My extremely unsentimental father is on his own now, my mother died last year. He is concerned with getting their house in perfect shape for the heirs to sell. I dreamed last night that he was improving the house by taking out the stairs to the basement, what was left was very precipitous - as in completely vertical and three or four stories' worth of height. In his enthusiasm he had trapped me in the attic with some small flowers, resembling one of my mother's pots of African violets, which were dying and which I needed to get to water. My sister (AKA "The Rock") was deputized to climb up the skeletal structure which was left and persuade me to climb down, which she did. I descended, clutching the flowers, and stated that "It wasn't as hard as it looked".
It probably connects with yesterday's green technology post also. I'm putting it up as a t-shirt on redbubble.
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In news related to the explanatory paragraph, I've been making dinner for my father a couple of times a week. When asked if I'd be making dinner tonight, he replied he'd be happy to do so if I wanted Safeway pizza and french fries for dinner. Guess who's making dinner...