Today, I had to go with my father to the stairlift joint. He has a plan to put two straight stairlifts in, something that the stairlift people say will not work if you have a 45 degree angle turn in your stairs, resulting in a pie shaped landing.
We got honked at from behind when he quickly braked to get into a left turn lane. I let it go.
We missed the right turn because I couldn’t change his course fast enough. I let it go.
We turned left as he wanted rather than right as I wanted at the next turn. I let it go.
We missed the turn into the place even though I was chanting “Right Now, Right, Now!” He told me he wasn’t looking at the big sign. I let it go.
We tried to back up out of a bus pull off into a traffic lane of a major road. I let it go.
You see, this is what I have to do with my parents. I have to let things go. They just can’t do what I want them to do, so I let it go and just try to do it again. I know that demanding more from them will not work; they are limited and stress does not create change.
They are away this weekend and I won’t have access to a car. I let it go, just like I let go the story session last week or the lobbyist job for trans, or whatever the hell else. I let it go.
I think about people are incredibly judgmental. They always know what is right and how other people are wrong, are fuck-ups. They can’t let things go, even when it is none of their damn business.
But when people attack or demand, what else can I do but let it go?
That seems to be the only choice.