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.