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This day has been the sort that you just endure until its over, and it's getting worse.
Two people are undergoing surgery.
The first is my father, and no, I'm not going into the details on LJ. When I called home to find out what was up with Dad, my mother would only tell me that he was still in surgery and she'd call later - but her idea of encouragement was to say "don't worry" (Hello? Father? SURGERY?) and to advise prayer, because being worried about my dad is not reason enough for her to forgo yet another dig about my atheism. Silly me, I thought we could put that off until we had the by-now 15-year-old annual fight about hauling me unwillingly to church on Christmas Eve.
The other is David Tennant, who has a slipped disc, poor guy. They say he will not be back in Hamlet "before Christmas," and since my tickets are for the 29th, my chances of seeing him are probably nil.
Plan B is taking their offer of exchanging tickets (but I think Hamlet is the only one with a Monday performance) or seeing Hamlet anyway (it's not like the RSC does bad performances)... but in that event, I do wish it was a play I was fonder of.
I hate waiting. Mother hasn't called back yet. He's out of surgery okay; we will know more tomorrow, and Mother reminds me that no news is good news, although frankly? I'd rather have hourly "no, everything's fine" messages.
Two people are undergoing surgery.
The first is my father, and no, I'm not going into the details on LJ. When I called home to find out what was up with Dad, my mother would only tell me that he was still in surgery and she'd call later - but her idea of encouragement was to say "don't worry" (Hello? Father? SURGERY?) and to advise prayer, because being worried about my dad is not reason enough for her to forgo yet another dig about my atheism. Silly me, I thought we could put that off until we had the by-now 15-year-old annual fight about hauling me unwillingly to church on Christmas Eve.
The other is David Tennant, who has a slipped disc, poor guy. They say he will not be back in Hamlet "before Christmas," and since my tickets are for the 29th, my chances of seeing him are probably nil.
Plan B is taking their offer of exchanging tickets (but I think Hamlet is the only one with a Monday performance) or seeing Hamlet anyway (it's not like the RSC does bad performances)... but in that event, I do wish it was a play I was fonder of.
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Much as I hate to say this, the bit about: advise prayer, because being worried about my dad is not reason enough for her to forgo yet another dig about my atheism sets off alarm bells. If (avert!) anything should go wrong, it sounds as though you're being set up to take the blame because you won't play along with the religion thing. ("You wouldn't even PRAY for your own FATHER!")
This is a really toxic meme, and I mention it only because I'd hate to see you get broadsided by it with no chance to mentally prepare. Note that even if your father pulls thru this incident just fine, the threat remains for anything else that arises in the future.
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Oh, she's already told me the parable about the girl whose father died and then she broke her mother's heart by not even showing up for the church funeral and wasn't that awful and horrible, and was any belief system more important than her mother's feelings? That cheerful story was told two Christmases ago.
There wasn't much of an answer when I asked if the girl's feelings ever got to be part of the picture, and why one woman's feelings were more important than another's.
By the way, this conversation in her head is now "I was just asking if you'd come to your own father's funeral!"
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Honestly, some people just never grow up, do they?
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