean, since I’ve been sending you ridiculous articles almost daily and you just haven’t said anything at all about your thoughts on the matter. Oh wait. It was the other way around.
I decide to change the subject. “Oh Dad, good news, I went to see a doctor and I’m totally healthy.” Oh me, will you never learn that your father cannot simply be happy about good news. First we have to go through WHY I went to the doctor, I tell him I had pain in my side and he just assumed that I meant while running, promplty stopped listening to what I was sayiing until he deccided to ask “why were you running?” So I tell him the whole story about 3 times because he keeps not listening any more (Is this a 58 year old thing, or a guy whose wife has had a stroke thing? Anyone?).
And then we get to the big one, the whopper “Well what did the doctor say about your weight?”
He said it was fine, he said we would keep an eye on it. (Once he realized that I am in fact 6′ and so not quite as already dead as he had previously thought.)
“Well you know I’m just worried about you because there are a lot of ……………………BLAH blah blah”
Really? really? After I go to the doctor and find out that I’m COMPLETELY HEALTHY, in fact the doctor described my lab test results as “beautiful.” I AM FINE. But no, no we have to have the health conversation, because obviously I’m just the walking dead and I don’t know it.
I want to get him Tai Chi lessons for Christmas. (I think it would be good because 1. he likes chinese culture and 2. he needs to get some excersize and do some meditative stuff because his BP is high and he’s overstressed.) But I have a feeling he wont go because he’s just so busy. He’d have to really want to make the time, and I don’t think he’s going to want to make time for anything I suggest. (Anything I suggest, always wrong until he comes up with it on his own.) /sigh