Day 101. Late? Never!

My father was the kindest, nicest, most understanding, most forgiving, most even-keeled man you’d ever want to meet.  But he did have one obsession.  Being on-time.

He was actually incapable of being late.  And if you were late, it drove him nuts.  And, made him hot under the collar.  His idea of being on-time was, in fact, to be fifteen minutes early.

So when you showed up on-time, at the exact time you should have, in his mind you were already late.  It was his one peculiarity.

As a result we all danced to his tune (or at least his watch), in our house.  Or at least my mother did.  When my parents were going out, my mother would start getting ready hours early.  It drove me insane.  When we were all going, she used to want me to start getting ready when she did.

On principle I’d refuse.  Plus I also knew that my ‘preparations’ never took me very long.  I knew exactly how much time I needed.  And so, we’d play this little game.  Parry and thrust.  At Continue reading