My conversations with my father have become very different than they were a few years ago. Now he walks with me down the driveway and asks if I am going back to Montpelier this evening. I turn to him and tell him no, I'm staying here tonight. Its easier to continue the fantasy and answer with a statement with what I think he will want to hear.
Once in awhile he'll take some of the cord wood and cut it into tiny useless bits of kindling. At first I didn't want to let him have the ax but we've given in for now and let him cut up some wood. He only cuts up about three pieces of wood. I don't like to watch him doing it.
2.11.2010
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