The mum-in-law has been in and out of the hospital much lately, and we visit every day, hoping for the best but often fearing the worst. We know that one day she will not bounce back.
We talked about her coming home the next day, and suddenly she says:
"I haven´t heard any news while in here - what does Obama say about Syria?"
"Öhum, I don´t know."
She looks irritated.
"Well, I have had other things on my mind," I defend myself.
She purses her lips and snorts.
"Well," she says, "I suppose I shall have to try to catch up when I get home."
On the bus home, I feel mildly annoyed. Then it occurs to me that I´m so lucky that she still, at 93, is around to annoy me with her vitality and commitment, not just to her immediate community, but to the fate of humanity.