thursday, 8/9/07

yesterday, my brother and i coordinated getting dad to a meeting.

as expected, dad was walking out the door at 730am when i pulled into the garage. he was "ready to go!" and he hadn't slept all night-- simply watched the clock, waiting for meeting time. i've learned to prepare for these events.... when leaving the night before, i kept it simple-- dad, i'll see you for breakfast at 8am!

good intentions but.... the mind of alz prevails. dad was ready to go and there was no understanding why we had to wait (the meeting was at 930am). he wouldn't eat his breakfast-- he wouldn't read the paper-- he wouldn't watch the news. time for diversion.... talk about the kids! whew, it worked.

our departure time arrived, with teeth brushed, potty used and hair combed, we got in the car to meet up with the bro.... 5 minutes down the road-- "do we need to pitch a tent before we get to scott's?" uhhhh ohhhh. "dad, i'm going to stop down here so we can use the bathroom." "no, no, you need to wait." oookkkkk-- keep driving. (mental note: never keep driving-- stop!)

after a stop at brother's potty, the boys were on their way to the meeting. 'cept potty issues remained for the next 2 hours. never bothered dad a bit-- he ignored it. bro handled things as best he could.... we met up after the meeting and i got dad back home.... leaving behind two cars, a conference room chair and a conference room floor soaked with urine... not to mention, several people with really heavy hearts.

lord, we pray for your mercy. this isn't our dad....