He was due home tonight.
But come 6 pm I got the call from the ski area...he'd got a booking for another day's work, sorry etc etc etc...but won't be home.
That's actually how I feel.
But, good little Oyomesan. I put a smile on my face and cooked dinner for Okaasan and Me.
In fact, after a vast, 3-hour lunch with a friend at the French buffet in town, food was, unusually, the last thing on my mind...but have to go through the motions for Okaasan.
And hope she doesn't go thru the "motions" all over the carpet tiles.
I reckon this time the toilet carpet tile isn't worth cleaning and rescuing. Better to throw it out and put down fresh carpet tiles. The toilet bowl mat I cleaned this morning....while I was having a shower.....
At 6.30 pm I went into check that Okaasan wanted dinner.
She had her mouth full of something and waved her hand and shook her head.
You don't want dinner? I looked back at the kitchen where it was all coming along nicely.
"I don't eat".
"You don't want to eat? You feel sick again, is it your side?"
"No, I don't eat at this time. I don't eat in the morning."
"It's 6.30 in the EVENING!!!!"
"Is it? It's evening now? I thought it was morning? oh, ok...I'll eat then..."
And she did. And I guided the conversation around here and there and got her chatty. I did my duty.
But oh,,,, I so hoped he sould come home and make tonight easy.
I lied to Okaasan. Told her he was coming late tonight. Tomorrow I'll tell her he left early.
Okaasan's grip on time isn't great. is it January 1st now? This food will be delivered on December 31st....when is that? Is it afternoon? I was asleep...
MY grip on time is all too accute, I am counting the minutes and seconds till he walks back thru the door and I can take a back seat in the conversations...such as they are.