Polish

I visited Dad and my sister today. Dad was silent, but he's always been very quiet. My sister wouldn't stop talking about her new phone. She kept taking pictures with it, all the time, claiming that she liked taking candid shots best. It was the first Christmas that I spent with Dad and my sister since being released from prison. I thought they would have questions, but they didn't ask how I was doing or what I was doing. It was strange. I guess it was kind of a relief though. How would I explain to them my passion for butter? They wouldn't understand. Dad would shake his head, my sister would take a picture of Dad shaking his head.

After the ham and green beans and baked potatoes, we looked at old family photographs. I miss Mom. I didn't get to attend her funeral and I asked my sister where she was buried, and she told me that she'd been cremated. When I asked where her ashes were, my sister didn't say anything but looked at Dad, who remained quiet.

When Dad finally did speak, he told me that I needed ambition, that he was tired of seeing me making no progress. I got angry because I am making progress! He just doesn't see it!

I left early, because the weather was supposed to get ugly, and watched Mythbusters. There's a saying that Guy always brings up: You can't polish a turd. He says this all the time!

On this episode of Mythbusters, this farcical idiom was tested and was...BUSTED.

http://dsc.discovery.com/videos/mythbusters-polishing-a-turd.html

Merry Christmas!