Field Notes Five.DHudSmith

Apart from my routine OP visits, I spent some time in the lobby talking to whomever wished to talk. I met some very fine old ladies, two of them. I was sitting in a chair between them. Neither of them could hear well enough to know that the other was talking to me. This created a strange situation as a tried to listen and reciprocate to two completely separate and simultaneous conversations. I do not multi-task very well, and I cannot remember the nature of either discussion. I think one of the ladies eventually took offense at my failure to keep up because she left rather promptly. The other lady didn't seem to mind. She carried the strangest story-telling mode. She would start a story which would, in turn, remind her of another story. Without any notification, she would transition into that tangent story which, like the first story, would remind her of some other tale. I believe that this endless chain would have continued forever had I not left. She wants to play Rummy-Cube (I guess thats how you spell it...). Maybe we will.

After finish my conversation with the chain-story-teller, I went to the room of the lady who was miffed at my lack of ability in carrying on two sided conversations. I wanted to apologize, for to her, I am sure my neglect was unjustified. Apparently, she is blind, or at least mostly so. I offered to read her her letters. She assented but said that she didn't have any letters to read today. She didn't have anything else she wanted to read. I wanted very much to read her something. This is a literary project, and I love to read. If I went blind, I would beg people to read to me.