Monday, September 18, 2006

GP, oldest and craftiest desert racer i have nown, also my ggrandmother, yesterdy morning left tuscon for wilder circuits.

oH GRAMA,

i love you before and after. thank you for teaching me to type and ply cards and be alone. thank you for Truth and Chaos of dustcloud behind your wheels of where ia m lost now. yor disgust for my stentimentals. these words not good enof but your legend wil not die on this circuit
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I came to Minneapolis from southern California this May to help my 88-year-old mother care for my 86-year-old father. He fell last November, and then declined cognitively for a month as his bones healed at a rehab facility under quarantine. He hasn't undeclined. Before retiring in the 1990s, he was a theater critic, & still seems to have some of his self-confidence and wit alongside vascular dementia, Parkinsonisms, incontinence and real trouble walking. Given his otherwise-ok health, he might still have some tolerable years ahead, though with new parameters. My mom's a novelist. She seems made of iron.