Mar 25, 2004 10:10
Last time I was here, I believe I threatened to leave Francis and join Sofia in her tour of Europe's best drinking establishments.
I'm still here.
In essence, Francis begged me not to go. He said that if I wanted to go to Europe that badly, to wait until after his birthday (April 7) and he'd take me. He apologized profusely for being himself. There's not much to say to that.
I suggested that it might not be the safest time to travel, with the things going on in the Middle East at the moment, and he said: "Eleanor, you're 67 and I'm 64. We're both at an age where if we died today, nobody's going to say 'What a pity their lives were cut so tragically short.' " Even though both his parents were productive, healthy and happy in their last years, he seems to think there's nothing ahead but arthritis and Alzheimer's. Maybe he's just starting a depressive downswing. It's not easy to tell sometimes. He's never brought up the subject before. If he does other depressive things (staying in bed all day, failing to bathe, etc.) then I'll know how seriously to take his views and how hard to try to change them.
So, Sofia, honey, relax; you're not going to be saddled with your Mama.