Da da

My dad called Sunday.. he very nearly got.. stung? bitten? killed? by a rattlesnake. He tells me he was up hiking (mm.. getting stoned, perhaps) on Superstition Mountains down in the valley when a rattlesnake crossed his path. It was apparently hissing and chasing after him. He said he had to keep backing up a good 10 yards or so before the rattler finally lost interest.

Then he told me that instead of coming to visit like he'd initially planned, he and my stepmom have instead planned a cruise for mid-June departing from Ft. Lauderdale. He asked if that was near enough to me that we could get together and grab a bite to eat. Wait, so instead of taking a couple days to spend time together as we haven't seen each other in nearly a year, he's trying to fit me in for a quick beer before he sails off around the Carribean or whatever. Aww.. how thoughtful.

Nah, I'm not bothered really. I'm happy for hm. It sounds like he's really getting his life together in a lot of ways. He's never been anywhere aside from a visit with family in California or New Mexico once a decade, so this should be nice for him. I can't help thinking his new wife is turning him sort of.. yuppie. The last thing I could ever imagine him as. But he's going on cruises and hiking mountains and things. What's next.. tennis?

I guess I'll see them soon enough upon my arrival.

Hmm.. kinda bored. Gotten through 2 or 3 books in the past few days out of sheer boredom.