rockers or not?
Dad is having some back issues. I think he kind of wanted surgery - I know, who wants that? I reminded him, though, that if that happened, he still would have to come home and do stairs. So he is doing physical therapy for his arm (still...), and now he's going for his back, too.
When the 'rents first came back this year, Dad wanted a new chair for his room. He said the one he had in there wasn't comfortable. So I had him try the chair I had in our room, and he liked it. We moved it in to their room in May, and I moved a nice oak rocker from the living room into our room. Dad didn't want the rocker. "I don't like rockers."
Everything was fine until two or three weeks ago. He had come back from the back doctor, and I came home to find him on the couch. Now, the day before he was taking a nap on that same couch. Keep that in mind.
"Aw, Jeez, I can't sit on this couch anymore. It's killing me."
I made the mistake of "biting". "What are you talking about, Dad? You've been sitting on that couch for months now."
"I gotta have a hard chair from now on. I tried your rocker right there and I like that."
That rocker he is talking about was a gift to me from my husband. He's not going to get that chair. I know he won't pay for a chair like that either. I almost asked him what happened to his dislike for rockers (almost!).
"So you can sit there during the day, Dad. No problem."
"I can't have that chair upstairs anymore. It's killing me."
"Well, I guess you should look for a new rocker, then, huh?"
I walked away, and truly just forgot about the whole thing until I came home the next day at 8:30 pm and he was sitting in my rocker (where I am sitting right now, and do most of my work at home). He made a "pain" face, and said, "I'll get up".
"No, that's alright. I'm going to have something to eat in the kitchen." I thought, this is how it's going to be?
We currently have a "spare" room that is in the process of being shifted from our youngest's bedroom into my zen room/office. Dad has already tried to expand his hoard of goods into there, but I've tried hard to keep that from happening.
Several days go by, and then my Dad's mother's rocking chair suddenly appears there, in my zen room. Other things start showing up too, like crap from their van. My aunt and uncle let him try out the rocker, and he liked it.
I have the "no more shit in the house" conversation with him - he says the chair works for his back. He's just waiting for Jeremiah to move it in to their room, and move the other chair out.
It did get moved, rather quickly, however now there is a chair I don't want at all in my zen room. The crap from their old car is still in there also.
I have my work cut out for me this weekend.
When the 'rents first came back this year, Dad wanted a new chair for his room. He said the one he had in there wasn't comfortable. So I had him try the chair I had in our room, and he liked it. We moved it in to their room in May, and I moved a nice oak rocker from the living room into our room. Dad didn't want the rocker. "I don't like rockers."
Everything was fine until two or three weeks ago. He had come back from the back doctor, and I came home to find him on the couch. Now, the day before he was taking a nap on that same couch. Keep that in mind.
"Aw, Jeez, I can't sit on this couch anymore. It's killing me."
I made the mistake of "biting". "What are you talking about, Dad? You've been sitting on that couch for months now."
"I gotta have a hard chair from now on. I tried your rocker right there and I like that."
That rocker he is talking about was a gift to me from my husband. He's not going to get that chair. I know he won't pay for a chair like that either. I almost asked him what happened to his dislike for rockers (almost!).
"So you can sit there during the day, Dad. No problem."
"I can't have that chair upstairs anymore. It's killing me."
"Well, I guess you should look for a new rocker, then, huh?"
I walked away, and truly just forgot about the whole thing until I came home the next day at 8:30 pm and he was sitting in my rocker (where I am sitting right now, and do most of my work at home). He made a "pain" face, and said, "I'll get up".
"No, that's alright. I'm going to have something to eat in the kitchen." I thought, this is how it's going to be?
We currently have a "spare" room that is in the process of being shifted from our youngest's bedroom into my zen room/office. Dad has already tried to expand his hoard of goods into there, but I've tried hard to keep that from happening.
Several days go by, and then my Dad's mother's rocking chair suddenly appears there, in my zen room. Other things start showing up too, like crap from their van. My aunt and uncle let him try out the rocker, and he liked it.
I have the "no more shit in the house" conversation with him - he says the chair works for his back. He's just waiting for Jeremiah to move it in to their room, and move the other chair out.
It did get moved, rather quickly, however now there is a chair I don't want at all in my zen room. The crap from their old car is still in there also.
I have my work cut out for me this weekend.
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