“Any news from upstate?” Peter asked, as he always does at dinner.
He was disappointed when I shook my head. “But Carolynn and Robin are coming this weekend,” I said, in attempt to cheer him. “Sam will be home too.”
He perked up. “Ooo, anything I have to do?” If he had a tail he would’ve wagged it.
“You did what you had to do today.”
“What did I do?”
“Got your hair cut so you’ll look handsome.”
“I always look handsome,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “More handsome,” I said.
“Really? That was today?” his face, scrunched in disbelief, resembled a cabbage patch doll.
I nodded. “Afterwards, we went to Our Daily Bread for coffee.”
“We did? What did I have?”
“Apple turnover and coffee.”
“Really? That was today?”
“I’m getting worse, aren’t I?”
My smile turned upside down.
“But I know what to do when I’m doing it,” he said. “That part of my brain is OK. I can talk to the people at the…the…places where we go…I forget where…with Nobby…I just can’t remember when I did it.”
“You, Nobby and Bill go every Tuesday afternoon, and every Wednesday morning,” I said.
He shook his head and stared out the window. “But I remember you! And Nobby! That’s good isn’t it?”
“Mmm-mm,” I said.
Carolynn and Robin will be here by dinnertime today. Peter will be glad to see them and will do his jolly, welcoming thing, but he’ll say I didn’t tell him they were coming.
Header photo: Family beach vacation that Peter doesn’t remember. 2011.