Peasants, my faithful flock, I don't know why you keep tuning in, though if you weren't you wouldn't be reading this! But things ain't going well at Rancho Secundo (Rancho Uno being Montreal).
Basically, my father is dying. Christ, he's had it up to here with shit. I can feel it with every step of the news. You know, they say that nothing in particular ever really kills you -- it's a slow procession of lots of things (unless you're my nephew Zack, who died of a massive heart attack at 19 years old a couple of months ago).
Ouf. But this morning I wasn't in the mood for an appointment at celebrity dermatologist Howard Yanofsky's. My father is now admitted to the hospital, with all its attendant crap, and I know the ONLY THING he'd rather be doing is watching Jeopardy, taking a sip of his scotch and smoking yet another cigarette.
And I felt him in me when I whined, wheedled, protested to Brigitte that I didn't want to go to the dermatologist (sebaceous cyst under my arm, nothing urgent, but months in the making of the appointment).
God, that hour and a half in that humorless waiting room -- I swear, Brigitte had to run after me when I abruptly walked out to the elevators after I couldn't take it any more -- remind me of perhaps why my father can't take it any more.
Aah, fuck, a bad situation is about to get a whole lot badder. I feels it in my bones, Doc.
But the sun is shining. I will go on the balcony, drink beer, read a cookbook and soak in the sun.
Frankly, don't know what else to do . . .
At the risk of acknowledging the "peasant" crack, let me say that I keep tuning in because you are a wild and erudite commentator on the madness that surrounds you, and that makes for good reading!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to hear that your dad is not doing well. It's hard to watch our parents age and slip into decline and then the inevitable. I doubt that's very comforting, but it's intended to be.
Thanks, Blork! Well, others praise me not for my insights but rather "I'm a subscriber of your RSS feed which means that I get your regular submissions of invective and bile sent directly to my desktop reader."
ReplyDeleteAnd I went to school with him -- he's a nice guy!
Nah, everything will be all right one way or another. Just something everyone has to go through.
Now, what can you tell me about the best thing to do with this ladybug infestation down here at my friend Jacques' country house in Bromont?
You're a countryside sort of dude. I say "Burn 'em. Burn it all to the ground and call me in the morning." Brigitte says "Can you make me a piece of toast while you're at it?"
Cheers
Nick
PS. I know what happens on Friday's episode of the Bold and the Restless.
Although I've been known to walk through (and even sleep in) the occasional forrest, I'm not a country dude. (Longueuil isn't exactly the country, despite the neighbours.)
ReplyDeleteMy solution to your bug problem in Bromont is to go find a house in Hatley! ;-)
Hey, whaddya know, we drive through your neighbourhood every time we go down to the Townships!
ReplyDeleteMaybe we'll find a place to settle down in Longueuil.
If I ever learn how to spell it.