Why are clams happy? And how does one determine happiness in a clam? I’ve seen clams. They don’t seem to display a broad range of emotions.
I mean, I don’t want to aspire to such loftiness as being as happy as a clam, but since it is Sunday, and Sundays tend to be gloomy for me, I am looking for reasons to be grateful.
I was going to write a whole blog post about this, but I can’t. I’m processing in a big goddamn way.
I left work at noon on Friday because my mom called and they were at the hospital. My dad had a heart attack.
If you have been around a while, then you know my dad is a malignant narcissist.
Everything about this has fucked with me. I will leave it at this. He is okay. He will probably come home on Monday. Maybe Tuesday.
I fed him food. I wanted him to be comfortable.
I think everything is fine right now. He does have congestive heart failure and walks like Tim Conway as the old man on the Carol Burnett show. I don’t think he’s going to be around a super long time.
I am happy because my mom is okay. And my sisters and I don’t have to worry, right now, about dealing with the death of our father.
Which is awesome because death sucks. I fed him a turkey sandwich and felt guilty about every fucking word I ever wrote about parental narcissism.
Because he is frail and I am not.
I have never, even once, heard the Baby Shark song.
Randy made queso fundido for lunch. I also have left over Chinese food for later.
In just a few weeks, we will have five of our grandkids in the same room. The stars have not aligned like this for years. I am so grateful for this opportunity. I’m glad that our kids and all of their spawn will spend the holiday with us.
I guess it is the season for giving thanks.
I’m going to try to keep this trend going.
So tell me, what are you grateful for?