Observations on quality time with my 84 year old father, day -4
I wrote this about two weeks into my stay, when I had more of a sense of humor (before my mother died). It summed up many of my observations about his idiosyncrasies:
An Ode of sorts to “The Loid”
Most of the time I feel as if I must avoid the Loid.
He’s like a mental hemorrhoid
There were times when I was overjoyed
like a perfect haircut from Mayberry’s Floyd
What part of his brain has he employed
as he stumps those partial to Jung and Freud?
Onward, through his unchanging rituals like a spitting, microwave soiling, time sucking droid.
Extreme water picking negating the need of an Altoid.
At least he’s never addressed an African-American as a “Negroid.”
Heavens to Betsy! Better yet: Heavens to Murgatroyd!
© Curt Weiss 2014