I am what one might call a daddy's girl. This works out well for my Dad who thinks that I am the cat's meow. My mom and I go on a mother/daughter trip together every spring and my dad managed to invite himself along each year after I graduated and moved away. Now that he has retired he likes to compete with my mom for visitation rights. She and I made plans to go to Austin, so he called me and added an extra week-long visit to Boston to his busy retiree schedule. During his last visit he spent most of his time playing favorites and ignoring me. In the world of my Dad, Jenya can do no wrong, and he can't listen to me and drink beer at the same time. I should mention that my dad drinks six beers each year--one each day that he visits me.
My dad calls me once or twice a day to "make the chit chat." If my mom calls me from home my dad hovers over her and I can hear him in the background, "is that Muffy?" My mom cups her hand over the phone and I hear a muffled exchange between the two of them before she addresses me again. "Scoob, I better give you to your Dad, the man is standing over me with his hand out. I'll talk to you once he's done." He'll take the phone and tell me something as important as "I saw a pug dog on my bike ride today." He will inevitably get distracted by something like the hummingbirds at the feeder and hang up the phone. A minute later my mom will call me back. "That man," she'll say before launching back into our prior discussion.
Last week my dad called me to tell me about how he and my mom are going to New York this fall after all. He found cheap airfare and they'll be there from the 23rd to the 27th of September. "That's fun, Dad, but why aren't you staying for a weekend?"
"Well, this way worked out better, New York is no fun on Mondays and so this is our four nights."
"But if you stayed for a weekend I would be able to drive down and see you guys."
"Well, you don't need to see us. I was just calling to see what plays you think we should see!"
When my mom called me today she told me that my dad is getting all excited about his New York trip. I told her about how he didn't want to stay for the weekend. "It's like he doesn't want to see me," I said, laughing. "Well, you know how your dad is, the man has a one track mind."
I'm pretty sure I'll score an extra trip home for this one.
My dad calls me once or twice a day to "make the chit chat." If my mom calls me from home my dad hovers over her and I can hear him in the background, "is that Muffy?" My mom cups her hand over the phone and I hear a muffled exchange between the two of them before she addresses me again. "Scoob, I better give you to your Dad, the man is standing over me with his hand out. I'll talk to you once he's done." He'll take the phone and tell me something as important as "I saw a pug dog on my bike ride today." He will inevitably get distracted by something like the hummingbirds at the feeder and hang up the phone. A minute later my mom will call me back. "That man," she'll say before launching back into our prior discussion.
Last week my dad called me to tell me about how he and my mom are going to New York this fall after all. He found cheap airfare and they'll be there from the 23rd to the 27th of September. "That's fun, Dad, but why aren't you staying for a weekend?"
"Well, this way worked out better, New York is no fun on Mondays and so this is our four nights."
"But if you stayed for a weekend I would be able to drive down and see you guys."
"Well, you don't need to see us. I was just calling to see what plays you think we should see!"
When my mom called me today she told me that my dad is getting all excited about his New York trip. I told her about how he didn't want to stay for the weekend. "It's like he doesn't want to see me," I said, laughing. "Well, you know how your dad is, the man has a one track mind."
I'm pretty sure I'll score an extra trip home for this one.
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