...and those who don't forget.
Yesterday THGGM reaffirmed what we already know, he is a member of the latter.
The man does not forget. Unless, of course, it is something like mailing out shower invitations in a timely fashion. He is, after all, a male man, NOT a mailman.
Last night after he had raked up the dry patches in our yard and done other manly things, he came in, looked rather disgustedly at my sorry migraine-riddled self and announced:
"You are going to have to tell your father that he cannot park in my driveway if his car is going to leak stuff onto it."
I believe I turned to him and said somewhat intelligently, "I'm sorry, WHAT?"
Now I must back him up so he can refresh me on perplexing matters of the past.
THGGM began dating me 34 years ago. We were both 15 and unable to drive.
Sometime around the age of 17 THGGM purchased a classic old car of some sort. What kind of car means nothing to me, although he likes to toss it around in conversation from time to time. All I remember of it was that when one turned on the left turn signal, the brake light flashed "BRAKE-BRAKE-BRAKE". The turn signal light did nothing except. perhaps, smirk.
The car apparently also leaked fluid of some sort onto my dad's driveway. I certainly don't remember this, but THGGM insists that he was told not to park in the driveway due to this leakage. Not parking in the driveway was never a problem for me, as it was a very narrow driveway with a very large maple tree at the end of it. The maple already sported a large fender shaped wound but I won't mention who caused that. THGGM seemed to like driveway parking over off-street.
Back to yesterday.
I do not believe that my dad 'parked' in the driveway yesterday. He pulled in, I took over the driver seat, and away we went. After the end of the outing, I pulled in, jumped out and away he went.
So. Now that my migraine has eased up a bit I'm becoming concerned.
As mentioned in the post below, I bottomed out on that 'pot hole turned continental divide' while driving my dad's car yesterday.
He needs a new car anyway.
Let's not forget that.
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4 comments:
A good post with your great, understated humour.
This really made me smile. I often shake my head over what Nelson can remember and what he can't or doesn't. He could slip into Alzheimer's and I probably woundn't know for quite some time. We've talked about that, but I'm not sure he'll remember.
My hubby can't remember anything but what matters to him...in a way, I think it is a good thing (for me).
I don't know what I like better: the wonderful posts you write, or the labels you file them under.
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