Normally I try not to complain, I want to find good in people. I'm thankful that I am still alive after my ordeal last New Years. I sincerely want to avoid negative people for I believe they pull you down into their depths of self-pity like no one else can.
I want to greet each day with a smile on my face and joy in my heart.
That being said, I had the crappiest day ever! Why? Well, let me set the scenario for you....
Three days ago I said to my Mother, age 89, would she like me to cook a special meal for my Father's birthday? He turned 93 today. So, of course, she said yes. It was decided after speaking with Dad that I would make Chicken Cutlets, Mashed Potatoes, Gravy, Cauliflower & Broccoli with a cheese sauce, side salad, fresh Italian bread. Mom, who bakes very well, made a special dark chocolate cake with a berry filling and chocolate icing.
My sister and I shopped yesterday, and I cooked most of the day. Everything turned out really tasty...and we sat down to a nicely prepared table that Barb had set using her good china.
My hubby had come over earlier in the day and lent a hand with some of the fixings. My brother-in-law, Larry asked Joe if he could check out a broken door handle - luckily Joe was able to fix it.
The dinner went well, everyone enjoyed the meal and everyone complimented my sister and I on it.
Well, everyone was so full from the meal that we waited until after 8 PM to have the cake....Mom lit the cake, Barb asked Joe to take pictures as he had his camera with him.
As we are eating the cake, people were kidding around with each other. Barbara got targeted as a "bad" driver and was being ribbed by Larry, Joe and myself for some of her driving habits. Please understand we were not yelling nor being mean to Barbara....she does things like waiting for traffic to be clear for about three miles on each side before she will pull out of a shopping mall.
My father, for God knows what reason, slams his fork down...looks directly at Joe and says...."You have some nerve to talk about driving"..."You of ALL people" ...my poor husband looked blank...in 38 years of driving he has only had one ticket! He said "I don't know what you mean Charles?" So my father says "What about the station wagon I GAVE you?" Joe pissed by now says.."Oh, the one where the tranny fell out two weeks later??" Dad started to say more but by this time Joe was REALLY pissed so he grabbed his hat and headed for the door.
The upshot of this is that Joe said he will never step a foot back in this house...
At least that's how it stands right now. The main problem is that I am pissed
and I am very angry at my Father. He was rude, ill mannered and I don't care that he is 93 or 109...rude is rude. He took a really nice day, an enjoyable family and made everyone miserable.
So my question is this...why are old people so dam mean? Is it that they feel the approach of death and want to be as mean as they can so maybe the grim reaper will pass them by???
My sister Barb tends to calm me down....I'm glad she's here. But for right now I really regret planning anything for that old stinker.
Oh, I know I'll calm down eventually but please, please shoot me if I get like that......