Primo called twice yesterday which made me a little bit cranky and then I felt guilty right away because at least I am not the one stuck with a feeble, whiny old man.
Primo: Can you stay until Tuesday?
Me: I thought I was coming back on Monday. The funeral is Sunday.
Primo: I know, but you have the funeral leave--
Me: I am super busy at work! This is a huge project!
Primo: I know, but also, the miles to go back Monday are really high. And I could really use your help on Monday. I need to get my dad into assisted living and I haven't had time to do anything. You could really help me.
[My sister: What is he doing all day down there?
Me: Hanging out with his dad.
Jenny: That's it? Isn't he making arrangements for assisted living and cleaning out the house?
Me: You know what Primo's like. He is not a good multi-tasker. He can do only one thing at a time. If it were you or I in that situation, we would already have that house cleared out and a place for him to move to.]
Me: You mean I could throw away crap in their house?
Me: Oh man. I don't want to. I don't want to be there.
Primo: But I want you here. And I have done things for your family. Of course, they have always been nice to me. But I went for your mom's 70th birthday and for your brother's 50th and for your sister's wedding, all in a pretty short time.
Me: Yeah, but those were fun events and nobody in my family has ever been nasty to you.
Primo: When my dad dies, you won't have to spend much time. It won't matter what Ted or Jack think. But I need you here now.
Primo: Besides, my dad keeps telling me to give you his best. I think his attitude is changing.
Me: He is going to have to do a lot more than tell you to give me his best. That does not make up for the past ten years.