not a flash in the pan

Scott and I just got back from having dinner with Dad.  It was nice, we ate at Fernandos, a rather 3rd rate Mexican restaurant in West Omaha.  But the waiter was nice and the food wasn’t terrible.  Just too high priced for the quality.  Unfortunately, down in South O there are far better ones that provide much better fare!

I was kind of wondering going in to dinner whether Dad’s interest in Scott’s and my wedding was just one of those things that came up and would soon be forgotten.  But no.  Dad kept asking questions about it.  When were we going to do it?  Are we doing it tomorrow… which in and of itself is quite interesting.  Monday, April 27th was the first day we could apply for a marriage license.  But tomorrow, April 30 is actually the first day we can get married (unless we’d applied for a waiver.)  It was just really interesting that Dad is following all this so closely in the news that he is aware of the timelines.

Next he wanted to know if, after I made Scott my wife, if he’d take my name!  LOL.  Anyhow, I said no, we were going to hyphenate our names… he thought that was pretty good.

Now, that was pretty much the repertoire for Dad.  When are we getting married? What are we going to do about our names?  Oh, and what are we going to wear.  If you know Dad, he has his little repertoire that he almost seems to have prepared in advance.  When we get together, he’ll start in on his questions, and after a couple of minutes, he’ll start over.  So we’ll have variations on the exact same conversation several times for the evening.

In this case it was about Scott and my marriage… a marriage that we’re having primarily because, well, Dad wants to attend it!

In other news on the Dad-front, I got a call this morning from New Cassel.  They wanted to tell me “the whole story” so that if he started in to tell me it, I wouldn’t become concerned… Now that’s a sure fired way to start telling me something guaranteed to get me concerned!

It seems that two gentlement had gone to breakfast this morning, and had just gotten in line when the fire alarm went off.  It was a scheduled fire drill, nothing to be worried about.  After the all clear these two gentlemen returned to the dining room for breakfast, and had to wait in the lobby for the dining room to reopen.  These two gentlemen are a bit slow-moving.  When the doors finally opened, they started their journey towards the door, when Dad, a much faster walking individual came along, and popped in front of them.

One of the gentlemen took umbrage at this tactic of Dad’s, and grabbed Dad’s arm.  A verbal altercation ensued, and the other gentleman shoved Dad.  Dad’s hand was cut and a bit bruised.  But in the process the other gentleman was knocked to the ground (not be Dad but as a result of his own shoving of Dad.)  Dad, being the “wonderful gentleman that he is” (the words of the New Cassel staff) Dad attempted to assist the other man to his feet, but was rebuffed.  Dad was then taken to the health clinic to have his cut cleansed and bandaged.

The staff assured me that in no way did they consider Dad to be at fault.  The other man’s family was called, and they and the man were told in no uncertain terms that the shoving match was not the way to handle conflict.

All in all, it was kind of funny to me… in particular because they weren’t too upset by it either.  In fact the staff person who called me actually kind of chuckled while telling me.

And that is that!