Friday, April 13, 2007

older people

Rebecca's eighty something mother suffering from dimensia has been our longtime visitor. I run into her in the hall sometimes and admire her inspiring collection of knitted accessories--booties, hats, those parka things. sometimes I get urges to set her free when no one's looking--like the last (yes, mandy, LAST) surviving ant in the kitterman's antfarm--except like that ant I know she wouldn't make it long on the street. I guess she's also half deaf, so Rebecca and other members of the family are always yelling these days. There's just so much of "WINDOW!!! mom, I said do you want me to open the WINDOW?!" a girl like me can take. and only so much that poor old lady can take I'm sure. When I met crazy people I used to always feel grateful that they weren't my parents, now I add and that I'm not theirs.



This is not Rebecca's nuts mother, but it is a picture of the loveliest fish in the sea. Don't you just want a kiss?


2 comments:

smellame said...

Hi Erin! I think the fish is lovely! Ryan and I watched funniest home videos and there was a segment of old people biffing it and I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or laugh. It was pretty funny, and I don't think they really got hurt, at least that's what my mind is going to think.

Anonymous said...

Oh the poor last ant. I guess his lover died. Erin I think you and the old women should be buddies. You know how I feel about them I give them a plastic toy and all is well in zion