Cat-man-doo

As I settle in here in Marion, I am having pretty good success in avoiding The Fran.  Not 100% success. 

I was sitting in the living room (also known as "the museum" by my mother) on my tablet, and she is all inquisitive about what my tablet is.  Keep in mind she has a Nook.  Then she just starts to babble.  About nothing in particular.  Not that I was listening; OK, I was listening, trying to be a sponge to scribe later about it.  It was just coming way too fast.  Jab, jab, cross, hook, upper, upper.  Too much!

On Wednesday, we are going up to Put-In-Bay, an island off the coast of Ohio in Lake Erie.  It's a non-stop party on a boat.  You have to take a ferry over to the island.  Evidently it was important in the War of 1812.  Dad is telling me all this (I have been there a few times), and TF is repeating it.  Then we get to the Accu-Weather forecast.

"What is the weather supposed to be?"  I look it up and it is chilly and isolated thunderstorms.  "All day?" Yep, that is what it says.  "Well, I have a rain coat I can wear on the boat."  We're not going for three days, Fran.  "Well, it's still a nice coat."   Just go with that!

Then she starts talking about the War of 1812 - I believe that she was alive when that happened.

She is just a fucking parrot of whatever Dad says.  Oh, you have to see the film that they show at the Perry Memorial.  Oh, we need to go to the motor car museum - Dad used to race cars there back in the 50's and he donated his trophys and pictures to the museum - isn't that what Dad just said?

For some reason (and I am not complaining), Dad invited a neighbor to a cookout on Sunday.  he also invited his daughter, who I went to high school with, but who was more of a friend to my sister.  Fran asked Dad three times within a span of 15 minutes who it was that he invited. 

Every conversation occurred exactly the same.  Who is this? How do you know them? Is this the person with the dog?  Fifteen minutes later, it happened for the 4th time.  Craziness!

Fortunately when Jill and her partner and Dad were here, TF did not embarrass me or Dad.  Until right at the end, when they were leaving.  TF starts talking about some fucking cat.  How this cat saved some dude's life, and how this cat is some miracle.  Jill's partner is totally confused.  "Do you have a cat, Fran?" he asks.  "No."

Turns out it is some internet cat, not that you can't find that online if you just jiggle your phone.