Tuesday, January 3, 2017

January Bob Conversation

January;    Conversations With Bob!  

My father, Bob, has the kind of dementia that makes him a time traveler from the 1950's. At ninety he has no short term memory. Consequently it is like hanging out with someone who sees the world as a futuristic, amazing place. Luckily, he sees the beauty everywhere... well almost.

Shuffling up to my house Bob stops and looks amazed, "Wow!  Your flower gardens really having a rough time! What happened?"

Me, "It's January."

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