I am in Sly's rehab room now with Primo. It is hard to be angry with a feeble old man who can hardly move and whose room smells of urine.
Primo: Do you have a goal of going back to the house to live by yourself?
Sly: I have a goal of going back to the house to live by myself for a limited time. I have also thought of starting up a group of people who live alone and once a week, each cook a meal and have a meal together.
(lots of strained, indirect conversation about what it would take for Sly to move home)
Primo: A question we have to answer before I go home next week is who will do your laundry?
Sly: I have more clothes!
Primo: Yes, but a lot of the t-shirts at home have stains on them.
We have been in here an hour. So far, Sly thinks that his grandchildren or the housekeeper should take care of the cats while Primo is gone (for no money). He does not think he should go home until he can get around easily. I have suggested that if he goes through chemo, living alone might not be practical.
Primo: But Dad, you couldn't get around easily before your surgery.
Sly: Yes I could.
Primo: Dad, it was an effort for you to go to the store and you weren't eating well at all. You were eating those awful burritos.
Sly: I am of the philosophy that I should not waste food.
Primo: Me, too, but I have not been able to bring myself to eat any of those burritos. You eat a lot of fast food.
Sly: I don't cook.
Primo: I know.
So nobody has said yet, "You really should think about assisted living." And it sure isn't my place to say it. At least Primo has said out loud, "I want to go home next Saturday" and "We still hope to go on our vacation in the second half of July."
I forgot to mention - when we arrived, Ted and Ted's Wife were here. She had just trimmed Sly's toenails.
She really does think he walks on water.