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Progress Report
Oct. 17th, 2013 10:42 amI was feeling mellow yesterday- which gave Ailz permission to fulminate over our situation here at my mother's. We take it in turns to crash- because we'd be in a fix if we both went down together.
We came down here in May because my mother had had an episode that left her all but unable to walk. (We now know she'd slipped a disc) Five months later she's regained mobility- and can even manage steps (though not too many of them) but her mind is fading. She forgets things. She forgets from minute to minute.
She called me into the study a couple of days ago. She was sitting at the desk with papers in front of her. "I don't know what I'm doing," she said
I used to play at absent mindedness- not finishing sentences- all that sort of thing. Pure laziness. Pure self-indulgence. I'm trying to sharpen up, lose the adorable vagueness (pah!) and not start a sentence I can't finish.
You see the real thing and it's not funny.
We came down here in May because my mother had had an episode that left her all but unable to walk. (We now know she'd slipped a disc) Five months later she's regained mobility- and can even manage steps (though not too many of them) but her mind is fading. She forgets things. She forgets from minute to minute.
She called me into the study a couple of days ago. She was sitting at the desk with papers in front of her. "I don't know what I'm doing," she said
I used to play at absent mindedness- not finishing sentences- all that sort of thing. Pure laziness. Pure self-indulgence. I'm trying to sharpen up, lose the adorable vagueness (pah!) and not start a sentence I can't finish.
You see the real thing and it's not funny.
