Some follow-ups on the items I covered in the Q-View this year.
Dom Days ended in the spring when his “mama” completed her work at community college, and they did not continue this fall because school is now much closer to home and mama is home most of the time.
I don’t see him nearly as often, but we did have some pool time and beach time this past summer and Christmas this past week. He is still highly inquisitive and highly active. He wore his new Spiderman costume on Christmas Day and last weekend when we gave him his gifts at our own small family gathering he changed into his new Spiderman shirt and pants. He had a great time with the robot we gave him–it even “toots”. On Christmas Day, he kept us safe with his new lightsaber. He’s taking karate. He’s growing physically and intellectually.
Mom continues to soldier on, as mentally sharp as ever. She remains a voracious reader. Library books are delivered to her periodically. I signed a copy of my novel for her because she asked. She’s been trying to read it for a while. I’m waiting for the critique. The novel is violent in places, and there are a few F-bombs sprinkled in. It’s tough knowing your mother is going to read your work.
She leaves me alone to cook, mainly because she is usually taking a nap. Routine has become random. She may be sleeping when I get there, or she may head for a nap at 5 p.m. She may go to bed at 11 or she may stay up until 3 to watch a movie.
On Christmas Day, she didn’t want to go out. She was recovering from feeling poorly so she missed Christmas Eve at my niece’s and Christmas Day at my brother’s. I visited on Christmas Day before I went to my brother’s. When I got to Mom’s, she was washing up. We conversed through the closed bathroom door. Fifty-five minutes later, she emerged. In the meantime, I had cleaned up in the kitchen, changed her bed, and started a load of wash.
She sent me to Wawa for a turkey hoagie and orange juice. By the time I returned, she was asleep on her bed. Sigh. Total time spent in the house: 90 minutes. Total face time: 5 minutes.
Anyway, the cooking thing–since I have become such a pasta-cooking guru, my wife volunteered me to cook dinner for nine people on New Year’s Eve. Wait. What? Thanks, Ter. Of all the most unlikely paths of my life, that is the unlikeliest. Me cooking dinner for people outside of my family? Right. So far no one at the party last night has died–that I know of.
2018 was certainly the year of the unexpected.
More coming.
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