When I visited my mother today, she already had another visitor. It was my uncle, one of my father's brothers. He is a widower now but there he sat, looking very preppy. He said that he had driven to Dansville to visit friends before stopping in to see my mother and that earlier today, he had raked and rolled his lawn.
We left together and because my arthritis was acting up, he helped me down the long hallway. Oh. Did I mention that he was ninety on his last birthday, March 4?