Lunch with Dad
I just finished having lunch with my Dad and although nothing profound was said I think it went ok. Dad said he'd stopped drinking which is great! It's always hard when a parent drinks because you expect your parents to be responsible and not do something silly or self destructive which is what people do when they're drunk. I realized at lunch all we talked about was drinking (Amira came too) and I wonder if we should have or not. I mean when someone's an alcoholic does just talking about drinking make them want to? Anyway I did tell my Dad that we don't drink as much as we seem to. We just tell him about it because he doesn't get all mad or offended like other parents. I think maybe sometimes I embellish our drinking stories just a little bit because I want a parental reaction. Dad's just not the type to get mad over that though. Anyway we had lunch and then he just left! I thought maybe he'd want to hang out or something and I think maybe I did want him to hang out a little but we didn't have anything to do so I don't know what I wanted. When he left I must have sounded weird because about 10 minutes later he called and asked if I was ok. We decided we are going to have lunch like this every month which is good. I think the more time I spend around Dad the more comfortable I will be with him. When we said goodbye and I told him I loved him I think I really felt like i loved him a little more that usual which threw me off balance too. I mean whenever you say you love someone obviously you do love them but once in a while it feels more tender. Like maybe you love them just a little more than you normally do. That's how it felt. Now I'm home, laying on my bed basking in the sunlight pouring in my window. It's a nice day in Davis today. Plus my dad gave me $40. I should go do something!