Late Monday night I received a message from my stepdad on my cell phone. That in itself is strange, because he only calls my house phone. He said, "Call me as soon as you can!" in an excited voice. I decide, since it's after midnight, that I'll wait until morning - either he's already gone to the hospital, which is what I suspect, or it's not that bad and he's asleep. I call first thing in the morning, and he says, "Good thing you called, I was just leaving." I ask where he's going, so I know what hospital to track him to later, and he says, "I'll be at your house by 2:00!"
What? First of all, even I won't be at my house until 6:00. I ask him to explain, and his reasoning is that he got his tax return and he didn't have anything to do this week, so he decided to come and visit. For a week.
Aside from the general fact that my stepdad and I have never been close (he and my mom married when I was 16 and I moved out a few weeks after high school graduation), he's 80 years old, in somewhat iffy health, he has an elderly used car, and he hasn't driven more than a half hour since his back surgery early last year. Obviously a prime candidate for a 5 hour drive.
He also can't climb steps (there are no beds or couches on my first floor, and the downstairs powder room isn't working), and did I mention, he's allergic to cats. And scared of them.
I can see why I was his first choice.
I suggested politely, and then not-so-politely, when he didn't get it, that perhaps he would like to stay with one of his THREE sisters who also live in Philadelphia.
It finally sunk in that there was no place for him with me, and he said he'd talk to me later. Which apparently meant Thursday, because he couldn't be bothered to call me Tuesday when he arrived, or even Wednesday. There was no communication until I did an online search, found the only one of his sisters with a listed phone number, and called to find out he was indeed there. And now he wants to know when I'm going to take the train up to visit him, because he got a good parking space so he's not moving the car until he leaves on Sunday. And even if he did, he wouldn't drive to my neighborhood because he thinks it's scary.
Sorry for the rant, but I'm just feeling a little fed up right now. 2009 has been too eventful for me thus far, and I'm yearning for a little peace and quiet and uninterrupted sewing time.
In sewing news, I haven't done anything interesting in over a week, just mechanically making TNT tshirts for the two of us from all that Jomar cotton jersey. We need them, I have the fabric, and I don't have the attention span right now for a more challenging project. So at least I can accomplish something while waiting for life to quiet down a little.
Cats are Annie (top) and Archie (bottom). There are no appropriate photos for rants, so I'm sharing a few more of the children.