i was attempting a little fun photoshopping with this photo a'la "amelie" but in reality it came out kind of scary... so i apologize, there will be no photographic accompaniment to this random post. my office is currently blazing hot... i think the heat in the building is at the same level it was at when it was 15 degrees outside, but it is, in fact, 65 degrees outside today. the heat and the stifling boredom, leave me here... feeling like melting, but somehow typing away at my keyboard... not doing work-related things, of course, but typing nonetheless.
so there was one little incident i thought i'd mention from my little holiday in houston. at one point, my dad was discussing the need for more grandchildren to help us all recover from our pity-party. i mentioned something about wanting to help him out, but being limited by nature and her vicissitudes. he then said, "you do know how to get children, right?" "um, yeah... adoption?" i said this because i had no clue what to say in response... i'm too young or too old to be talking to my dad about sex, and i figured at some point my mom probably mentioned to him our difficulty producing offspring... she was many wonderful things, but tight-lipped was not one of them. i was just in shock that he would ask this in a slightly elbow-jabbing way.
a couple of weeks later, the topic came up again in relation to my either getting or not getting a more inspiring, profitable career based on whether or not we have wee ones in the near future. we were on the phone, so i figured i'd pony up. i told him we were having some trouble in that department... he asked how long, and i told him that we'd been trying for over a year. he said he knew... my mom hadn't kept it to herself. he asked what we were going to do about it... i told him my whole theory about stress and it not being a good time to seek help. he agreed but suggested that i talk to a doctor at somepoint soon-ish. overall, it was a good conversation, but i couldn't help but think, "so, if you knew, why the HECK would you ask me if i 'knew how to get children'?!?!"
in short, my dad is loving in his own way, but sensitive... he is not. my mom was always good at smoothing out his sometimes rather rough corners. it's going to be an interesting rest of my life...
so there was one little incident i thought i'd mention from my little holiday in houston. at one point, my dad was discussing the need for more grandchildren to help us all recover from our pity-party. i mentioned something about wanting to help him out, but being limited by nature and her vicissitudes. he then said, "you do know how to get children, right?" "um, yeah... adoption?" i said this because i had no clue what to say in response... i'm too young or too old to be talking to my dad about sex, and i figured at some point my mom probably mentioned to him our difficulty producing offspring... she was many wonderful things, but tight-lipped was not one of them. i was just in shock that he would ask this in a slightly elbow-jabbing way.
a couple of weeks later, the topic came up again in relation to my either getting or not getting a more inspiring, profitable career based on whether or not we have wee ones in the near future. we were on the phone, so i figured i'd pony up. i told him we were having some trouble in that department... he asked how long, and i told him that we'd been trying for over a year. he said he knew... my mom hadn't kept it to herself. he asked what we were going to do about it... i told him my whole theory about stress and it not being a good time to seek help. he agreed but suggested that i talk to a doctor at somepoint soon-ish. overall, it was a good conversation, but i couldn't help but think, "so, if you knew, why the HECK would you ask me if i 'knew how to get children'?!?!"
in short, my dad is loving in his own way, but sensitive... he is not. my mom was always good at smoothing out his sometimes rather rough corners. it's going to be an interesting rest of my life...
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