Last month at the resthome, I was assigned to assist the one (very old) lady who's (very pleasant) and talks (slowly) and (declaratively) about the most random things.
When I escorted her back to her room after dinner, she took off her anti-Covid mask and handed it to me, and said to put it in the righthand drawer of the big desk that's in her living room.
"That's the drawer for masks," she was like. "The drawer on the left is for napkins."
Later, she mentioned the political troubles of our city's current mayor, and then was like, "Once I took my son downtown for an orthodontics appointment. The next day, Martin Luther King was shot. The national guard was out, with rifles. But, what can you do?"
And, she said all of that slowly and declaratively.
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