| Okay folks. So you crossed enough appendages to see my Dad through the angiogram. There’ll be a follow-up request for when he goes in for his bypass surgery within the next 30 days, but for the time being I’ve another request. See, our family’s pretty…er…messy with regards to generation lines. You know those family tree diagrams that are usually so straightforward? Ours isn’t. No, none of us are products of incest. That I know of anyway. Dad had three children with his former wife (before Mum). They’re pretty old now ('cos he’s ANCIENT!) and they’re in the UK. We don't have MUCH contact with them, which is a shame, but when jokes go around (as they're want to do) I'm horrified astonished to find that a sense of humour is congenital.
As you know, Mum is in the UK too at present, but she’s staying with her side of the family. So, to relieve Mum of some of the ‘burden of notification’, I (foolishly?) took it upon myself to inform my three half-siblings of Dad’s condition. I figured that they’d probably rather hear it from one of our nuclear family than wait until they see it on my blog (which I know some of the family read too – HI!). But I fear that one of my half-siblings may have sent a letter to Mum asking why she hadn’t heard about the procedure sooner. The joy of being a member of a family of letter-writers. So, poor Mum has had to deal with a) not being happy in the UK, b) her dearly beloved going under a knife (well, saying ‘under a needle with a catheter doesn’t quite explain it) and c) her DD ‘selling out’. ARGH. I don’t think the remnants of the bottle of Port that Mike and I left in the computer room would be enough for me under those circumstances, so I think she needs a big ol’ virtual hug. Even if you’ve never met her. Come on Altos (and Brett!). You know what to do. P.S. I’ll be back to blogging about the centre of the universe soon, I promise. Just that nothing’s really happening in my gravitational pull. Besides which, if the centre of the universe can’t use her blog for parental benefit every now and then, what’s the point? |
Nomes' Mum- Please know that there is a cadre of friends who are thinking of you, and sending you lots of warm wishes. You gave us Naomi, and the LEAST we can do is say thank you. *HUGS!*
Love, the big bald Baritone (brett)