I'm not quite sure what happened today, but I'm also not entirely surprised.
So a couple of weeks ago, I RSVP'd to a No Kings rally this Saturday in Wilsonville. I put it on the family calendar with the time and location and everything. Because that's the rule. You want to schedule something, you put it on the calendar. Pretty simple.
Well, this evening, I came home from my appointment with OHSU wound care and I told my mom that they had cleared me to go back to the gym and also to attend the rally on Saturday. This elicited a muttered "oh crap" from my dad, who was apparently just hearing about it, despite him constantly poking around in the calendar and making little notes.
I waited until after we were done watching television for the evening, so as not to ruin my mom's night, and then asked him what it was that he had scheduled. He informed me that he doesn't actually have anything scheduled yet, and it all depends on how his Friday afternoon meeting with Cathy and Dave goes, but his plan was to have me drive him back down there Saturday, if they were inclined to cooperate, and take care of the trash situation, which admittedly is horrible.
So basically, what happened was, he's upset that my event, for which I rsvp'd and reserved time on the calendar like I'm supposed to, could take precedent over his halfаssed maybe mightcould event that depends on two people who may or may not hate us depending on which way the wind is blowing that day. And since he couldn't come up with a logical, reasonable argument why I should drop my plans for something that might not even take place, my dear old dad started in with the usual guilt trip. "Oh, don't you want to save the company? Don't you want to save this family?"
So yeah. Apparently, the halfаssed maybe mightcould plans supersede my RSVP'd and scheduled excursion.
Well, this evening, I came home from my appointment with OHSU wound care and I told my mom that they had cleared me to go back to the gym and also to attend the rally on Saturday. This elicited a muttered "oh crap" from my dad, who was apparently just hearing about it, despite him constantly poking around in the calendar and making little notes.
I waited until after we were done watching television for the evening, so as not to ruin my mom's night, and then asked him what it was that he had scheduled. He informed me that he doesn't actually have anything scheduled yet, and it all depends on how his Friday afternoon meeting with Cathy and Dave goes, but his plan was to have me drive him back down there Saturday, if they were inclined to cooperate, and take care of the trash situation, which admittedly is horrible.
So basically, what happened was, he's upset that my event, for which I rsvp'd and reserved time on the calendar like I'm supposed to, could take precedent over his halfаssed maybe mightcould event that depends on two people who may or may not hate us depending on which way the wind is blowing that day. And since he couldn't come up with a logical, reasonable argument why I should drop my plans for something that might not even take place, my dear old dad started in with the usual guilt trip. "Oh, don't you want to save the company? Don't you want to save this family?"
So yeah. Apparently, the halfаssed maybe mightcould plans supersede my RSVP'd and scheduled excursion.
46-50, M
