Failure
The Alzheimer's Association of Denver has regular events for mentally distressed souls. The first one I went to did not suit Becky. I write about it in Walking through Twilight. But even systematic pessimists try again...sometimes. It was "musical theater." I had no idea what that meant. It meant two chirpy ladies getting people to laugh, move, and do silly things. Most everyone joined in and perhaps forgot about their plights. I kept looking at Becky. She enjoyed singing a few songs from musicals at first, but when participation started, she went mostly blank, but partly annoyed. I was annoyed, too--but not blank. I was sad. We walked left after half an hour. I said several things that made Becky laugh. She did not laugh at the event, neither was she really disgusted--something she used to be quite good at. Becky had and has (to some extent) a refined and unique taste for life. That hindered her from enjoying many things, but it also allowed for the appreciation