Early this morning, my arms were elbow deep in soapy dish water when Dad took his position at the side of the sink. "You're doing a good job there, you know," Dad said. " Thank you. I'm very good at dishes. I am a woman of many talents ," I replied. "Well, of course you are! You're my daughter!...What are we having for dinner?" he asked. " I'm not sure, Dad. I haven't even thought about breakfast yet. Let me have some coffee first, please... " Dad continued to stare at me. And then he wandered off to the dining room, through the living room. A few moments later, he had come full circle and was standing sentinel by the kitchen sink. He was silent. He was staring at me. I looked up from the sink. Dad was studying me - scrutinizing every movement I made as if he couldn't quite figure something out. " What is it, Dad ?" I asked. "Doesn't something seem ' off' to you?" he asked, tilting his head...
Notes to My Future Self.