“You’re getting better”
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah.”
He asked for his shoes, his guns and his secret stash. his memory’s coming back in bits and pieces.
We can converse with more ease now. I was asking him if he remebered going to St. Thomas and staying at Secret Harbor, and hanging out with us when my grandparents came up in July. He didn’t remember. He has started speech therapy again for the first time since leaving the hospital. He cannot identify what peas, peanuts and chicken are by their photographs on flash cards, but he can read those words on the labels from the cupboard, as well as write them, in his new lefty status. He knows cat and dog, words which he transposed a few weeks ago.
Sometimes calls mom-in-law Aunt Lizze, the relative who helped to raise him as a child.
At the yard sale I held on to his cameras, lenses, filters and film. I figure he’d want these again.
<aside> if one becomes increasingly annoyed with anal behavior does that make them anal as well? (here come the search engine hits) </aside>