Stop, Pop, Stop!
Dec. 13th, 2005 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseOw. My knee is sore today. I am grateful that my surgery is not next August.
The graphics supervisor started hurling massively yesterday morning and went home leaving me with more responsibility than I wish I had for the last couple of days. But I'm dealing and I'm not especially sorry to have a chance to look valuable around here when bonus season is coming up.
I have to have an impossible talk with my dad and I don't even know how to begin. His driving has become dangerous. He has a lot of pride and sense of power tied up in driving but at the same time, his concentration at 80 is not what it should be. He is, I believe, still very capable of driving if he could become the sane one on the road who is willing to wait instead of "win". But that's not him. He's the guy who goes crazy when stuck behind someone and has to jump into little spaces on the highway. He used to be able to do this kind of thing when he was more alert and able to filter all the inputs coming at him, but he is slower on the uptake now.
And what's worse is that he's been getting more aggressive lately. And the more we call him on it, the more determined he gets to prove that he is the baddest badass on the street. My mother is frightened to drive with him; Snake has dreams that he will be killed in a car by my father. I'm just about at the point of telling him I won't drive with him anymore.
He has announced that he will not be spoken to about this. I said in response, "I do not accept the terms as put on the table." He then got "jokingly" hostile and said, "All right, then I get to tell you all the ways I think you have screwed up your life." At which point I leaped out of the speeding car and died under the wheels of a passing Hummer.
When my dad's own father was 80, he had the last of many car accidents. Waiting in the car for the cops to come, he cried quietly knowing he'd never be allowed to drive again. Why don't we learn from the past?
The graphics supervisor started hurling massively yesterday morning and went home leaving me with more responsibility than I wish I had for the last couple of days. But I'm dealing and I'm not especially sorry to have a chance to look valuable around here when bonus season is coming up.
I have to have an impossible talk with my dad and I don't even know how to begin. His driving has become dangerous. He has a lot of pride and sense of power tied up in driving but at the same time, his concentration at 80 is not what it should be. He is, I believe, still very capable of driving if he could become the sane one on the road who is willing to wait instead of "win". But that's not him. He's the guy who goes crazy when stuck behind someone and has to jump into little spaces on the highway. He used to be able to do this kind of thing when he was more alert and able to filter all the inputs coming at him, but he is slower on the uptake now.
And what's worse is that he's been getting more aggressive lately. And the more we call him on it, the more determined he gets to prove that he is the baddest badass on the street. My mother is frightened to drive with him; Snake has dreams that he will be killed in a car by my father. I'm just about at the point of telling him I won't drive with him anymore.
He has announced that he will not be spoken to about this. I said in response, "I do not accept the terms as put on the table." He then got "jokingly" hostile and said, "All right, then I get to tell you all the ways I think you have screwed up your life." At which point I leaped out of the speeding car and died under the wheels of a passing Hummer.
When my dad's own father was 80, he had the last of many car accidents. Waiting in the car for the cops to come, he cried quietly knowing he'd never be allowed to drive again. Why don't we learn from the past?
