I’d forgotten what a nightmare it is to drive on rural roads in the dark in the snow. But Mom needed to go to the eye doctor and so we went. We left Dad at home alone, which I found more nerve wracking than trying to figure out if we were still on the road.
We came home the interstate, which was, of course, clear. I don’t know why we didn’t take that to begin with.
It’s weird to say, but this has been a really nice visit. I’m so glad I got to spend this time with my dad. We’d hit a rough patch there for a while and I’m really grateful for the opportunity to just be at ease around him.
There’s something defiant about my people that I love–even though I’m never sure who, exactly, it is we think is holding us back, other than ourselves. It makes me wonder just how many generations that little voice that says “you suck” has been living with us. Long enough, I guess, for us to feel tickled when we think we’re pulling one over on it.
I’m going to miss them when I go home. I wonder if Mom will have to moon me this time.