I found out this afternoon that my dad’s surgery went well. I found this out because I arrived at my father’s house to do a few errands for him as he was finishing up a conversation with his neighbour in the driveway.
“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re doing well,” Neighbour said. “Call me if you need anything.”
So, prospective tenants and neighbours get to know. Daughters, not so much.
I may sound it, but I’m not actually bitter. Or even surprised. This has been SOP in my family for a long time.
In other news, Neighbour had to call the OSPCA to come in and retrieve a sick raccoon from under his porch. My dad thinks it may have eaten the rat poison that the restaurant up the street puts out near its garbage.