RaisingDad

Today, my wife almost had to call the Pope.      She had just spent four hours cooking me a feast. I'm not talking about something you heat up in the microwave from Costco. I'm talking about a five-star meal, all made from scratch. That's just the way my wife rolls.      Forgive me for not telling you what the meal was. I just don't want you to evaluate your life and come up short in comparison to mine.      Now, my father, because of his lack of teeth, has to eat soft foods, so what my wife was making was for me and her, her and I, the two of us.      My father had slept almost all day in his-- my --favorite chair in the great room, with the TV blasting, because, apparently, the noisier a room is, the more conducive to sleep it is. He had only been awake for ten or fifteen minutes.      Myself, I'm in t...

Did I say it was Maloney's mother-in-law who I found at my kitchen table eating me out of house and home?      My mistake.      I meant it was my brother's mother-in-law.      You know how there are some species of animals that eat more than their body's weight per day? Well, I think my brother's mother-in-law must be one of those species, because I never see her not eating. There is never a time that I don't see her noshing, snacking, munching, or nibbling on something.      "Where's Dad?" I asked my patient wife.      "He's taking a nap," she said, which was code for: He went to his room to avoid your brother's mother-in-law. That's one of the rare times I've envied my Dad.      I don't want to say he doesn't like her (he doesn't, but I don't want to say it). Ever since he's lost my mother and his desire to procreate, he doesn't feel the n...

Back when my mother was still alive, and after my father reluctantly gave up his driving privileges, she asked me to drive her to a retirement community so she could visit a friend.      Like a good son, I did. After saying my hellos, I said my goodbyes, and left my mom and her friend bragging to each other about how smart their grandkids were.      When I came back an hour later, I looked for her where I had left her, in her friend's room, only they weren't there. I walked around the place a couple of times, but still couldn't find them.      "Excuse me," I said, approaching one of the staff. "I’m looking for my mother. She's an elderly lady with white hair."      He looked around, and then straight back at me.      "Take your pick," he said.     Raising My Father RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com jimduchene.BlogSpot.com  Am...