COMING TOGETHER--37

I got Mom her favorite breakfast at McDonald's. She seemed grateful. Then she slept from about 11am to 230pm. When she woke up, she seemed resentful. Maybe it was because I was not enthusiastic about looking at her old pictures, which she has shown me so many times.

She has gone out walking, without me. She didn't even ask if I want to come. I am wondering if she is walking off the apartment property by herself. I expect her to do that today or some day.

She seems moody but I know her eating habits cause this, at least to some degree. I wonder how she'll be when she gets back.

She is back, sitting on the steps outside the apt. She is by herself, still looking moody with her lower lip stuck out. She does this when she is being defensive.

I wonder if my not being enthusiastic about her pictures triggered this. I think she might be forming some thing in her head. Maybe the desire for isolation is her kind of death, her kind of suicide.

After thinking about this, I wonder if my way of living has to do with going on to tomorrow and her way of living does not. I suppose she only has the feeling of today. Tomorrow is Sunday. I wonder if she will want to go to church tomorrow. This mood might last longer than this afternoon.

It is a few hours later. I went to a restaurant to get her dinner. She sipped the liquid of the soup without taking any food. She refused to eat the turkey sandwich right now. Later she did eat the sandwich, so I rewarded that with ice cream.

She said she didnt want to go to church with me. Fine, I suspected some plot. But then I realized she needs time away from me just as I need time away from her.