The blood of a thousand gypsies runs through my veins
Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniSo, a couple weeks ago, it being the Season an' all, I sent my father and stepmother a Real!Maine!Wreath!, tracked it 'til it was delivered and forgot about it.
A week after delivery, my dad calls me up to thank me for the wreath, which had been left on the enclosed porch of their trailer, only...they're not living at the trailer anymore; they've moved Yet Again (fifth time in the last eight years). They're now living with my stepmother's daughter, a woman I know only by the name of 'Ruth' (who discovered the wreath when she stopped by the trailer to pick up the mail).
When my dad was going to tell me this, if he hadn't been prompted by the arrival of said wreath, God, She Knows. But anyway.
He gives me the new address. He gives me the new phone number. I dutifully write them down. Today, as I'm making up the holiday card list, I realize that I need to check the zip, go over to the USPS site, and? The address my dad gave me -- there's no such a one, or any variation thereof. So, OK, fine, he's been known to muddle street names from time to time. I call the number he gave me to ask where on earth he really lives, and? The phone hasn't been installed yet, though the number has been issued.
*drums fingertips on desk top*
All righty, then. I'm sending the card to the old address. That should at least eventually get me a phone call.
I'm flashing back, here, to all the parental wails of, "I called. Where WERE you?" "Aren't you EVER home?" and "You moved AGAIN?" that marked my twenties and early thirties...
A week after delivery, my dad calls me up to thank me for the wreath, which had been left on the enclosed porch of their trailer, only...they're not living at the trailer anymore; they've moved Yet Again (fifth time in the last eight years). They're now living with my stepmother's daughter, a woman I know only by the name of 'Ruth' (who discovered the wreath when she stopped by the trailer to pick up the mail).
When my dad was going to tell me this, if he hadn't been prompted by the arrival of said wreath, God, She Knows. But anyway.
He gives me the new address. He gives me the new phone number. I dutifully write them down. Today, as I'm making up the holiday card list, I realize that I need to check the zip, go over to the USPS site, and? The address my dad gave me -- there's no such a one, or any variation thereof. So, OK, fine, he's been known to muddle street names from time to time. I call the number he gave me to ask where on earth he really lives, and? The phone hasn't been installed yet, though the number has been issued.
*drums fingertips on desk top*
All righty, then. I'm sending the card to the old address. That should at least eventually get me a phone call.
I'm flashing back, here, to all the parental wails of, "I called. Where WERE you?" "Aren't you EVER home?" and "You moved AGAIN?" that marked my twenties and early thirties...
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Date: 2006-11-22 07:43 pm (UTC)Hmmm, is he just naturally vengeful?
My father can't remember my address or his; when he wants to contact me, he usually googles me, goes to my site, and writes to my SFF address.
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Date: 2006-11-22 08:17 pm (UTC)Just occasionally muddled. And it occurs to me that I actually do have a way to get hold of Ruth. In one of those truth-has-it-all-over-fiction moments, it happens that Ruth's boyfriend is the ex-husband of my brother-in-law's wife. So I can get a phone number as soon as Bren gets home from work.
My father can't remember my address or his; when he wants to contact me, he usually googles me, goes to my site, and writes to my SFF address.
I love it. My father has a computer, but refuses to do email.
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Date: 2006-11-22 08:41 pm (UTC)Uh...huh.
::leaves to find coffee::
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Date: 2006-11-22 08:46 pm (UTC)Bring me one, too, willya?
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Date: 2006-11-22 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 05:48 pm (UTC)