Dear Jessica Brennan,
Over the time of our Covid-19 incarceration, Dad and I have played a few times, a little game called “Would You Rather”.
- What 2 meals would you rather give up in a day?
- Would you rather be too hot or too cold?
- Would you rather get up early or stay up late?
Dad would never give up dinner, and I wouldn’t want to either, but I am more sensible and know that if you only get to eat once a day, likely it should be at lunchtime.
Dad would rather be too hot. He would like it to be 102 and humid every day. He is freakishly attracted to miserable heat for a man born in England. I would prefer to be cold rather than hot.
Dad would rather stay up late. I get up at 6:15AM, just after Dad has fallen asleep.
At first as we played, these glaring differences sort of surprised me.
- Would you rather be 10 minutes early or 20 minutes late for every appointment for the rest of your life?
We both answered emphatically at the same time:
Dad: late
Me: early
Who could actually live with themselves knowing that for the rest of their life they are going to be that guy. The guy who holds up all of planet earth for an extra twenty minutes? This is the kind of shame I could not bear, but Dad just said, “What am I supposed to do for ten minutes if I’m early all the time?” He hasn’t figured out that this is why the good Lord invented social media.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised though. The same day I wrote this blog, I watched him walk up a flight of stairs headed for our evening chat on the deck. His hands were free of any items, while I followed him with my shoes hanging by their straps over one finger, a cushion tucked under my chin, my phone shoved in my bra and carrying two glasses of wine.
- Would you rather carry everything or not?
I guess I would rather, or I wouldn’t do it, right?
Love,
Mum xo