Memory is so random - today Dad asked me "where's the doorknob?" while feeling the opposite wall (which doesn't have a door), but when christmas carols come on the radio, he can sing along - those words are deep in there, I guess - even though he stopped singing after an insensitive elementary school teacher told him to just mouth the words. After about 80 years, that blow has finally softened and now he sings.
Note to self: check the humidor for missing wallets. That's where we found it today.
Accidentally discovered a cheap source of entertainment for Dad - I showed him how to pop the bubbles in bubble wrap and he sat there for a long time, each pop followed with a satisfied "got it!". He puzzled over the ones that wouldn't pop for a while, and then said "there just isn't enough air in them" - I was amazed that he figured that out.
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