So. For some reason I am in Kansas, shopping at Walmart with J's mom. We decide to "run by the farm" to visit my dad. We get there: he is living in a property across the street from Great Grandma's house, and I will not be allowed in because he's having surgery done. It turns out this is surgery to fix a burst abdominal wall, which he has been dealing with for months by wearing a saran-wrap girdle that makes him look more bloated than ever. He tries to tell me there's nothing wrong, really, but when I look in the back yard I see a tribe of pygmy Sikh warriors doing drills. Their leader comes up to my dad and tells him, "No worries, we have arranged the sale of the property so your bills will all be paid."
So, basically, my dad was selling the farm to pay for some surgery he could have easily avoided if he'd taken care of his health, all while trying to act like he wasn't having any kind of problems. It's typical of the family in many ways, really.
Also, I keep wanting to do brave things, and then J distracts me with offers to do other things that sound really fun to me but are probably much less stressful. He must have my best interests in mind but some little part of me would really like to see him hanging out with his friends instead of avoiding them, but at least he can't say it's because I'm not willing to hang out with them! (And I wouldn't imagine they'd written him to tell him to keep me away from them, I'm not that paranoid. Usually.)