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2004-04-09 I occasionally have these odd dreams of my dead Aunt Dutch. Last night, i was wandering through a piano shop browsing at uprights and happened into the used organ section. As I ventured further into the dark wood 70s organs, things started to resemble caskets. My aunt looked crashed to one side of her casket, dead as dead. The saleman leaning on the side looked at me. All I could exclaim is, "How could you, that's my Aunt Dutch. Why is she on display? She's been dead two years." He just kept saying, "It's in the agreement, she's doing some advertising for us. She doesn't look half-bad, eehhh? We just don't put her in the front window, it's bad for certain kinds of business." These weird dreams. Another where I go home after years and years and discover that my family was dumbfounded about what to do with her old dead body and kept her in a window seat chest. Still not knowing what to do with her... PS. My grandma is in the hospital waiting for heart surgery that she can not sign for herself because the doctors have deemed her demented. This does not make me campy, not an iota. These specialists, i tell ya'. She has been aphasic after mini-strokes but never demented. My mom the nurse is stressed. |