Is it live or Memorex?

I am back. I know it is a holiday Mondy up here in the great green North, but why should that stop me. I got to see, and hear, my father in law twice this weekend, so I have to report. It is getting to be very sad, yet rather funny in a cruel and demeaning sort of way. I would like to say that his grasp on reality is slipping but it has been for some time and I wonder if he ever really had a grasp on it.

On Friday, he, not once but twice, had to tell me that "he cannot get over how clear the picture is on the television". I think he tells me this every week, which is why I have been avoiding being in the room with him when the television is on. Eventually, I will snap, but not quite yet. The truth is that he cannot get over how clear the picture is. They went for about 25 years with a fucking Zenith television with big ass wood console in their living room. We, us and my sister in law, bought them a new television because the color on that Zenith was shot, not that my father in law would admit it, or possibly could see it. People had orange, green or purple faces. They looked like fucking Oompa Loompas, but he could not see it. It was not until the "new" television that he realized that the color was off.

Beware the dude who clings to the past and believes his senses to be not only infallible but true. These people are dangerous because they cannot see but think they see all. They avoid reality like the plague and hope others do their bidding for them.

This story gets more bizarre. He cannot get over the picture yet that fucking piece of masking tape remains because he cannot comprehend the red LED light. It is better to hide it but he does not question the fucking tape on the television. My head starts to spin when I ponder that one.

We jump ahead a few minutes later and there is a commercial with a baby on it. My father in law calls out, "Hey, big boy." and then proceeds to do his "bird call" which he does to children. He believes that kids like it so he tends to do it to any toddlers he sees. To him, they like it, to those around him, he is just a creapy old dude, but of course, he cannot see that. Anyway, there I am, left to wonder. Here is a man who cannot get over the picture on the television, which suddenly becomes apparent when he is talking to the screen. Is it live or is it Memorex?

Well, there you have a tale of the downward cognitive spiral. Sad but true, yet funny when you take a step back. Gotta Run! Ciao!