You talk about your family (mom, sister, brother-in-law) in some of your previous posts but you never mention your father. Why don't you ever talk about him? Is he involved in your life?
My father is dead. Thanks for bringing it up.
Nah, I'm just kidding. I have actually written about my father... once. (See this link here.)
(And I think he actually might read this blog now, I'm not sure.)
He is somewhat involved in my life... in that I see him once a year at Christmas and we e-mail each other on occasion. He doesn't really do anything noteworthy or funny, so I don't write about him. He is a quiet man... I think he has maybe spoken 10,000 words to me in the entire history of my life and I don't think that is an exaggeration.
My mom and dad got divorced when I was in my early 20's and he went on to remarry a lady named Joan. Around Christmas, when we get together at their house, Joan always cooks for us and serves us... but she never sits down and eats with us. It's very strange. We never see her eat.
While we were there this year, Ocean commented to me, "Grandma Bruce must like ladies who like Doughboys." Because, like my mother, Joan has a small Pillsbury Doughboy collection her kitchen. And I said, "Grandpa Bruce doesn't like Grandma 'Nita anymore. That's why they got a divorce."
Bah-ding-ding.
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