Dad's Visit: Day 15 Or Alone Again...Naturally
Aren't there song lyrics from the 70s, or maybe even 60s, that go "alone again...naturally?" Well, they apply!
Dad left just after 1PM, pretty much on time. In spite of a leak under the sink, not from the faucet change, but from something else. I need a little plumbing advice from my co-worker's hubby, will send her a pic showing the problem. It's temporarily fixed. Very temporarily, I expect.
But it was a productive morning: bus pass for October, stocked up on cat food, did a grocery run (and Dad didn't tell me he was going to go ahead in the line and pay for my cart-full, otherwise I would not have filled it up!), then a pick up of my ice-pik doohickies from Sears catalogue (the stretchy rubber things that fit over your winter boots and grip the ice--studded tires for your feet, they call them) and a couple of things from Zellers. Oh, and a quick run into Costco for some rosemary ham and some light Swiss cheese.
Then it was back to the house for a sandwich, for Dad to pack, and then head out.
*Sigh*
I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself right now, because I won't have any company for another year. I don't want to contemplate living with someone 24/7 (the idea just makes me shudder), but living closer to family or other people I love would be nice. Rather, since I don't want to move, I would prefer they lived closer to me. Not next door (lol), but close.
Back to work tomorrow, so that should help get me back into my routine. I don't feel rested, though. Too tired from the head cold and from having another body around the house. Dad's very good about cleaning up after himself, but it's still extra work to have someone stay a while.
I hope there is a next year, though. I don't overlook the possibility that something could happen to one or both of us, goddess forbid, and that we might never see each other again. Too gruesome to think about. I think I'll pour myself a healthy glassful of rye and tidy up. After all, it's four o'clock somewhere. :-D
Dad left just after 1PM, pretty much on time. In spite of a leak under the sink, not from the faucet change, but from something else. I need a little plumbing advice from my co-worker's hubby, will send her a pic showing the problem. It's temporarily fixed. Very temporarily, I expect.
But it was a productive morning: bus pass for October, stocked up on cat food, did a grocery run (and Dad didn't tell me he was going to go ahead in the line and pay for my cart-full, otherwise I would not have filled it up!), then a pick up of my ice-pik doohickies from Sears catalogue (the stretchy rubber things that fit over your winter boots and grip the ice--studded tires for your feet, they call them) and a couple of things from Zellers. Oh, and a quick run into Costco for some rosemary ham and some light Swiss cheese.
Then it was back to the house for a sandwich, for Dad to pack, and then head out.
*Sigh*
I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself right now, because I won't have any company for another year. I don't want to contemplate living with someone 24/7 (the idea just makes me shudder), but living closer to family or other people I love would be nice. Rather, since I don't want to move, I would prefer they lived closer to me. Not next door (lol), but close.
Back to work tomorrow, so that should help get me back into my routine. I don't feel rested, though. Too tired from the head cold and from having another body around the house. Dad's very good about cleaning up after himself, but it's still extra work to have someone stay a while.
I hope there is a next year, though. I don't overlook the possibility that something could happen to one or both of us, goddess forbid, and that we might never see each other again. Too gruesome to think about. I think I'll pour myself a healthy glassful of rye and tidy up. After all, it's four o'clock somewhere. :-D
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