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Mom is doing well. She's walking some, very gingerly, but she's able to get by with canes and walkers and chairs, as well as walk down low-rise stairs.

Took her to a local cantina for lunch, then out to Wooly Pig for a lemonade (no alcohol with the anti-seize meds) where we enjoyed the sunshine and pet all the dogs that show up with guests.

I was happy to get her out of the house for a while. My father is somewhat...interesting...and won't do that.

Mom is doing well. She's walking some, very gingerly, but she's able to get by with canes and walkers and chairs, as well as walk down low-rise stairs. Took her to a local cantina for lunch, then out to Wooly Pig for a lemonade (no alcohol with the anti-seize meds) where we enjoyed the sunshine and pet all the dogs that show up with guests. I was happy to get her out of the house for a while. My father is somewhat...interesting...and won't do that.
[–] • 3 pts

We were at lunch. A older man and woman were at a big table waiting for (assume) kids. They were old enough for the kids to be grown.

It took 48 min for us to order and eat. Still there. On the way out I paused and said, let me be the first to tell you happy Mother’s Day since your guests are running late.

What a bunch of shit heal kids. Narcissistic fucks likely all consumed with what ever the fuck their ungrateful kids do.

And their kids are likely the ones that would say “fucking boomers” While mom and dad got there on time and have zero concept why their own kids can’t keep a fucking schedule.

[–] • 4 pts

That's sad.

I want to spend time with them, because I know there's not much of it left.

[–] • 4 pts

I don't remember who said the follwing, so I'll just say it as I remeber it.

How many more years do you think your parents will live? 10? 20? How many times a year do you see them? 1? 2? So you don't have 10 or 20 years more with them, you have 10 to 40 more times that you will see them in your lifetime.

[–] • 0 pt

I expect less than 5 here, so yeah. Time to go visit.

[–] • 2 pts

I was lucky, since self(un)employable and Mrs potato don’t work, we went to see mom and dad daily for the last year of their lives.

That I would not trade for anything.

Years ago, dad’s friend, that was a frat bro, they used to go every wed to lunch. Drive all over the county to eat lunch. One week dad would drive 40 min his way, next week he’d drive to dad. He died of a massive aneurism out of the blue. I was (always) self employed. So I just calendar set ever wed “lunch with dad” and then dad and I would go to lunch ever wed. I did it till mom retired. Then I’d go with both of them. We just kept doing that. Did that for like 20 years. Then I got married and after Mrs potato stopped working, we’d go. I don’t think dad ever realized what I did. He just enjoyed the time. There were so many, I can’t remember any of them but one. He came to pick me up, and I was fucking shitty hung over, from a Tuesday night of drinking the bar dry. He picked me up and we got about 2 blocks from my place and I said pull over, opened the door and yacked. Then said I’m Not feeling good, better take me home. That’s the one I remember, the one I missed because I was a fucking drunk. I am sure in 20 Years I missed more but that’s the one I remember.

Dad told everyone but me how proud he was of me. He carried that to his grave.