This morning my dad came up from downstairs, (that's where he is supposed to live say the official papers) and said good morning and stood there for a good 5 minutes looking at us.
Then my sister called and talked about his weirdness on her voicemail. Four times.
Not knowing what to say, (because his weirdness is his not mine...I have my own. And it's less weird.), I shared that she isn't alone in having his weirdness rubbed on her. We've learned to live without a dad and so when he does weird stuff...it just makes us more inclined to be happy that we learned to live without a dad.
I'm just lost on how to respond to him though. He wants to socialize and it's just become very difficult to even look at him straight.
Suggestions helpful.
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Some lovely things from my drive yesterday. And other stuff around the house.
Blossoms outside the kitchen.
Old abandoned bakery in Graton. 
Art Gallery in Graton. (I stared with envy.)
Anneliese, being Anneliese.
Anthony...He won't let me take his picture if he knows I'm doing it. Still...he's so cute.
Barn at Sara Lee vineyard.
Newly cut vine.
Just pretty, along a fence. 
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