One of my favorite activities as a child was waiting for the weekend. It wasn't just a thing of Saturday morning cartoon. I mean those were certainly important as not going to school for 2 days, but it had to do with something far more important. Sundays were usually the day of going to grandma's. It smelled of fried fish, soup, sweets, fruits. It was an echo of the past brought into the present and into my ears. Pure bliss.
Now, the opportunities to go are not many since the pandemic measures mess with the weeks every other week. It's call 7+7. 7 days of quarantine and then 7 days of flexibilization. It doesn't work. People keep doing what they want and the official numbers of sick and diseased are a joke. But hey, comunists and their delusions. Anyways, every chance I get to check on grandma is a chance I get. Just being there makes her happy and, she gets more help for her chores.
This is one of my favorite things to watch. My mom was asking about some fruits. I actually don't remember which ones. Grandma was explaining her some stuff from old. Moon cycles and cuts and other things about the soil. I can tell from experience that everything in that house's garden blooms in spectacular fashion.
I took the chance to show her the videos I've been recording. And I heard about the story of her uncle who played Tres (the Cuban guitar) and then she went on telling about other relatives who are too old for me to know. But I have recollection of their faces and their lives all thanks to her.
I helped to get some fish fried and was behind her because she was leaving her cane behind. It is funny. She walked to some places and then asked for the cane. I was walking behind her carrying the cane.
In the end, she told me she feels her head is not working properly. Something she completely forgets what she was up to. It worries me. It could be dangerous if she get's stuff burned. And it would be a hassle to get thing reconstructed. I hope nothing like that happens. Maybe my uncle would prevent it. But in words of my grandma: "my head's not right, but his is worse". It was hilarious, but also worrying.