It's raining. It's going to be raining the entire time my parents are here. I can't do any touristy things with them because they don't want to go anywhere in the rain... unless we go hang out at a local shopping centre, which frankly they could do at home.
I ask them if there's anything they'd like to do. They say they don't mind. They ask what I would like to do. I say I don't mind. I don't know where to take them or what to do with them. They are kind of happy just sitting at home and watching television, but then I feel bad that I'm not being a better host and I think they feel that they're intruding on my life and forcing me to entertain them.
Underneath it all is the unspoken recognition that we are strangers who happen to have a lifetime of history together. We really don't know each other at all; and although there are valid (albeit complicated) reasons for that, it is still very sad.
I ask them if there's anything they'd like to do. They say they don't mind. They ask what I would like to do. I say I don't mind. I don't know where to take them or what to do with them. They are kind of happy just sitting at home and watching television, but then I feel bad that I'm not being a better host and I think they feel that they're intruding on my life and forcing me to entertain them.
Underneath it all is the unspoken recognition that we are strangers who happen to have a lifetime of history together. We really don't know each other at all; and although there are valid (albeit complicated) reasons for that, it is still very sad.
2 comments:
:( I'm sorry.
Will pray for fine weather and Good Touristy Times.
(That's an Oxymoron for ME, but hey, you could try.)
I never thought I'd be sad about rain. I hope things go OK.
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