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2003-10-12 Thanksgiving 2003 We've just gotten home from a nice Thanksgiving weekend up north at my grandmother's. Normally, we'd still be there, since Canadian Thanksgiving is always on the Monday, but since my mom works at a company that calls American businesses, she has to work tomorrow. We got up there on Friday night around 9pm, unpacked the car, and sat around in the living room with my nanny, Uncle Mel, Auntie Margaret, my cousin Craig and a friend of the family, Stewart. They were watching (ugh) baseball, but anything can be entertaining with my comedian of a cousin in the room. He and I ended up staying up until 2:30 in the morning drinking beer and chatting. On Saturday, Sherry, George and Hayley came up and spent the day with us. We mostly just hung around, I played with Hayley a lot (of course), and in the evening we had our turkey supper. My grandmother had also bought a cake for my cousin's 30th birthday which is on Monday. In the evening, I chatted for awhile with Stewart, mostly about Scotland and the customs her family used to hold (she's originally from Scotland and still retains her accent which is awesome), and once again, Craig and I stayed up until around 2 am drinking beer and chatting. Ah, Thanksgiving: weekend for much beer. On Sunday morning, I woke up feeling pretty down because I knew that my dad was going to tell my grandmother about losing the car. In fact, I knew he already would've done it when I got up since he woke up early to watch a car race, and it was before everyone else was up. She asked me what I thought she should do, but I couldn't give her any advice. I'm hardly impartial to the whole thing, and I was pretty confused about my emotions on the whole thing. Finally, she decided to bail my dad out. Again. She wrote out a check and (hopefully) that means that we'll get to keep the car. I'm not quite sure how to feel about this. I could sit here and say I'm taking the "higher ground", that I believe 100% that she shouldn't have done it because we're not teaching my father any lessons by bailing him out again. But let's be honest here about how I honestly feel. Part of me think she shouldn't have done it because it's not fair to her. But part of me is also feeling this guilty relief that we'll still have a car. The only consolation I have, if you could call it that, is that I don't think she did it for my dad. She did it for my mom and I, and for herself too, since she really likes it when we can come up. But I'm hoping there's a way I can regulate this. I thought that my dad wrote checks to Ford so the idea was to supervise him writing them out and addressing them every month. But he just has them take it out of his bank account directly. So the current idea, if it's allowed, is to call Ford on Tuesday morning before I go to work and ask them to please call me (or even better, to email me) if he misses one month. That way, if something comes up and he misses, at least he won't be able to lie to us and have 3 months go by with no payments being made. It's the only way I can see, but if anyone has any suggestions of a better method to make sure the payments are made, feel free to email me. Anyway, all in all, it was a good weekend. |
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