Chez Rozarie

Over the past few days, there have been some interesting communication issues that I've noticed.  They've likely been present all along, but there must be something in the air that is making me see them. First (and I realized this about a year ago!), I noticed that my Dad and I share similar traits.  This has frightened me into really making some efforts to chill the chattiness - my own, that is, not Dad's!  There is no hope for him, I've afraid.  I always thought Mom was the gossipy one.  I now see it was always Dad.  Mom did talk, but really not about other people...Dad gossips and spreads bad information.  He talks in a form of bar talk, in other words.   If you've ever worked in a bar, or gone to a bar, or whatever, you know what I mean.  You listen to people, and you know they are not telling the whole truth (nothing but the truth???).  Maybe you even agree with that person, so as not to cause a ruckus.  If you disagree,...

Well, we went away for 2 weeks to a lovely paradise in Vermont on a small lake...we were totally prepared, we thought, for leaving the old folks home "alone".  We took our dog.  That was the important step.  Dad really can't control him, and Mom likes to let him out.  Since Dad doesn't always watch Mom, you can see how this might be a problem.  We don't have a fenced in yard, and we live on a really busy street!  Dad was upset we were taking him, but we didn't care.  It worked out well for everyone concerned, except for Mom. According to Dad, Mom wandered around all the time, looking for Santana.  Mom and Santana have a great relationship.  Mom gets food from Dad.  Mom gives her food to Santana.  Santana doesn't tattle, and Dad thinks Mom ate the food.  Of course, Mom missed Santana! Next step was to send an email with all of everyone's contact information, including the land line for Vermont (baaaad cell service there!). ...