I call before I come...

... I don't just pop over out the blue.  I thought people in their 80s were more likely to have good manners.  If you call someone when en route to their home, that does not count.  Call me before you leave your house.  Maybe I have something to do. Maybe I'm having other people over.  Maybe I just want to lay around naked on my couch and have a lazy evening.

I've been going through a lot lately and I have been at my parents' house for over a week.  I'd mostly been stuck in the house, with a car that didn't work, so I've only seen one friend and none of my family other than my parents and brother.  The UniverSoul circus was in town.  Tonight was the last night and I was going to go the last show w/ my mom.  Someone probably thinks I'm making a big deal of it, and maybe I am, but I frankly don't care.  I wanted to spend some time doing something I'd enjoy, and doing it with my mom would be a bonus. But instead I sat in my room, watching the clock move closer to showtime, with no signs of this old man shutting up.  So we missed the show, and I am very frustrated. It's just another disappointment in a long line of recent disappointments for me.

Moral of the story, call before you come.  And don't call when you are already on the way.  Call before you leave.  Be courteous. It isn't that hard.