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wednesday, july 18, 2001
snipped from e-mail because there's no sense in typing twice:
"i was supposed to go shopping with my dad today and we were supposed to go to a real restaurant for dinner. instead he showed up at 9.45 am, handed me $50 and said he was low on money and could we do it some other time?
let me back track to last friday when i asked him to walk around the fair with me and he said sorry, no, his legs were bad, here's $30 and then come saturday night i found him walking healthily about the fair with an unnamed lady? (note: i thought it was cool to see him with company, i usually worry that he's lonely, so the lady in question wasn't a problem :))
it's weird because i'd really like to explain to him that it's not about shopping, or money, or whatever -- it's just so odd that every recent memory of him i have is of him sheepishly dropping off money and leaving. it doesn't upset me like it used to, but it doesn't make for good story-fodder.
"why, i remember when your grandpa came by and put $50 on the table! and he said i could spend it on anything i wanted! and then, you see, he said bye and left. cool, huh?"
eh, just feel a bit deflated. at least it's not like last year when our grand shopping spree and dinner turned into the army surplus store for cheap bath stuff supplies and a supermarket drive-thru.
i'm off to take advantage of my apparent luck at the local video store where they have stopped charging me for rentals (no, seriously! they've given me the nice ole "your money is no good here" speech and everything!).. i plan to spend hours and hours going through the extra stuff on that pretty fight club dvd, and then listen to the commentary track. again. that movie just keeps dragging me in. sigh.
cin cin.
