Christmas day we picked up my grandmother at the nursing home and brought her home for the afternoon. A lot of times being moved makes her too nervous to enjoy herself, but this time she really seemed to have a nice time looking at the Christmas tree and the fireplace, and making Jane Austen-esque conversation about the size of the room.
While she was here she had no memory of the nursing home, and once we brought her back she didn't remember the visit at all. She doesn't know what year it is, what part of the country she's in, and she only has the most tenuous grasp on who we are. (Offspring? Cousins?) Even so, she's a pretty good conversationalist, considering what limited tools she has at her disposal. At one point while we were sitting around the fire she asked,
"Why don't I ever hear anything about our current president? It seems that no one ever really mentions him."
There was a pause, and then my dad said,
"Mary, we consider him to be unmentionable."
And I was so proud.
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