Sunday, June 21, 2009

Dad's Lack of Communication

My dad isn't very good at communicating with us. Yesterday, Dad and his wife were sealed in the temple. Dad called Rachel yesterday and asked her is she was coming to the sealing, to which she asked when it was because Dad hadn't told her previously. Dad, for some reason, can't tell us anything more than a couple hours in advance. Last time they went out of town, a few weeks before, I asked Dad if he was going to give me a birthday present this year, and I said I'd want something from Deseret Book or Seagull Book and Tape, and they said they could get something from there when they went to Denver, but they didn't say when they would be going. Then, a few weeks later, I realized they were leaving town when I realized they had taken the dogs to the kennel. The following day, Saturday, at around 3:30 to 4 pm, Dad told that I'd need to get a ride to church the next day because they were leaving for Denver in a couple hours and I'd need to feed the fish while they're gone.

The time before that, I asked Dad for a ride to the Relief Society breakfast that was held on an early Saturday morning and I was told that while I was there I should get a ride to church for the next day since they were going out of town. That's how bad it is.