I’ve realized a lot of things on this trip to see my Dad, not all of them great! He’s turned into a Mister Magoo with Tourette’s while driving for instance. How I’m still alive, well – I just don’t know!
I now know this:
I remember more prayers than I ever thought I knew
They have words in them I’ve never heard in prayers before
I know where I get my command of profanity. It’s genetic.
I never knew before but I think Dad’s a fan of showjumping. He sure is great with the old ‘Harvey Smith’s’
Everyone else on the road is a feckin eejit
I don’t want to die
I have far greater bladder control than I knew
Ditto on the old derrière
I need a bubble wrap suit
Next year I’m hiring a car.