hizgeorgiapeach
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My turn for someone to pass the cheese.... because I've got to rant and whine for a moment before I explode and become a ravening madwoman..... So I was sitting working earlier this morning on various inventory tasks and such.... trying to at least pretend I was being productive.... and into my office toddles my father. (You know the one ... stroke, brain damaged, that I was stupid enough to move back in with me from the nursing home a few weeks ago.) Down he plops himself into the spare chair in my office, and orders me (not asks - Orders) to stop whatever it is I'm working on, that he has decided it's time for me to do the typing for him while he works on writting his "personal history." Apparantly he's decided that the drek, drivel, minute`, and trivia of a completely uneventful life in absolute and utter obscurity will somehow be "fascinating to the masses" if published as a biography. 99% of it is stuff that even HE doesn't give a flying flip about - much less anyone ELSE on the planet caring anything about it. 75% of it has been him simply repeating - again and again - the same things that he's already said and insisted that I include in the "ongoing file to be turned into chapters for a book" that he considers this "biography effort." I looked at him, when he issued the order, and informed him (politely, mind you) that he needed to rethink what he was saying - I'm not his secretary, nor his servant, and I do not take Orders from Anyone - besides which, I was Busy with Business, and that takes Priority over trivia. He ignored me, and started to drone. And kept droning... on, and on, and on, and on... about things he's said 11 times in the past several days since he decided that His Personal History was somehow IMPORTANT - to the entire world - and Much More Important than ANYTHING else I could Possibly be doing with my time. So I closed down the portion of my brain that actually allows my ears to function (a trick learned as a parent, which is coming in increasingly handy once again) and kept working on work until I was actually Finished with what I had started. And he was still droning. I got up, informed him that I was going to the bathroom, and left the room - and he kept droning, expecting me to hear his rather quavery and weak voice from the other room, through a closed door. I got back, thinking to check my email to see whether something in particular had been responded to - and he was still droning. Four Seperate Times he got up stating that he was going to the bathroom - and then to take a nap - and he continued to drone while HE was in taking care of "business" - only to return when finished, declaring that he'd changed his mind about taking a nap, and I was to get back to work typing His Personal History For Posterity Because It Was More Important Than What I Was Doing. He's been droning for the past Four Hours while I worked on other things, cleaned house, dealt with phonecalls (all while he never quit talking other than long enough to draw breath). Finally, a few minutes ago, he once Again said he was going to go take a nap. Now I get to wait and see whether he shows back up here in my office in 10 minutes to start droning at me again, or if he'll actually go pass out for a while, just so I can get a bit of PEACE....... Yeah, I know, I should probably be taking 'every opportunity to enjoy quality time' with him, and 'thankful that he still has enough of his brain left TO remember anything from his past." All I've been able to think today, though, is how Appealing the idea of Duct Taping His Mouth Shut is becoming. And, of course, to ask myself internally about a dozen times, "What the hell were you smoking when you made that decision, you moron?"
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