Thirteen Hours

...from door to door, to door to door.

I went to see my father in Cowichan Bay today. Up at six to catch the greyhound from Main and Terminal. Transit couldn’t get me there that early.

I made it to Duncan before noon and my dad’s girlfriend Sue picked me up.

At Dad’s house, we had a healthy lunch of grilled cheese made from low-fat cheese and becel margarine. He looks tired and winces in pain sometimes. But he’s alive. Then we talked about iGoogle and he showed me how to read nautical charts. I showed him my garden design and told him about teaching. We have a weird relationship.

Sue drove me back to the ferry. Her teenage daughter was in the car, but she was plugged in to her ipod and didn’t say much. Sue and I talked about property prices and menopause. I really like her. Actually, I don’t know what she sees in my dad, since she is actually very pretty and reasonable and stuff. But I am thankful she likes him.

In the lineup to walk off the ferry there was the most precocious child I have ever encountered. She was so up herself I don’t even know how she was talking. She was all, “They’re going to be delighted to see me!” and when we offloaded, she shrieked, “Small person coming through!”. I was appalled. People with children, don’t let this happen to your child!

I got a seat on the bus next to a fellow with long, tangled dark hair and a violently green hand-knitted sweater. It had some kind of cartoon on it. People were avoiding that seat because he looked a little weird, but I thought he was okay. And he was.

Then my faith in children was restored at the bus stop. Small guy stares hard at the rampant lion in the Birks ad on the bus stop, and then goes into the rampant pose, trying to stick his tongue out like the lion. Cool kid.

It’s been a long day, but I’m glad I went. Dad’s okay.

4 Comments to “Thirteen Hours”

  1. By Arwen, November 26, 2007 @ 5:14 pm

    I’m glad your Dad’s okay; and I think you get a special prize for going to Cowichan Bay and back like that. Because I have a hard time getting down the block to see my mom. Not for lack of love or money, but for lack of zip.

  2. By elswhere, November 26, 2007 @ 8:27 pm

    I think your dad is lucky to have you.

  3. By Liz, November 26, 2007 @ 10:56 pm

    Arwen, it’s not like I do it a lot.

    Els, I hope he thinks so.

  4. By stephanie, November 27, 2007 @ 3:14 pm

    I am glad.

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