So many things, so many things. Which shall I choose? Having just hung up the phone with my sister, I now have more fodder than I originally planned.

Nana is going blind. This has been a progressive thing for a long time, and it's horrible. It seems as though it's ramping up quite a bit. It also seems a good argument to have someone at least stay with her all day.

The answer, usually, is that her sister spends most of her time with her.

Understand, appreciated reader, that Nana's sister is also about 80 and is smaller than Nana. So if Nana takes a tumble, it's not as though Gloria's going to be right there to catch her before landing. I believe Gloria still drives, which would be a horrible thing, because the last time I was in the car with her she confidently turned the wrong way down a one-way street and nearly killed all of us and several unsuspecting people in a Volkswagen. The idea of 80 year old Gloria - who is probably shrinking due to age and was never really tall enough to see over the steering wheel of the car resembling Queen Mary which she's been driving since I learned to properly apply eyeliner - commandeering a car is bone-chilling.

Well, Gloria fell. As 80 year olds are wont to do. So we've now got Nana getting shuffled over to Gloria to "help." I'm sure the company is nice for both of them and I'm just as sure that the reality is a little scarier for everyone involved. And those uninvolved, because I'm pretty sure Nana's still using the kitchen appliances, even those requiring fire. (Maybe it's an electric stove. I don't know.)

The real question is, why don't they just move in together? If they're going to be with each other everyday, why bother shuttling around? It's not about independence. These are the women who, standing in front of the fish counter, had an epiphany that the butcher probably noticed that they're always there together. To ensure his total understanding of the situation, they announced, "We're not lesbians. We're sisters." And now let the butcher try to erase that memory from his brain.

Would you like to know their reason for not wanting to move in together? First please understand that they live in identical condos. They bought them probably on the same day in 1979 or something. And, for the most part, their furniture is arranged in an identical manner. They also both have the same smell. (The condos, not the women. Although, maybe.) It's a two bedroom, or a one-bedroom with a "den."

The reason they don't want to move in together is that neither of them want the smaller room.