|(picture of me tonight)|
Spending most of the summer in Hyden living with my parents is proving to be an eye-opening experience. I have already posted a blog regarding their odd television habits. As an update on that, I think Dad is still secretly disappointed that the Logo channel is not showing re-runs of RuPaul's Drag Race.
I noticed a new symptom of my folks aging this week.
My parents are both retired and have been so for a few years now. They are quite settled into the non-scheduled lifestyle. Obviously, when this happens to people, any sense of urgency that may have possessed that person is instantly swept away. For instance, when my parents now get into a car to drive, they do not instantly put the key in the ignition and start the car. They sit down in the seat, take a few cleansing breaths, stare out the window for a second, look around to make sure nothing has changed on the console since they were last in the vehicle, then make the conscious decision to, indeed, start the car. Meanwhile, I am sitting in the passenger seat of a 200-degree car, sweating profusely and cussing under my breath.
|(not really Mom)|
My father, on the other hand, after taking his sweet, precious time starting the car turns into a mad man, frantic to get to where ever it is he is going. He puts on either bluegrass or traditional country music, sticks a cigar in his mouth, places one hand on the wheel, and guns it.
|(not really Dad)|
My survival list for this summer now includes Xanax, Valium, and a motion-sickness patch. I may check out local elderly homes while I am here as well. Just in case.