April 24, 2011
Sometimes I am only a bubble on the surface of Alice’s stream of consciousness.
For example, the other day the phone rang while I was paying some bills. I saw on caller ID that it was Alice. I always answer her calls in case something is wrong and she needs me. Thankfully, most of the time nothing is wrong and a call will go along the same lines as this one:
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April 19, 2011
- Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
- -Victor Hugo
- It must be spring. Alice’s fancy has turned to love.
First, there was something in the news about Bob Dole.
She didn’t hear what it was, but she took an interest in finding out because, back in her eighties, she had a sexy dream about him and hasn’t ever forgotten it. We’ve talked about this dream maybe two or three times this past week. The gist is that she went to a motel with him. Just as he “turned” to her, the phone rang and she was, as she puts it, “saved.”
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April 10, 2011
For the past month, Alice has been listening to her dining room partner, Libby, comment frequently on what’s happening with the flag, viewed from Libby’s position facing the front window: “The flag is waving. It’s windy.” “The flag stopped waving. Wind must have died down.” “The flag has a hole in it. They should replace it.” “The flag is at half-staff. Who died? Wait a minute. No, it’s not. It’s the normal way.” “The flag looks droopy. Must be sad.”
Libby cleans her fingernails with her fork, stares and points at people with palsy, shouts at passersby, and wipes her plate with her napkin when she’s finished eating and then uses the napkin to wrap up food she then places in a pocket she calls “the garbage dump.” She also talks with her mouth full.