Not Remembering

Monday, April 21, 2014

Up early. Off to the gym. Then to walk the pups. Found Rob and Betty in the process of walking the kids. Rob was so tired, I sent him back home to rest. Returned home and then to work. Deadline tomorrow night. Mom was up when I returned home from the gym. No rest for the weary. Calls while I worked from Mark D. (the clinic is in need of new shrubs), Bob H. (question about an abstract I put together), and Betty (Charlie is fixing the leak and she’s getting a new sink in the process). So I took an enforced break. Had some tea and some raisin bread—speaking of which, there was a hard boiled egg in one of them. An Easter design, just like my grandmother Guiseppina (dad’s mom) used to make. I asked mom if she remembered dad’s mom. She does not. Then I asked her if she remembered her own mother. She does not. Says it was too long ago. How sad it must be not to remember your own mother.

 

 

 

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