Not Again

My grandma, the one I thought had been dead since least April is sitting in front of me. She gives me important advice, which I cannot grasp. I keep shaking my head and saying, "I'm sorry, I thought you died. I'm so sorry, they told me you were dead." She assures me that she is alive and well, and she recovered from Parkinson's as well.

All I Can Remember

I ran after a lizard. I was also a man again. The lizard told me things about my life if I could catch him, and I caught him twice.