Had an excellent visit with my loving father tonight. He stopped by for a few short minutes and was able to share a great number of his thoughts in just that little bit of time.
Summary of visit:
*father told me that I was too skinny. He said you could notice it in my jaws. [My jaws? Aren't those bones? Maybe he meant my cheeks. Which are fine, by the way. If they weren't, then my grandmother would have already pointed that out to me.] *he told me to kick H's a$$ out (once again) and throw his $h!+ in the yard (once again) *he asked me if I'd been doing yard work (as I stood covered in dirt, gardening gloves in hand, shovel propped on porch, and contents of bags of topsoil nearby) *he said that Boxer dog was wild. Too wild! [He said this as he kept slapping him on the rear and raising his hand over his head so dog could jump for it.] *he said Boxer dog sure had porked up. [One of us is too skinny, the other too fat.] *he told me he was going to kill the bird who keeps [edited] on his SUV. The bird must have just decided to make a whole day of it, he said. *he upped the intensity on my weight when he did his blue-eyed glare, complete with vertical eyebrows. He half-shouted, "You need to put on the pounds!" Then he cast his eyes at poor chubby Boxer dog but didn't say a word. *he said, "Send that [edited] some divorce papers!" This was also in a half-shout. *I hugged him and thanked him for coming. As he was getting in his bird-stained vehicle, he shouted at me, "Eat!" I nodded and waved, and then I went inside and ordered a pizza for dinner.
Yet another supportive and productive family moment.
