My Dad was beautiful this mothers day. I invited him over, finally to see my computer. My brother would have been more comfortable if the apartment had been cleaner; i was comfortable with it.
Dad brought Sheirly over (that is how he had had her name misspelled in his little brown address book, iirc), so apparently we were all comfortable with that as well. I handed Sheirly a stack of photos and sat my dad down at the computer. She had a hard time comprehending the photos in her hand, but dad was marveling at the quality of the sound of the oggs coming from the crappy speakers.
I grabbed an xterm, and showed him ls said "el ess". He got that. Then I told him to type sl "es ell". I showed him how to get to those other terminals, which interestingly enough, look much much fbetter than the others lately. "Dad, bb". Then I showed him my summer vacation plans. And described some of my recent challenges at my crap job.
Sheirly finds her voice. She suggests that I try to find state funding and perhaps some of those fda approved medicines (which i have yet to find the grading critereon for) that will help me to settle down, find a nine to five job, and probably be able to join her family at Thanksgiving this year to watch a nice football game. Admittedly, this was quite appealing. Since Democracy seems to be slipping away I have been considering getting a tv again to help me to get over it; this suggestion of hers might help me to be able to figure out what we are doing now and do it a bit better than I am.
I told her that I was glad she married my dad, since she had settled him down and did a lot of fun things. Encouraged him to make money and pay his bills and not buy other peoples garbage. She agreed with me that these were all good things and politely left my apartment.
Dad said, "What do you need?"
I told him I only needed a smile from him. That is the only thing he forgot to give me before he took off to figure it all out.
Then he told me something that made me reconsider Sheirly's idea again; he is getting too old to take care of the big yard, medium sized house and giant basement and would be moving to a condo. He told me that he wasn't ebaying his very cool stuff, that he was throwing it out. Hell, if he would have put it on eBay, my brother would have found it and paid good cash for it. I told him to stop throwing it out if it hurt him. He said that it all hurt to throw out. I told him to give it to me, and to tell me why it hurt to throw it out. He doesn't own garbage. He never did.
He told me that he would be going fishing until this Friday. I need to call his house and see if Sheirly went with him, because that is what made me like her and let her take him. They spent their honeymoon fishing. Not the catholic church honeymoon, but the courthouse honeymoon, the real one. She needs to be fishing with him now.
For her, for stepmothers day, I consider the other wedding, the one in the church. In order to consumate the marriage, she had to tell god that she wasn't really married when she had her four very wonderful children. I wonder what gifts you get from this sort of child.
I hope everyones step mother had a nice mothers day.