We brought dinner, pizza and an antipasto, to an elderly relative's house last night. We stayed and talked about the uprisings in the Mideast and television shows about researching family history for a while after eating. It wasn't the most coherent flow. But after my relative went directly from the revolt in Egypt to the demonstrations by public union workers in Wisconsin, television shows seemed to be a safe harbor for the conversation. It seemed that, to her anyway, Wisconsin and Ghadafi and Mubarek were all somehow intertwined.
Some while later she asked if it was dangerous to deal with strange dogs with the owners away. I've been pretty clear since I started pet sitting over two years ago that this is part of the job. But last night seemed to be the first time things connected. I explained the things we do to make sure the situation is safe, and that was the end of it.
On the way home, we were trying to sort out the conversation. We decided that, for her, all of these things are floating in the cloud without context. So pet sitting, Wisconsin, Mubarek, Ghadaffi and the daytime cooking shows are separated by very slight degrees of difference.
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