Sunday Funday: An 83 year old and a 15 year old hang out.

I have to go out of town a bunch due to work, and it takes a goddamn village to keep things rolling on the home front. To the extent that I still lean on my 83 year old mother (bless her). My mom and JJ are like “we’ll be fine,” as they wait for me to leave so they can commence with hanging out.

They both love history and share the enviable skill of speed-reading. They do crosswords together. They eat toast. My mom drives JJ to their volunteer job at the pet store. JJ navigates using my mom’s iPad’s GPS.

A lot of stuff skipped a generation— from my mom, bypassing me, to JJ, A love of culture, the drive to excel at academics, a disinclination toward full-on self-revelation, and an extremely sensitive palate — by which I mean they are both infuriatingly picky eaters.

I am sure they are enjoying one another’s company immensely as they avoid eating numerous foods.

And I miss them both.