Tonight I am at the office, working late, and thinking about Dad.
For those of you who have been following, and who offered your kind support (thank you very much, once more!), I think I should give a little news.
Dad is still hospitalized in Trois-Rivières. He is held under close observation but he is stable, and doing well, given the circumstances. Soon (hopefully) we’ll know when and where he’ll get transfered. That will be either to Montréal (please pretty please!) or Québec City (Noooooooooooo, that’s about three hours of drive from my home in Montréal), in a hospital specialized in cardiology.
So for now, all’s left for all of us, is to wait and hope nothing bad happens while we do.
Now, tonight I was thinking about Dad, and what makes him so special. And I kind of realized how his sense of curiosity was much sharper than the average Joe’s.
Because of that, all his life he did things others didn’t dare to do, went to places where others wouldn’t even think of going, and therefore, gathered a whole lot of knowledge that probably just rarely come as handy, but still. He knows a lot. About everything.
If I wanted to mock him, I’d say that he simply did it to beat everyone he knows at Trivial Pursuit. Because he does! He is just unbeatable. Even after a stroke, and a serious surgery, he could answer almost every question we threw at him (Little Bro had brought a box of questions).
It’s a fact, Dad is curious about everything, and it’s always been this way. And he developped something really funny, which I hadn’t put my finger on before this evening. Before that, I thought he was just trying to be annoying, or practicing to win a Guinness record of number-of-questions-asked-in-a-row. But I think I got it now.
Having such an acute sense of curiosity must have an effect on the brain. I decided it had to. And because of all the years of intense curiosity, after a while, Dad developped reflexes the average human brain doesn’t have. His sense of curiosity sometimes switches to autopilot.
Let me explain.
When Dad did things that really required his full attention (usually, that means watching TV), his brain remained curious, but couldn’t do much, without Dad telling it to ask questions… And it created the autopilot mode!
When on autopilot, Dad’s brain is allowed to gather information, using Dad’s mouth, as long as it doesn’t disturb every fonction having to do with watching TV (such as, “watching the TV” “listening to the TV” and “having occasional access to the mouth to stuff snacks in it”!)
And believe me, Dad’s brain loves to get the control over things! Brains are control freaks!! And it starts asking question after question, no filter on, too happy not to have Dad telling it that “This is stupid” or “That’s rude” or silly stuff like that.
And that gives converstations like the following:
Dad and I are sitting on the couch, in the living room. Mom is upstairs, and the phone rings.
Dad (whose hearing is not great): What was that?
Me: The phone, Dad.
Dad: Who is it? (remember that Mom is upstairs… But lucky for me, I heard that it was my grand mother)
Dad: What does she want?
This is just an example. But you get it, right? On autopilot, Dad’s brain will ask questions as long as there is someone to answer them. I’m sure if I had given a reply to that last enquiry, I would have been provided another question right away.
Ok, that’s probably not what’s going on in Dad’s brain. But it amuses me to think so… So from now on, Dad does have the autopilot option.