Chez Rozarie

Self reflection can be difficult.  Spending so much time with Dad these past few weeks has really made me take a look at myself.  As children, most of what we know is from our parents.  We watch them, play we are them, incorporate their habits into our own whether we know it or not. Then we become teenagers, where everything our parents do is horrid and awful and an embarrassment.  However, we don't know, at that point, that it is really too late.  We've already picked up some major habits. As we hit our twenties, and begin to marry and have our own identities, we swear we won't do what they did, with our kids if we have them, with our homes, with our lives.  Now, I know you see where I'm going with this.  It really doesn't matter what we swear, does it? We've all found ourselves saying what they did, doing what they did...it's like the revenge of the old, isn't it? Dad, as some of you know, talks to everyone.  He doesn't care what he says...

Dad and my neighbor have been hanging around in the backyards a lot lately.  My neighbor is undergoing treatment for an illness, and is around most days.  That, of course, makes Dad sad and happy.  Sad, because he knows our Neighbor is ill, happy because he has a "Pal". So Dad checks on our Neighbor every day.  Those of you who are regular readers understand how crazy that can make someone (me!).  They make their plans for meeting later on, with various projects on tap.  For example, our Neighbor was cleaning out the shed where the gardening implements are stored in their yard.   Dad went over, and acted like the supervisor... "You could fit that over there...and put that over on that side...do you really need that?" Our Neighbor, well, you can imagine what he said back.  It involved some profanity, and tongue-in-cheek comments.  Our Neighbor really likes Dad so he has a good, joking relationship with Dad, which works for Dad, too. ...