Jan 18, 2006 15:06
You'd think the stuff would be pretty innocuous; certainly nothing to
cry about. Unh-uh. As I was squishing the eggs with a fork,
I started thinking about having taken my mother to buy an egg slicer
last year. This was an Outing.. a great production. First
there was locating a store that would have a good selection, rather
than just one or two. Then getting directions, driving, and
finding the place. When we got there, we spent a couple of hours
in the store. I think it took Mom about an hour and a half to
make her choice. A long time, anyway.
She'd been wanting an egg slicer that worked for a while. She
hadn't asked my brother or sister-in-law to take her because he would
never have had the patience for that kind of shopping trip, and my
sister-in-law wouldn't have had the focus. I enjoyed it,
mostly. I was glad to help her choose, to find different designs
for her to look at, and discuss the merits and potential failings of
each one. And I'm never going to have the chance to do that kind
of thing with her again. I miss her.
mom