Monday, April 11, 2016

Driving Dick Dastardly




My dad and his wife, Margaret, and her granddaughter, Lucy, came to San Francisco on holiday recently. Margaret’s daughter, Jo, had started a few months’ work placement in the East Bay so it was a happy coincidence that I happened to live nearby and, not to take it personally or anything, was available for chauffeuring and sherping duties.


While Jo was, unfortunately, having to work (damn these companies with their stupid rules!), I rashly offered to take Dad, Margaret and Lucy sightseeing. The only slight drawback was that I own a tiny convertible mini and my hubby has a 2 seater Mercedes, neither of which could be considered ideal for driving 5 people around! Luckily, my daughter owns a more sensible 5 seater, 4 door car and, with the organizational and peace-keeping negotiations of a highly-skilled NATO ambassador, I was able to persuade her to lend it to me. She struck a hard bargain though and I was down a complete inside/out cleaning valet and a full tank of gas each time!


My 80-year-old father has a very bad knee so I organized a mobile scooter for him at the last minute which, although it did break down into four parts, needed Iron Man to manhandle them up the 2 flights of stairs each night into his 2nd floor Airbnb apartment! Every time we went out, we would have to heave them down the stairs and into the boot (trunk) of the car and then reassemble the damn thing wherever we went. It obviously helped if Dad remembered to bring the sodding key though.


Like Dick Dastardly from Whacky Races, he careered around at top speed, whizzing along like he needed to get everywhere yesterday and complaining loudly at other people on the sidewalk (“Get out of the way, you blithering idiot!”). One person he bumped into very kindly suggested, as the back of his legs were being mown down, that it might be good if my father could remove his finger from the accelerator lever! And if it hadn’t been for Lucy risking life and limb throwing herself in front of him and grabbing the brakes, he would have driven straight into one of the ornamental ponds at the Japanese Tea Gardens. 


Despite the devilish scooter, we had a lot of very lovely days out, and I somehow managed to keep my patience and sense of humour despite the many, many miles (note to self: check with google maps next time of the exact distance of your planned scenic drive instead of simply guessing) of the beautiful Californian coastline, majestic redwoods, rolling Marin hills and Dad complaining about my driving and demanding to know what the population was of every bloody town we passed through. 


(As a side note, I am not entirely sure how population figures are calculated, but Stinson Beach, for example, apparently has a population of 356, according to the sign we passed as we entered the tiny picturesque seaside town. What happens when someone dies or a baby is born or a gaggle of students move in? Does the local sign-maker have to rush along and modify the number? Does someone go around knocking on doors to find out how many people live there? Perhaps someone just makes it up, based on how many surfboards or dog turds they see around the town on any given day?)


My kids were also happy to see some family and we had a number of very enjoyable meals together, something that we all miss now that we live so far away from our relatives in the UK. I just wish my 19-year-old son could have chosen a different occasion to show off his burgeoning love life, as he proudly displayed his first shocking red love bite for all to see!


And I won’t go into the Fawlty Towers’ farce of Dad’s Airbnb apartment (let by an over-sharing, non-stop-talking madwoman with hoarding issues, who hadn’t cleaned or tidied, went under a false name and kept popping back to pick up something she’d forgotten, nearly causing my Dad to have an aneurysm) as we would be here all day, but we all agreed it was, at least, in a fabulous setting in the Marina district of San Francisco. And you know what they say … location, location, location!



I absolutely LOVED having this time with my dad as I hardly get to spend any time with him now that I moved 5,000 miles from my homeland. I have some wonderful memories and my fabulous and extremely patient hubby and I really enjoyed being able to entertain family in our home, but I must admit to the teeniest, tiniest bit of relief that I am not having to drive down to San Francisco every 5 minutes and can claim back my Fridays for writing.


14 comments:

  1. Tap tap tap...a most enjoyable read!!!

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  2. Never a dull moment with family, is there? Glad to see you survived to write about it! Now, I think it's time to ditch the car and take a nap. :D

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    1. Thanks Jilanne. Luckily I like driving :)

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  3. OK you are TOO funny! Love the idea of a little sign maker hustling numbers! :) (meagan)

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  4. Glad you had a good time with your family! You know, it might've been worth the photo opportunity to let your father go into the pond...

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  5. I love the pace of this Claire. Phew! Visits from far away family are wonderful and exhausting aren't they?! I know exactly what you mean - except for the mobile scooter and the son with love bites!!! Great details!

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    1. Thanks Emily. It was really lovely to spend time with Dad and his wife and family though.

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  6. So funny! Love the Dick Dastardly and Fawlty Towers references--could totally picture it. Your post brought memories back for me of wheeling through the MPLS skyway with my grandma in her wheelchair - maneuvering the business folk in our last minute Christmas shopping frenzy. She got so spunky telling people to move! You have a great story teller's gift! What fun.

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    1. Thank you Cindy. I think people get to an age where they just don't care about what other people think!

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  7. So great to get more glimpses into your fun life, and such lovely memories with your dad and family. Loved the pictures especially Dick Dastardly, and how you compare him to your dad and his scooter - priceless! Really enjoyed reading this!

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    1. Thanks Deborah. He is very grumpy-old-man these days! Thanks for reading and commenting.

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