Monday, March 7, 2011

The Weekend


            She stops her golf cart twice on her way to John’s basement door. The first stop involves a very brief foray into the woods.  The second time she gets out of her cart and stands close by the fence, hands clasped behind her back, peering at the cougars.  It’s almost as if she hasn’t seen them before.    
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            I answer her question almost before she has spoken it.  It’s only about the fifth time, after all:  “John’s going to take you to Freeland to do a few errands.”
            “Good!” she answers, “I just feel like I HAVE to go somewhere.”
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            Her acute hearing seems to be disappearing.  Or maybe it’s just her comprehension.
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            She cries towards the end of The King’s Speech and talks about her childhood memories of that era.  She says that the movie connected with her.  During the showing, I hear stray comments from her like “good old 1935” and “ah yes!  Elizabeth and Margaret.”  Afterwards, she rehashes her movie comments in a circuitous loop, but by the time we have finished with dinner and gotten home, the experience has faded.
            And at bedtime she asks, “What day was it?” (Sunday) and “Did I have my shower?” (Yes, this morning.) 
           

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