MAYBE IT’S THAT the 97-year-old woman I sit next to you in church seemed to be giving out during a song. I helped her to sit. She doesn’t need to stand, but she always does, even though she doesn’t sing many of the songs. Still she stands. I’ve been sharing a row with her long enough to know what’s normal and not for her, and when she kept adjusting her grasp on the seat in front of her and looking down at her feet like she wasn’t sure they’d hold, I put my hand under her elbow and, without us exchanging a word, she sat. I’d seen mini-stokes enough with Ma.
Maybe it was that.
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Or maybe that this week, I’m covering for someone and my attention’s gone away from my regular work. I’m off routine. You know how that can be.
Maybe it’s that.
Or his car getting smooshed. (Pic below. He walked away from it, thankfully.)
Or a day at the medical center.
Or a social outing of the sort for which I’m out of practice, being a hermit and all.
Or thoughts of the future. Or the past.
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But mostly, I think it was the 97-year-old lady who reminded me of Ma. Turns out she was taken to the hospital. Turns out it was a stroke of some variety. She was right there by me, just slipping away. Yeah, it was probably that.
Whatever, my thoughts have felt scrambled all week, so it feels a waste. A little bit. If only I could get it together.
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A NEW STUDENT is learning her ABCs. She is preliterate, unable to write even in her native language. It’s been a week now, we are slogging through. Yesterday she learned to spell her name. In print and in speaking. A week well spent, scrambled-egg head and all!