later that same day

kinda like improvising music, hanging out w/my parents in their mentally diminished state requires paying close attention to their nonverbal cues and adjusting my riddim to theirs

with that in mind, i spent an enjoyable coupla hrs with my ma this a.m. and my dad this arvo, having the same convo over and over every few minutes

while it might be wishful thinking on my part, she seems more with it than most of her compatriots, including her sensahumour

i couldn't help busting out laughing when, after a particularly incoherent exchange with one of said compadres, she said, "i don't understand why god doesn't just kill us before we get this useless"

she said she wasn't making many new friends; she thought it was funny when i pointed out that making friends would probably be diffficult if she can't remember anything new and neither can the ppl around her

it seems the hospice-talk about my dad was premature

when i went to see him, he had just devoured his entahr lunch but still had room to eat supermarket sushi i brought him

it was probably a good idea to reduce his antipsychotic meds, as he no longer rages and fumes the way he was doing the last time i saw him

he seems amused by his surroundings now, and was very insistent that i should take everybody out for a big japanese dinner ("even your mother, whether she wants to go or not") on his dime ("i have money, i just don't know where it is")

thinking a lot about language and memory and the way we use them to make sense of the world