September 16th, 2006

Brown-eyed Stare

*looks shocked*

My Dad just called me.

Out of the blue.

My DAD.

No, really. MY DAD.

He's fine, his wife Robin's fine, and Gramps is doing well, too.

Apparently, he's been worried about me, and the cancer-thingie, and just
wanted to call and see how I'm doing. We chatted for about 10 minutes
(on my break), and it was a pleasant conversation. A PLEASANT one, with
no obscenities, no admonishments, and no shaming.

*falls off her chair from the shock*

I haven't seen him since my nephew's christening, nearly 2 years ago,
and hadn't spoken with him since... Hells, I don't know when - before I
moved, at least. I spoke with Robin this past Christmas, and she said
he'd call me back (and of course, he never did - no surprise there;
that's typical for him).

My father DOES NOT just "call to see how" people are doing. Other people
do things like that, but NOT my Dad. Totally NOT in character for this
man.


What's next... a tsunami on Lake Michigan? Mountains in Lansing? Lots
of jobs in the Midwest???

*looks completely dumbfounded (pleased, but dumbfounded)*
Brown-eyed Stare

Lyrics

Release your inhibitions - feel the rain on your skin!
No one else can feel it for you,
Only you can let it in.
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips.
Drench yourself in words unspoken;
Live your life with arms wide open.
Today is where your book begins;
The rest is still unwritten.