Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The last time we danced, it was nighttime in his shaded apartment. We were both drunk. We didn't dance together all that great, and hardly ever tried, and when we did our awkwardness was very moving to me. We were dancing in a high school way to the Rolling Stones, I think it was the "she's a rainbow" song, and we were drunk and things were spinning. We were from different times, and I imagined my high school dances in the 1980s, what if he had been loping those carpeted, overbright halls? Or what if I'd haunted some echoey gym dance of his in the 60s? I mean, what if we had been of the same time? And in the middle of the whirling I asked if he’d be my high school boyfriend, and he said I’ll always be your boyfriend
aside from the commercial at the beginning this is actually fairly accurate http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zphAHMPtu4g
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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.