You know what was weird though?
I spent the whole weekend with my dad. In Iowa. And actually had a nice time? I mean, if you’ve followed me for long enough and payed attention to my text posts you know that’s hard to come by. It was about a 5 hour drive to our hotel and we listened to the Hobbit audio book all the way there (Good Omens on the way back, hell yeah) and it’s really stupid but it almost makes me so nostalgic I actually feel a little teary. When I was a kid we did road trips all the time and listened to Lord of the Rings audio tapes. I’ll never forget those. It just felt so good to be on the road, even if it was just to Iowa.
We were about a half hour away from where my sister lives so we’d listen to music from my mp3 player on the way to her house and we had actual conversations about music. He told me that the first album to make an impact on him was Abbey Road, which came out when he was 12. I was 12 when I discovered the Beatles. Like father like daughter?
I even played him some modern music (I mean, he tried to tell me he was up on current music but lol no he’s not he didn’t even know Nirvana made an unplugged album.) This was the first time in a while I’ve had a proper conversation with my dad.
I also haven’t spent any one on one time with my dad in years. He has to take care of my grandpa with dementia, so he’s always there. Even if one of my aunts or uncles takes him for a weekend his girlfriend always comes over on the weekends.
The whole meeting my sisters family went well, it was nice but I think the quality time with my dad is what I liked best about this weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I will probably be all like “fuck I hate him ggrrrr” again in a few days when he decides to say something stupid, like he does, but I tend to forget that he really isn’t all bad. I think I also forget that underneath all the bullshit, I do love him.
