Monday morning, after a walk in the misty air, I watched CNN with Dad for little bit. Claudia made risotto with spinach and sun-dried tomatoes for lunch, and we finished the carrot cake as well as the cheesecake. We chatted more about the new house and Suzanne's upcoming move. Then I left about 2:30 for Cynthia's. As we stood near the door, Dad said, "You've been a good daughter" and something about seeing each other in heaven. I know he must have been thinking about his illness and its possible outcome. It is difficult to know how to talk about it. I want to be hopeful, yet I know the prognosis is not good.
That night Cynthia and Bob took me out for my customary breaded pork tenderloin, unseen here on the west coast. Tuesday morning Cyn stayed home from work to keep me company till I left about 10 for the airport. As we talked about Social Security, arthritis and such, she commented on how funny it sounded, for us to be old enough to be concerned with these aspects of aging.
Randy picked me up at the airport, and I was back home, almost as if I'd never been away. Wednesday I did laundry, stopped by to see E and the children, shopped for groceries, and went to a movie with Dena. We saw Ordinary People, winner of the Oscar for Best Picture of 1980. I had recently thought about this film, wanting to see it again, so when the local theater included it in its classic films series, I jumped on the chance. Choir practice after supper, then to bed.
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