When you have an elderly parent (or if you're lucky, parents) and you don't live close to him/her, it's just frustrating as all get out. I don't live THAT far from Dad (five hours by car) but as I get older that five hours goes by slower and slower and slower and watching me get out of the car upon arrival must be hilarious: moaning, groaning, desperate grabbing onto something so I don't fall flat on my face since my legs oftentimes refuse to unbend. If we drive the pickup, forget it. I just fall out, Mike picks me up, I dust myself off and hobble inside.
Pathetic. Being an old fartess is just a bitch sometimes.
I call Dad as much as I can but he goes to dialysis three times a week and doesn't get reception in the unit, and then he's pretty pooped after having all his blood flushed out. He spends 3/4 of the day on Sunday at church, he attends luncheons with the ROMEOs (Retired Old Men Eating Out) AND flits hither and yon to this party and that meeting. I swear, if he could drive himself he'd NEVER be home!
Since several of you fine followers have developed little crushes on Dad (when I told him that, he about busted his buttons!), I thought, "Hey! Let's REALLY inflate his ego! I'll start a fan club for him!"
Now, I'm not going to charge dues or write a freakin' newsletter or issue membership cards but I AM going to have the very talented Miss Rachel of Two Dog Pond create a bunch of her fabulous pendants as giveaways! They can either be put on necklaces or keychains and will announce to the entire world that you're a fan of GJB!
If you're interested, just let me know via a comment below. Oh, and there will be some fun surprises for fan club members, too. Woo hoo!!
P.S. The photo was taken for inclusion in his church membership roster. He noted that no one told him not to wear a black shirt since the photograph was going to be taken against a black background. Yes, it DOES look like a floating head tethered by a bolo tie. Sort of a "Buddy Balloon" (Dad's nickname is Buddy). And by the way, those are his actual teeth! Hey, he was married to a dental hygienist for half of his adult life for pete's sake! Sadly, I inherited my mother's sorry excuse for a mouth.
Wonder if I can find a company who can make us some Buddy Balloons? What a hoot!