Yesterday afternoon, we went to see the new film, Jason Bourne. We love Jason Bourne movies and own all the ones that have been released. Like all Jason Bourne movies, it was full of excitement and action and good-looking people with lots of muscles. And car chases. Lots of chases of all kinds. We both enjoyed the film, and he didn't even fall asleep.
When we got home, he sat down in the kitchen as I went to our room briefly. He came to find me almost immediately, because that's what he does now. He needs to know where I am. Perhaps being alone makes him anxious.
"So, are we going somewhere today?" he asked somewhat impatiently.
"We just got home from the movies," I replied.
"Okay, but I didn't see any movies!"
"The new Jason Bourne movie," I explained, hoping this information would help him retrieve the memory. Apparently, I still don't "get it" that his memories can dissipate like vapor.
We went down to the Man Cave to watch some television, as is our habit in the evening. I sat next to him, as I always do.
He looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Where have you been lately?"
Quite often when he asks me a question, I'm not sure exactly what it is he wants to know, so I ventured, "With you..."
"Really?" he smiled, "With me?"
For a moment, all was well with the world. I smiled back and suggested, "Let's watch Bourne Identity!"
"OK!" he answered, "I love those movies!"