I don't want to spend a lot of time on this subject, because first of all, it's my dad's business and not mine, but secondly, I don't think dwelling on it is good for anyone. But who cares! Let's dwell just a little because to not dwell is to not acknowledge how gross some people are in this world and miss the opportunity for the rest of us to reassuringly think to ourselves, "at least I'm not that big of an ass. Jeez, how did you become so horrible? If I were you I'd hate myself."
As my last post alluded to, my father was treated with very little respect by his company and he chose to handle it with the same level of integrity and self respect with which he handles everything. He graciously said goodbye and walked away. I, on the other hand, totally lost my shit and wrote that thank you letter.
He's been retired for two weeks and he's OK. He promises. I've sworn to stop nagging him about it, so I'm just going to have to take him at his word. To be honest, he actually does seem pretty OK. I think being able to focus on my mom and himself, rather than feeling as though his soul is slowly being squeezed in a vise by a bunch of spineless lemmings who probably have the combined brain cells of a half-dead starfish* that's been surviving off of biohazardous waste left behind by cruise ships is good for him. (Dwelling.) And honestly, there's something to be said for waking up every morning and NOT having to walk into a steamy cage of mutinous vultures** who wreak of rotting integrity and ruthless desperation that only rivals a medieval prisoner captured, caged and left to die in his own filth. I mean, really. It's gotta feel good to not be there. (More dwelling. It feels so good, doesn't it?)
So now you're probably thinking to yourself, "what now?" Well folks, that's an excellent question. What I/we know right now is that my mom is continuing to improve. She continues to get better at cheating during speech and occupational therapy. "This maze doesn't make any sense. This bird is too big to fit through there. He should just go this way." (Draws line around the maze to the end point.) Smooth. And she's also been getting a lot stronger. She's even started walking a little bit without assistance....I haven't seen it myself and mom refuses to tell me about it, but both dad and Dee have seen it with their own two eyes. Because of the continued progress, rehab has been extended until mid-July. We don't know if they'll keep extending, but if they do then obviously staying in Chicago is a priority. Now, let's say that they don't continue to extend the rehab which doesn't result in me throwing an enormous fit and causing a scene because not extending the rehab would be an absolute injustice....if that happens then we pack things up, give the decomposing starfish and shameless birds of prey a good wave goodbye and head for the sunshine state.
* I have nothing against starfish and in fact I feel badly equating any creatures intelligence to that of my fathers ex-coworkers.
** I would like to call particular attention to the vulture reference here as this animal is known to purposely defecate on it's own feet as well as projectile vomit up to 10 feet when defending themselves against predators. I know, right?
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