I have noticed that my father has become, well, edgier in his old age.  My my mother, C, has apparently chosen to document this.  Extensively.  Personally, I think this is because C realized that she was pegged as the parent closer to the verge of hysterics and she’s now enjoying not being the “crazy one.”  Last week, my father tagged along with C and me to the antique market.  We weren’t even out of the parking lot before my father announced that he may buy a gun today and he isn’t going to register it because he doesn’t want the government to know that he has it when it takes over.  And then he quietly threatened an old woman who dared to walk in front of our car.  C responded by texting me, “are you HEARING this?”

Thus, I should not have been too surprised that my father freaked out when Atlanta iced over and he couldn’t leave the house.  Or shocked when I got a string of texts from my mother fully documenting the event.