Every day my mum sends me a picture of her dinner. I think part of it is just to prove she is eating and sometimes it’s just to do something. The meal always looks good. Today was poached salmon with some steamed vegetables and fruit. It looked very good.
Every day I call her. There’s not much to say when you call someone every day sometimes twice a day. Mostly she tells me the minutiae of her day, cleaning house, cutting up vegetables baking for the kids next door.
Today I sent her a picture of my lunch.
It was a fine salad. The salad collective goes on strong.
Today I sat down and took a breath, it was good to slow things down and get somewhat figured out.