Mom loves to read, and yet I wonder, if she even knows what she is reading?
Ever since I can recall, Mom was always reading something. Even when she was busy, she always found time to read a book, a magazine, or the paper, or all of them. Back in Edmonton, I remember how she would always read the paper, usually while Dad had some western show on. He did love his westerns, and John Wayne.
Yet these days, she still reads, but it seems like she is just going through the motions.
Her latest book, she dropped a few times, and each time she picked it up, it went to a new place, from where it was. Yet she hasn’t noticed, and still has a smile on, as if she’s following the story, along normally. I know she can’t, and yet that is how it looks.
Being a paranoid so and so, it makes me wonder about her mind. Is she living in her own world, while pretending to be reading, or is it just marking time? It is all very scary, and not sure I want to pursue this line of thought. And yet…
Then too, I wonder at other things, such as her taste in juice. The way suddenly she just decides not to have a certain juice. I mean like she loves orange juice, then one day, she just said she didn’t want anymore, but rather have V8 juice. Now, that too has been replaced, by.. Orange Juice.
Is this sudden change in choices, normal?