Granny’s Birthday gift

November 30^th, 2015

The early afternoon is a bad time, when the cognative batteries are running down, before the afternoon nap. At this time normally, abnormal orientation only to person lost in place and time. I wheel her about as she partakes of chocolate mint patties (2) smiling with the persiflage. At an inquiry regarding what date it currently was, the astonishing response, “Why, it is your birthday!” From what neuro connected closet shelf did that drop out of? A reflexive question, “How did you remember that?”. I look at her, she is smiling in a childlike satisfaction and joy with the reply, “Well, I was there!”