Control: Family Dinner

I, Dalton Lewis, went to family dinner. My mom walked down the stairs to the living room where I was sitting on the couch. I had just finished sleeping on the couch — I prefer the couch to the bed when sleeping.

“I’m glad you’re up,” she said. “We’re going to your sisters for dinner in twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” I said. “Can I set my alarm for five minutes and sleep some more?”

“Of course,” Mom said.

I set the alarm for six minutes and collapsed back on the couch. Six minutes later my alarm went off. I changed clothes and brushed my teeth. I put on my blue shirt and shorts instead of the grey shirt and shorts that I had worn yesterday. Then I grabbed my soda and wondered if I should bring a book. I decided that bringing a book would be rude. I grabbed a soda and took my meds and met my parents in the car.

We drove while listening to classic rock on the radio — Aerosmith and the like. Mom needed more air conditioning. We made it to my sister’s house after fifteen minutes.

I sat in a chair in the corner as we talked about school and the coronavirus and its impact on education. My nephew, Knight, made water balloons and he and my mom and his dad threw water balloons at each other until they spectacularly exploded, drenching people.

Then we took a walk through the neighborhood with my sister and her dog and went up a big hill with a nice bench at the top of the hill. I noted that I got around a lot better than I used to. Walking and using the exercise bike has helped me to get into better shape.

Dinner was ratatouille, which seemed to be a combination of vegetables in a tomato sauce, and stuffed chicken with pepperoni or something wrapped around it. I drank Coke Zero and ate a nice dinner. After dinner we had cream puffs, which are apparently pastries with ice cream inside.

Dad’s sick. He has Parkinson’s and might need for us to buy a one-story home instead of the two-story home we have now. I noticed that it took some effort for him to stand up. It used to take me effort, too, but I’m young and can get into shape. He can’t. He won’t ever get better, probably.

Still, it was good to see the family and hang out. I love them dearly.

Thanks, and take care, friends.