“Tinny and Glandad” leave for Singapore tonight, after a final flurry of yard work and moderately irritating lectures. Fortunately I’m pushing 40 at this stage, and couldn’t actually tell you the content of any of the lectures in any detail. My tuning-out ability has reached maximum levels on topics about which I’ve decided my parents can teach me nothing.
There are plenty of other topics, however, so for that reason I’m always glad to have them come to visit.
Maybe next time, I can convince them to come for a week, then do their while-we’re-here side-trip or cruise, then come through for another week. Two weeks straight of them in my house, blocking my office, getting all up in my routine, is too much.
As my dad keeps saying, of course, every trip out here could be their last. I’m not going to start believing that for another 5-7 years, but I guess it’s important to them. And they had fun with the girls. So that was good.