He’s been and gone. This is the first direct contact in almost a month. He was brusque and business like. I asked how he was doing and he was not expansive…
He was not thrilled that I farmed out the big bedroom to daughter and her man, and said the place no longer felt like his home.
I said that it would be his one day and this was only a temporary situation but he replied that he will never live here again. I asked why he didn’t just sell it then, but he wants to rent it out. His hassle, not mine.
I have never seen him move so fast, he was in and out in a flash. He would not look me in the eye either. What is that about? Weird.
The last question he asked was where would he be sleeping when he gets back on January 1st.
Not one question about my father, and of course nothing about me.
Par for the course.
And me? I felt calm, almost sorry for him. I was kind and helped him pack up the car. He left behind all his post and the cards I wrote for his mother and sister. He was annoyed because he could not find a big box of photos of days gone by (minus me) that he planned to go through with his mother. A little fireside mutual admiration! Thank heavens I would not have to sit through that!!!
Off to the hills with dog, girlies and the boy to walk in the wind and work up an appetite for fish and chips. Wooohoooo.
Enjoy your Christmas Eve folks.