I am worried about Mother. At her maximum, she weighed just under 80kgs. She is now 45kg, 100 lbs for those who use such measurements. Her face, brain and vital organs remain the same, but her body has shrunk. She is just so terribly frail.
Tradie Brother is not working and drinks an awful lot. He is a daytime drinker.
I tried to call Sister last night, on her landline and mobile phone. She did not answer and did not call back, although I did leave a message, see you on Christmas Day.
Step Mother's partner's wife died from dementia. He suggested to Tradie Brother that he is seeing signs of it Step Mother. She came home one evening and left her car running and the lights on in the garage. She is becoming increasingly crabby. We did not see signs of it when we were in her company at the wedding.
We went into town for me to take a couple of photos and to have dinner. I quipped before we entered the restaurant, we must not over order this time. I may have said that before, but R just exploded and stormed off and went home. I dined alone and very nice it was.
As I walked on my own down Bourke Street to catch the tram home, I saw nobody as old as me in the city. Once I reached Swanston Street I had a little time to wait for a tram home. The city was busy and pumping. Buskers galore. People laughing, joking, chatting and all sorts of languages. So many had multiple Christmas shopping bags.
The sad old man just sat at the tram stop playing with his phone until a tram arrived.