The conversations with Nick never get easier, he lives on a different wavelength (or planet.) Example:
Brandi says, "I'm not seeing that well for some reason."
A normal response would be, "Are you OK?" or "Have your eyes checked?"
Nick says, "You're probably turning into an orangutan."
Simple yes-or-no questions elude him. I ask him through the bathroom door (where he camps out most evenings), "Can your mother finish the leftover pizza?" I got four answers from him, ranging from, "OK," to "Yes, I'm going to finish it," to, "Uh, I don't know."
But he knows when steer clear, his mother and I were having a debate about picking a new vacuum, and he walks in and asks, "Is it about me?" After the answer no, he says, "Good, I'm going to go hide now." So he's capable of figuring things out.
We did get out for a little variety this month. One evening our burger joint was unexpectedly closed for inspections, so we stopped into White Tower on Sylvania Ave, which isn't the neighborhood it was thirty years ago. The place is dated, but the one person running the place keeps it clean, and the food is just as I remember it. We also tried a new pizza joint by the university called Stubborn Brothers' Pizza. It was outstanding, with some nice craft beer to boot.
The other picture of Nick here is building some model engines he received for Christmas gifts. My mechanic retired at the end of the year, after 35 years, and I'm in mourning, hoping Nick can step in.
Jason
