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[neadods]

I'm home, where Dad seems to be doing pretty well. He was amused by his little ferret "hospital buddy."

Ne'er the less, I have been guilted into going to church with them tomorrow. Mother tried to pull the "make your sick father" trick on something else too - I think it was buying nicer shoes - and I told her to pick her battles. She decided church was more important.

To file under "you can't go home again" - I almost didn't go home again because they tore down all my landmarks to make a certain turn. I blew right past it, and was suddenly looking over my shoulder muttering, "Governer Mifflin High? I don't live near..." Like I know the name of the street! It's been "the street between the farmer's market and the florist" for 40 years!

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[starcat-jewel.livejournal.com]

Boy, does that bring back memories! When I was in college, my parents and I fought epic battles because I didn't want to go to church with them, so then they wouldn't go and would try to convince me it was my fault, that they couldn't go unless I was with them. Needless to say, I wasn't buying.

And then one time they'd actually talked me into going, and then my mother threw a hissy-fit because of what I'd chosen to wear. It was a nice 3-piece green pantsuit with a white blouse, an outfit that I'd worn for job interviews. But it wasn't acceptable because it wasn't a dress! (This was in the late '70s.) I flatly refused to change clothes, and in the end we didn't go at all. Which was cool with me, because I hadn't wanted to go in the first place! Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face...

[neadods.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've had fights like that... now they're just thrilled to stuff me through the church door once or twice a year, and I'll take one for the team. But not often!