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Father Goose
By juliezavala in My Turn
October 12, 2010

Image After running some errands Dad and I went to Riverside park. We sat on the same bench we were on last time we were there. It was cool under the trees and a nice breeze was blowing. I had a bag of bread to feed the ducks and geese and we threw some onto the ground to a few black birds. Pretty soon ducks and geese were swimming towards us in small groups, quacking and honking as they moved across the pond. Something else was swimming our way too--rats! Quite literally, there were two big nutria rats (I think that's what they're called) swimming in the water and then not so timidly climbing up the bank towards us. "Feed those ducks", my Dad said, and then pointed at the rats. I told him, 'Daddy those are rats!' "They're rocks?"he asked. I said, 'NO. They're RATS! R-A-T-S!" He looked again. "Those aren't rats!" he said (my Dad is blind in one eye and maybe he's more blind than I thought). I told him I wasn't going to feed those big, ugly rats any of our bread. "Rocks?" he asked. I gave up. On the way home we stopped at Walgreen's to get his prescription the hospice nurse had called in for him. I picked up some more diabetic socks (they don't bind the ankles) and then searched the shelves until I found an earwax cleaning kit. Tomorrow we're going to see what we can do about this communication problem.

Tonight we watched an old Cary Grant movie called, "Father Goose". I remembered watching that movie when I was a little girl. My Mom and Dad took all six of us kids to the drive-in movies to see it. All of us packed into our car with a Pic, a lighted coil of mosquito repellent, perched on the dashboard. We shared popcorn and cokes from the concession stand. Tonight it was just Robert, Dad and me watching the movie on Netflix in the living room. The movie was still as good as I remembered it and I understood the adult innuendos that had gone completely over my head as a child. After the movie Daddy stood up and told us good-night. I followed him to his room and asked him if he needed any help but he hugged me and said he was fine. Don't mean to be a pessimist but we'll see... he said something about the military before he shut his door. Oh Father Goose movie! I hope you weren't a bad viewing choice!

Tomorrow, I'll call the Senior Care people and make an appointment to speak to one of the owners. It's pricey but my Dad is worth it. Hopefully they'll have a good sitter for him that will appreciate his great sense of humor.