Dad and I were planning to spend time together for quite some time.
Ever since I moved to my own site, we rarely get to do that.
When I was living at home, Dad made sure we spent time in the neighborhood shopping, eating, and having fun. She’d also do the same with my sister so we both think quite close to her; Despite working full time and raising several kids, Dad has consistently been there and I think quite fortunate to have her in my life. Last weekend, I had a day off so we chose to head to the neighborhood like we used to do. Every one of us got a mani-pedi, did some shopping since I needed a Winter time coat, and went to eat at our number one steakhouse. I don’t have a automobile so Dad picked myself and others up and dropped myself and others to my new home before heading home. When I was unbelievable and watching TV, she called in a huff to say my sister had messed with the control unit. Dad has this outdated control unit that I consistently say is held together by some form of magic. She says she is saving up for a smart control unit and sees no need for a upgradement at the moment. Dad had set the control unit at a particular setting and warned my sister not to touch it. But, when we were away, she got uncomfortable and went to adjust it hoping Dad wouldn’t notice; Unfortunately, the control unit stopped working and the new home felt so chilly that evening. Dad had no opportunity however to book for an HVAC expert to come and upgrade it the following day since Winter time is close.