When I Fall...

Saw my father fall down yesterday; I think it was the first time that I'd ever seen that.  He's not that old and feeble, which is nice. Got right up and went back to what he was doing.  What do you do in a situation like that?  I wanted to tell my wife, but he grunted at me when I was about to.  I thought he was being macho or something.  Thought maybe there was some kind of male bond or male protocol that I had missed.  Protect your brothers, I hear.  So, I didn't say anything.  Didn't want to let my wife know that my father had showed a weakness.  Thought I was saving him some of his dignity.  But, no.  My efforts were very much a waste of time.  He went home and told my mother and sister that he'd fallen down.  That grunt that I had heard wasn't an "unsaid rule" between the two of us.  Maybe it was just a grunt.  Thought I was protecting his honor by keeping it on-- as the kids say these days--"the down low."  On top of it all, my mother was mad at me that I failed to tell her about the fall.  

Here's something new.  My father-in-law is moving in with me.  Crazy, eh?  Nothing like adding a fourth person into a tiny house.  It completely screws up the family dynamic that we have created for the daughter.  Don't know how it's going to work out.  All I know is that it's the right thing to do.  He has a...for the lack of a better word, a large personality.  Now, I know someone wants to bust out a fat joke or something.  That's not what I mean.  He's very old school.  I've always pictured that he could fit right into being a father from the '50's.  Let's see: very strict, very set in his ways, and he's never, ever wrong.  I do like him a lot.  Never thought he'd be living with us. 

When I was a kid, I looked forward to marriage because I'd assumed there would be an endless supply of sex and freedom.  Well, I was wrong on both accounts.  But the one thing I didn't think about is true.  There's plenty of love.  Plenty of people whom you can depend upon.  When we first moved back to the valley, we lived with my wife's parents.  They took us in, no problems.  Whatever they had was ours.  Marriage works both ways, I find now.  We'll take him in, no problems.  Lord knows there won't be any love making or freedom for some time.  But, hey, I can live without.  I've been married six years, remember?

On a side note, it seems that somebody I know very well had his testicles felt up by a hot doctor.  She told him to put a towel under his sack while she slid him under the MRI.  Tests came back negative.  Dear, boy, at least you had your sack felt by someone other than yourself.  Geez, the only variety I get these days, is if I decide to pee using my left hand instead of the right.  Glad you're okay though.