[Magdalen] update.

[Jon Egger]

Plaintiff and I have an irregular email chat, especially since darling
daughter is ripe with child.  Lots of humor and lots of exclamation
points.  Where was this person before she left me?  I don't know and I
don't care.  All I know is that my attitude is a matter of choice.

On Tue, Jul 5, 2016 at 8:01 AM, Marion Thompson <marionwhitevale at gmail.com>
wrote:

> Glad it went well.  Shared history is powerful glue.
>
> Marion, a pilgrim
>
>
> On 7/4/2016 11:02 PM, M J _Mike_ Logsdon wrote:
>
>> Home yesterday.  The spark that is Mom is still there, but only rarely
>> seen.  Meaning, she can send a perfectly coherent email, but in person if
>> you try to communicate with her, synapses just aren't snapping like they
>> used to, even from 1.25 yrs ago when I was there last.  A lot of "right
>> angle turns" in conversation, as it were, and it's a coin toss where you'll
>> end up.  She did, however, truly love the fact that Anna and I made the
>> trip to visit her.  And her out-of-nowhere comments made for a little bit
>> of "game show" thinking on our parts every now and then.  Her reference to
>> "Cobra" in terms of my brother Kenneth was obscure at best, with me
>> thinking she was referring to his black Corvette, but only when, at lunch
>> with us all, I saw the underside of his cell phone where he has his address
>> pasted with a clear "Cobra Dr.", did I make all the necessary connections.
>> He's a bit brusque (Mike? someone more brusque than you?), but his "Anna,"
>> -- he was talking to Anna, "I haven't 'talked to her' in a year, because it
>> just isn't worth it."  Harsh, yes, and based on her inability to hear and
>> process well.  But I've never witnessed Anna witness such stark talk with
>> such understanding as then.  What I learned during my last visit with her
>> on Saturday (Anna was at the hotel fighting a cold), was that with little
>> to no external stimuli and a seating placement aimed strategically at her
>> hearing aide, makes for an admittedly short, but sorta lucid,
>> conversation.  Our good-bye conversation was nice, in other words.  During
>> it, of course, I had to hear the litany of everyone who'd died, from her
>> Texas aunts and uncles ("Mom, they died 40 years ago." "I know.") to her
>> little brother my Uncle Jim and my own brother Denis... "And all that's
>> left is you and Kenny."  ... "... Yeah, Mom. That's right."  (In my head
>> I'm thinking, "And my you not bury yet another child, especially your
>> baby.")
>>
>> The Anna Experience was actually ideal.  Like marriage, but with two
>> beds.  (I know, not exactly unknown in the real world.)  We got along
>> great.  It was a bit cathartic, actually.  We actually shared quite a few
>> laughs, both modern, and old.  Two nights at the Steakhouse Grill were the
>> hallmark, with a waiter whose father was from the same town as Anna's
>> father.  The overall experience of the trip, in its own way, rather
>> strange.  But I can actually say, we both had something like a real
>> vacation.  Not cheap, Nugget'ly speaking.  (Accepting donation$.)  But fun,
>> in its own way.  I drove there, she drove back.  5.5 hrs never went by so
>> quickly.
>>
>> All next week, I'm alone at work.  Both good, and ... good.  Hee hee.
>> It's just nice every now and then to have a perfectly quiet office I can
>> freeze with A/C as need be.
>>
>> Signing out.  And wishing I was back at the Sparks Nugget, free of
>> charge, though.  !
>> .
>>
>>
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