Day #65 > SUNDAY 27th DECEMBER
Up early for Church at Gina’s. Mum’s still in bed but Bob is up; I have half a cup of weak coffee & he just grunts when I say goodbye.
Church is predominantly carols sung by the choir today – rather nice actually, & felt very good to simply focus on God for a while without the looming pressure of Deweyland. After church I treated myself to a traditional dirty Waffle House breakfast. Well, it is Christmas . . .
Back late morning & all is quiet. Bob is on his throne & as Mum is unable to sit still she spends the afternoon sweeping outside, sweeping inside & generally making sure all is ship-shape. She’s in her element, although I still find it very poignant that these two never do anything together – but hey, it’s their lives right, not mine. We eat early – 4.45pm – & it’s some kind of processed spongy ham – which Bob terms ‘special’ as it’s Christmas Ham. Mmm, not my favourite, although Bob’s gone to town on his version of Potatoes Dauphinois – or scalloped potatoes – which are lovely. No complaints with those whatsoever. Desert is ice cream – as Mum needs a sugar hit!
After dinner Bob puts on a murder-mystery – as per usual – & around 40 minutes into it asks Mum if she’s enjoying it. ‘No.’ She replies. ‘I’m thinking of going to bed.’ Bob tries to put something Mum would like on TV, as he flicks through the list of programmes he’s recorded for him. No thought of watching live TV; no thought of watching Amazon Prime TV; no thought of playing something on YouTube. Nothing. Just Bob’s recordings for Bob . . . so I go off to bed. Nite all.