This morning there was a two-inch sheet of ice covering most of Manhattan. I slip and slide on the un-shoveled sidewalks, comfortable in the knowledge that my father, who is over 90 years-old, is too level-headed to go outside. He may be crazy when it comes to other things, and a little “vague” when it comes to yet other things, but about these things, he is a solid guy.
On a regular day, he would have gone to his sculpture studio, all the way down in Chinatown. I call in the afternoon and, as I expected, he was home.
“I am soooo glad that you didn’t go to the studio, Dad.”
“Oh, no, no,” he replied, “not today.”
I think, see, he is a level-headed guy. But he continues:
“I had a check-up at 8:45am near NYU, so I wasn’t planning on going to the studio anyway.”
My voice raised in alarm: “Dad, that was when the ice was the worst!!!”
Dad was reassuring in tone and demeanor, “Sweetheart, the sidewalks were shoveled in front of the doorman buildings. And I only slid about an inch on one of those thick ice patches at a corner.”
THUD. My head crashes to my desk. I lift my head. THUD. My head crashes again. This feels so much better than what I am hearing on the other end of the phone call.
“Do you need me to pick up anything for you for dinner?”
“Oh, no, after I came back from my check-up, I rested, and then I went down to the bagel store and over to the supermarket and bought what I need.”
Ok, my 90+ year-old dad carried groceries over icy streets. He is fine.
He sounded exhilarated, in fact. Maybe because he is 90 years-old and can still take care of himself (on a day-to-day basis, at least).
Me? I have grayer hair. Maybe I am scared because one day he won’t be able to.
I few snow storms ago (two weeks ago) I helped an elderly man up and down a snow bank and cross the street (he was in sneakers holding a cane – 87 he told me). The woman also trying to help him (whom I incorrectly assumed was his daughter) disappeared as soon as we were safely on the sidewalk. I asked him if he needed help to his destination – he told me no. I asked him how he was going to get home, he smiled and said “Hopefully with the help of people like you..” I still have hope in NYers, your dad is in good hands.