For the third time in two days, Mommy appeared not to
know who I was and asked me, What is your name? The 
first time I answered her with a kiss. The second time
I answered "Yoyo". The third time I said, "Jochen",
whereupon she asked how do you spell that, and when
I spelled "j o c h e n" she pronounced it with a flawless
accent. I thought it might help her memory, if I reminded
her that Germantown Friends School had tried to change
Jochen to John, and she did remember, she said: "That's
what they did to my husband." A few minutes later, she
asked, "When were you last in our house in Belmont?"
My answer made no impression on her. "It's not well
taken care of," she added. "Jochen says if we repair it,
our taxes will go up." All this a vivid demonstration
of the proximity of comedy and tragedy.

I've packed all the clothes. One large suitcase, two
duffle bags and one cardboard box are standing in the
front hall. I plan to go trash dumping and grocery
shopping Thursday or Friday before packing the car.
I'll wait until Sunday to pack the computing apparatus.

I wish that you're not working too hard. I look forward
to driving to Charlotte on Monday.