Aug 12 2007
Drive Time
Over all had a good time this weekend. Got to hang out with the family, Andy, Mike, and Mindy. It was good. I forget how much full they are until I get to see them again like that. I wish they did not live so far away.
We drove to Dalton Saturday to eat at the depot for Mom and Granddaddy’s birthdays. It was ok, but not some where I am going to ever be thinking that I must go back there.
Saturday night is when we drove to Athens to the old gang for a little while. It was so strange to be back in Athens. The last time I can remember being there was over a year ago when we all went to Dusty’s parents house to hang out one Saturday.
Today I went to church with Mom and Linda before I came back home. It was to a pretty large church. I forgot how nervous a church could make me. I felt so out of place. It was new so I am not surprised. Seemed like a pretty good church, just not what I am used to anymore.
Saturday on the way back from Dalton I ask everyone in the car if it would be ok if we dropped by Dad’s to say hi. They all said it would be fine. I called and ask what they were up to. He said they had got bored of sitting around the house and where out driving (on the way to Athens from Cleveland for those keeping track). I said oh and told him that I was thinking of stopping by and just wanted to see what they are up to. I then said well ok I will let you go then. He said ok and we hung up.
Now for the drive time explication. It is well over two hours to get back to Nashville from Cleveland. Pretty much the whole time I was thinking about the whole Dad thing I just told you about. It hurt me a lot. The last time I saw them was July 7th. I don’t have kids, but I hope I am pretty sure I am safe saying that if I had not see mine in over a month I don’t care what I was doing I would drop it and make a 15 minute drive to see them. I don’t know what I am thinking, because I know I would, I was going to drive over an hour to go pick up one of our kids from church so he would not have to miss the camping trip, so I know I would do it for my own.
The drive time was much to long for me to have something like that on my mind. I fought my self over what I have done wrong, why I am not worth that 15 minute drive. Should I have straight up ask? Am I a bad son? Why would he not jump to get to see me? Why do I still let this get to me? Thoughts like that pretty much over clouded the goodness of the weekend.
On a more pleasant front, I used the Andy cure for poison and I am pretty much no longer itching. Now I just have to wait for the wounds to heal and I will be all set.
Its not YOU that is the problem, its your dad.