Yesterday I was having a good day.
I got my work done, some cleaning finished, chatted with some friends via the internets, and headed to my weekly crafting circle. I was ripping apart a cheap hoodie to make a jacket lining when my father called me.
He spoke to me for seventeen minutes.
I closed my phone and went back to what I was doing, and then I became aware that in those seventeen minutes I had lost the will to live, and that a Staind song was playing in my head.
'cause it's always raaaaaaiiinning in my head
forget all the things I should have saaaaaaaid
And that, in a hilarious (if you know my father, it really is. trust me.) and horrible nutshell, is the relationship between me and my father.
Comments (3)
It's odd. Some of your most intriguing blogs? Heavily related to your father.
Posted by Andre | April 11, 2009 9:05 PM
Posted on April 11, 2009 21:05
Yeah, he was a single parent for most of my brother's life and mine, so any family stories/rants/tirades that I have will likely be about him. He's a memorable man.
Posted by Aya | April 13, 2009 12:03 AM
Posted on April 13, 2009 00:03
Blog more!
Posted by Andre | April 26, 2009 3:44 PM
Posted on April 26, 2009 15:44