I realized today what a tiny tolerance I have for firm plans that get abandoned. My dad is going to Denver today to visit my brother. I was supposed to sign a birthday card for Thomas before he left and drop off some spices for his new kitchen. Mom said that dad would be leaving within an hour, so I say I’ll be there shortly, I finish my coffee, go home, get the spices and show up at the house to find that dad has already left. I think I get a bit disproportionately upset at this, but I feel so disregarded– they knew I was coming, and didn’t even give a second thought when dad left and I hadn’t been by yet. No phone call, not even trying to meet up. If I hadn’t gone home to get the spices I would have met up, too… I feel thwarted for going the extra mile.