I've started this entry multiple times. Not having news feels good and bad. No news is better than bad news. Clearly. But no news feels like stasis. I won't lie, it's still not easy. Sometimes I just cry....and not in private. It sneaks up on me. Like on the subway ride home. "Don't mind me, I'm just going to sit here and have a very personal moment in a public space that is enclosed so sorry strangers, you can't get away from me." Thank you New Yorkers for pretending you don't notice what's right in front of you.
Anyhow. I think we're all getting used to life more every day. Mom goes to out patient rehab for half-days three days a week. Mom and dad go to dinner together. They get manicures at their favorite neighborhood salon. They call me on speaker phone and banter back and forth while I listen. Just like old times. Mom lovingly giving my dad shit, dad pretending to be hurt by it etc.
She called me the other day to ask me to call my dad for her...
"Barrie. Can you call your dad and ask him what time dinner is and if he is picking up flowers on the way home?"
"Dad. Mom asked me to call you and ask you about dinner and flowers."
"What, are you her assistant now?"
"Just call her back."
She called a few hours later to see which one of us had failed to follow instructions. Turns out dad came home without flowers. But why didn't she just call herself? Well because the caretaker made it clear that she "shouldn't bother Mister Stanley at work." You know who she didn't say that to? Me. Classic Pam.
