today i saw a very happy nonagenarian -- so much so that i was wishing i had a camera to capture the vibrant image before me. her shock of unkempt white hair floated around her face. her eyes were vividly blue, and her skin was deeply tanned and wrinkled. turns out she has been painting the foundation of her son's house. 'i just love to be busy!' she told me through the kind of smile that even in your darkest mood you would immediately respond to with a smile of your own.
(later her son told me that he switches out the paint color slightly and she's already been around the house twice but, hey, whatever works...)
I don't know whether to praise the son or yell at him. Obviously he loves his mother and wants her to be happy. Painting seems to make her happy.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, I have a real problem with deception especially among relatives.
Hmmmm....