Jesus. Sounds like your family shares something with mine. They've stopped telling me about dad getting hit on his bike (and I never freaked out at all the others,) I find out about pregnancies and marriages awfully late or only with prodding... I'm glad he's only out a phone.
Progress photo, sans fucked up paint: [link] With notes.
ita, that would infuriate me. Wow. Of course my dad didn't tell me he'd been diagnosed with prostrate cancer until AFTER THE SURGERY, so yeah. I'm right there with you.
Shit, ita! Glad it turned out ok. Someone should have told you sooner.
Our birthday is in 11 days. How old is your dad going to be?
Goodness, ita. I'm glad your father wasn't hurt.
Good grief, ita. Thank goodness he's all right! And everyone else, of course. Why wouldn't they tell you that? No, never mind, that's the kind of thing my sister would "oh, by the way," in at the end of a conversation about tomatoes or something.
My dad's side of the family is that way. My folks didn't mention one of my aunts died until nearly a month after it happened. They're not close.
My sisters, however, tend to call each other the second after something happens. So we've got that going for us.
So glad he's ok, ita!
And sounds like my fam, too. My mom has this...thing where if my sister knows about something (my sister lives in the attic) then I know about it. Through amnioosmosis? Which I don't have.
If something happens with my dad or my brother, I pretty much have to rely on my mom or SIL to tell me, and that's WITH talking to those men regularly. Hell, it was my mother who emailed me to tell me that dad got the call his sister's cancer was back and it was terminal. He did get better about passing along the news, but even then, he was only getting it because either John would call, or mom would make my dad call if two days had passed.
But even she doesn't tell me about the bike accidents. But I think she's just grown numb to them.
if my sister knows about something (my sister lives in the attic) then I know about it
Sounds like a pretty good movie.
Yikes, ita. I'm so glad he's okay.
My father used to do the same thing when it came to my mom's health until my brother and I put our collective foot down. No more calling when she'd already been in the hospital for three days, and it wasn't looking good. Argh.
Go, sara! What fantastic work. I'm really really sure I wouldn't have the patience or persistence to tackle that project.