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.
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When did your crusssh become a crasssh? And how are you? And you look good there.
Conrad thak you for asking. And for the complimenting. I am wanting to talk bout my crash so much. Been waiting and waiting to say.
Am writing everything what hapened, I will put it up as soon as is done.
How are you anyways?
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