Rest in peace, grandma

Mom and dad arrived at my place for a snack on Friday night. Kathy called to say that she'd gotten me a ticket to see Pirates. Dad had some things to finish at work, so he took mom with him up to the school.

When they got there, there was an incident in one of the afterschool programs. A large autistic kid had walked into a class that he wasn't supposed to be in and began to disrupt it, throwing things around and being a nuissance. They located the mother and began to talk to her. She became very defensive, accusing the school administration and staff of discriminating against Asians (the kid was Korean) and the mentally challenged.

In the middle of this argument, my mom got a phone call, and then handed the phone to my father. He then announced that he wanted to continue the conversation with this woman some other time, because he had just learned that his mother had died.

Incensed that he had been so rude as to answer his phone in the middle of their conversation, she lit into him. He spent the next half hour writing an incident report about her child.

After that there was a second incident in the gym, which he also had to write up. It's unusual that there would be two on one day.

Dad isn't in very good shape, but he's also not in any shape to take time off work at the moment. With his new job he inherited a one big disorganized mess that really needs to be cleaned up. Soon.