sweet company

i seem to have the internet back, suddenly. i’m not sure how that happened but i’m going to go with it.

in december i learned that both my mother and my grandmother have (different kinds of) cancer. my grandmother is 90 years old and seems to have also suffered a stroke in the last 6 months, although nobody in my family has been very forthcoming about when that happened. she doesn’t speak anymore except to answer (slowly, with a lot of concentration) direct questions (are you finished dinner; here is your medication) and she is now in a wheelchair full-time. we (my family) went to visit them in january and she did not acknowledge our presence except at the very end, when we were all putting on coats and shoes and my mom thanked her for dinner (even though it was food prepared by the staff; my mother is nothing if not polite). there was a long pause and my grandmother said, deadpan, “i slaved over a hot stove.”

my mother is somewhere in week three of chemo treatments for colon cancer (with something like 12 more to go). my father suggested that this year perhaps i could do my own taxes, which was a surprise (i admit i am a spoiled daughter who was ready to just throw a bunch of paperwork into a shoebox and hand it over). i’m not sure if he just doesn’t want me to come over or if he is still feeling a bit guilty about goofing up last year’s return, or some combination of both. in any case, i said ok. hello, turbotax online.

church is gearing up to start deacon training. at one point during the (fantastically boring) budget meeting last week the toddler in front of us reached up and without warning slapped her father in the face with both her hands, as though she had decided suddenly to start clapping and he happened to be in the way.