My mom calls me this morning and asks “Did you get a newspaper today?” I let her know we did. What’s up Mom? She tells me they didn’t get their newspaper and were thinking they must not have printed one today.
The paper she’s discussing is The Washington Post. She tells me that no one in their neighborhood got one today. I tell her that I can’t imagine a day when The Washington Post failed to print a newspaper. Maybe the paper boy had a problem. She thanks me and hangs up.
I immediately laugh aloud. It’s not funny ha-ha, it’s funny strange. But that is where my parents live right now – in a very strange world I don’t understand. Disjointed.