It's Saturday, Dad
I had a really odd conversation with my dad today... involving a letter board that I drew on a
piece of paper. By pointing at letters, he asked what day it was and how he got to the hospital. "Who sent me?" I related the story of how he got there, from Monday to Saturday the present moment. And then he drew a compass rose in the air, and wanted to know what direction the window was facing. The sun has not shone through the clouds since his arrival at ICU
(gimme an I, gimme a C, gimme a U, gimme a f'ing ICU, RAH! our team is #1, go fight win!)
We discussed Celestial North and decided that the window face southeast, just the same view as my son's birth day in the same hospital, when I was pushing out Wonder Boy in a floor above ICU, but still the same orientation to the universe. I hope to goddess that he sees another window, another view of the blue sky, the moon, the sun, the stars before The Old Navigator leaves permanently to go check the weather. (Years ago, that was the joke. Old navigators never die, they just go check the weather.)
I was wearing his coat. When he opened his eyes to greet me (that needs quotes - "greet" me), they flew
immediately to his coat and a furrowed brow... "you've got MY coat on." I said, "well, I'm cold and I don't
have a proper coat, so I'm going to buy one when weleave here today..." I trailed off, but his brow was smiling at me.
Later, I showed him my new powder blue ski jacket. And tomorrow, I'll show him my new longer black "professional" coat. With the button-in wool lining. He always did take an interest in whatever outerwear I wore. It's a dad thing.
piece of paper. By pointing at letters, he asked what day it was and how he got to the hospital. "Who sent me?" I related the story of how he got there, from Monday to Saturday the present moment. And then he drew a compass rose in the air, and wanted to know what direction the window was facing. The sun has not shone through the clouds since his arrival at ICU
(gimme an I, gimme a C, gimme a U, gimme a f'ing ICU, RAH! our team is #1, go fight win!)
We discussed Celestial North and decided that the window face southeast, just the same view as my son's birth day in the same hospital, when I was pushing out Wonder Boy in a floor above ICU, but still the same orientation to the universe. I hope to goddess that he sees another window, another view of the blue sky, the moon, the sun, the stars before The Old Navigator leaves permanently to go check the weather. (Years ago, that was the joke. Old navigators never die, they just go check the weather.)
I was wearing his coat. When he opened his eyes to greet me (that needs quotes - "greet" me), they flew
immediately to his coat and a furrowed brow... "you've got MY coat on." I said, "well, I'm cold and I don't
have a proper coat, so I'm going to buy one when weleave here today..." I trailed off, but his brow was smiling at me.
Later, I showed him my new powder blue ski jacket. And tomorrow, I'll show him my new longer black "professional" coat. With the button-in wool lining. He always did take an interest in whatever outerwear I wore. It's a dad thing.
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