9.30.2016

The mystery of the Friday night dinner

Why did we wait until my mom was gone to start Friday night dinners?

 

I hope it’s because Mama was always unhappy with the shape their house was in, and didn’t want people over.  She couldn’t fix it and Poppa “didn’t do it right.”

 

And our place was too difficult because we live on the third floor.  If our building had had railings on both sides, she may have been able to make it, but it doesn’t.

 

Eating out every Friday wasn’t a good solution either.

 

But still, this makes me sad in retrospect.  But I can’t say I didn’t spend as much time as I could with them, with her.  Because, let’s face it, I did.