On a really hot day like Saturday was, you’d expect things to go wrong, and you’d get cranky as a result.
Many things went wrong, and I got cranky. I even wanted to smack some people around good.
Then I came home and my father waved an envelope at me, and waved and waved and waved before he placed it and his hand behind his back so I wouldn’t see him waving the envelope. He then said he wanted to go to the post office to post something. I drove us out to the village and we bought some bread, a jar of peanut butter, a packet of M&Ms and a box of biscuits. Then we found a post box to put his envelope into. Then I found an AXS machine to pay my parking fines through. Then I drove us home again.
And in that half hour, I contemplated talking about his having Parkinsons again, but didn’t get round to talking. I don’t think he wanted to either.