Many of our ‘dates’ are spent doing some form of shopping or errand running. I often wheel him through the hardware store, trying to help him locate tools or items that I am clueless about. We routinely frequent K-Mart, sometimes without a clear idea of what it is that we are looking for or if we actually need anything. He enjoys looking at everything, and asking hosts of questions that would seem mundane to most, but are true curiosities to him. Maybe it’s part of his way of trying to connect with this new age of confusion. Many things are a complete mystery to him, since ‘it just ain’t what it used to be.’ So he asks, and I patiently, and usually sarcastically, give him the 411. I say sarcastically because that is the nature of our relationship. I don’t pity or patronize him in the way many old people are treated, but instead, talk to him like a peer, which usually involves humor and sarcasm.
It is without exception, that if we happen to walk past the lingerie section at the store, he is going to say ‘Wow, look at all the brazzieres! It seems like they could just make a couple basic models, and that would do the trick. Do they really need to make so many different kinds?’ How do I respond to that? Do I explain that they all fit differently on every woman? Nah. That’s just one conversation I don’t see happening. Too personal, or awkward. Instead, I just grin to myself as we wheel along past all those brazzieres!
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