2005-07-29 - 12:24 p.m. We've moved apartments. I hate moving. I become pretty fairly irritable. Next time we move I'm just going to pay someone to come move everything for me. But, I mean, it is fun, barely standing on a step with a couch weighing down on me. I'm really looking forward to just having a day off. One where I don't have to move or wait for someone to patch a hole or close down the apartment or unpack. Just swim, a little. Read, a little. Eat a lot. On a completely different note: It kind of hit me, last night, that my dad is getting older and he just isn't going to last. I have always been my dad's child. He turned 51 this year. I know that's still young, that if he lives as old as everyone else in his family he's got a good bit ahead of him. I don't really know why I got worried last night. I don't know why it broke my heart, thinking of that phone call, or that hospital room, or that cot in the living room. My dad should be bionic. previous - next