Yeah, so I was out pretty l8 last nite, but fortch Iris has given me a key so I can get in2 the apt quietly an' not disturb NE1. Dennis North took me 2 Koolhaus last nite, since Ger is all bizzy w/his "frustr8ed childhood sweetheart of a Patterson woman" support groups he's required 2 attend. Jeremy got us in 2 the all ages show they were having in honour of Victoria Day this weekend. Liz was totally rite abt Dennis's dancing abilities, even 4 the kinda dancing U do @ Koolhaus (so glad he doesn't try 2 ballroom dance 2 music that doesn't go w/that!)
NEway, this morning, Iris told me abt how, recently, she was lying in bed awake while Gramps was sleeping next 2 her. I was a bit worried this was gonna B all TMI on odefoax in bed, but luckily it didn't go that way.
Iris told me that she was thinking, "When he's sleeping, he just looks like my Jim. --It's as if he'd never had a stroke @ all. I wonder if he can speak normally in his dreams. I wonder if he can run and walk again and do all the things he used 2 do. I wonder how much he remembers and understands. It's so hard 2 tell when he can't communic8 properly." Then she put a hand on his cheek and whispered, "Jim...I hope U know... that I luv U." I told Iris that since Gramps was sleeping, mayB he heard her in his dream and answered her. And Iris sed, "Oh, I hope so, dear. I hope in his dream, we were dancing. And that he gave me an answer like 'And lady... I am CRAZY
abt U!!'" Gramps had been sleeping over in their bedroom while we were having this convo, and we didn't xxpect he heard NE of it, but after that last bit, we heard his voice coming from the bedroom: "Yes! Torquing Yes! Crazy U!" And Iris got all teary.
Oh, sumthing I almost 4got 2 tell U all abt. When I stopped by the house yesterday, Mike was looking thru old foto albums. He sed he's been having a strange urge 2 pore over old fotos and rel8 things from the past 2 stuff that's going on now. Merrie an' Robin playing house made him turn 2 old fotos of him and Liz playing, and he suddenly remembered a time when they were little and he was xxplaining 2 Mom abt how he was pretending 2 B the daddy and Liz was the mommy, who was cleaning and cooking dinner. Liz was happily playing with a toy pot. Then Mom sed that she noticed that Liz didn't have NE "dollies" and asked Y she wasn't working. She told Liz that she cd B a lady police officer or a bus driver or sum other job, and Liz burst in2 tears, all, "I wanna B the mommy and cook dinner 4 Michael!" And then Mom was all muttering abt "So much 4 the gr8 revolution." Liz heard all this, and was like, "That's STILL what I want. OMG, this is Mom's fault. MayB if Mom hadn't encouraged me 2 b-come a teacher, I'd B a wife and Mommy now!" Then she burst in2 tears and took 2 the bed again.
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