I woke up feeling like I had a nightmare. Maybe it was the bread I had before bed.
I suddenly felt sadden by the fact that one day my parents wouldn’t be healthy anymore.
Mom is 71 and dad is 77.
I’m lucky that they are both in decent health at the moment.
I decided that I need to be more proactive about making my time spent with Mom better.
I asked if she can teach me line dance. She was so thrilled!
She taught me Cabollero. It was hard! She said I did pretty good .
Then she taught me an easier waltz like dance.
It was still pretty hard!
But being a bit hard is good.
Mom said she has 200 dances in her head, and about 1000 dances that she just needs one or two walk throughs to remember. Wow. I’m so impressed and proud of her!
Makes me respect her more too.
Otherwise I got a bit bored and impatient with her stories, which are more boring now than say two years ago. Not sure if it’s the pandemic making good stories more rare, or aging of the brain.
Then we watched Men in Black. It was good times!
I still haven’t heard from Alex, and I still think about him. I replace the thought with an image of a bunny each time.