There is a fort under my kitchen table and a
79-year old woman wearing a surgical mask in my guest room. Mum is undergoing chemo and running a
slight fever, my daughter M is in the 1st grade and sporting a nasty
cough.
Dinner tonight will entail preparing three
different meals: hot dogs and snap peas for M, chicken soup for Mum and frozen
salmon burgers and steamed veggies for me.
Welcome to the sandwich generation, where
absurdities and inefficiencies abound. Where we are all of us just doing the
best we can: awkwardly, with anxiety and the very best of intentions.
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