Sunday, April 26, 2020

Week in Seven Words #506

This covers the week of 9/29/19 - 10/5/19.

The leaves are turning a spangly orange and gold. Coolness is working its way into the warmth of the day.

I respect how attentive she is to other people. She pauses in the middle of praying to make sure someone has a seat, and to soothe an elderly lady who thinks she's been transported to a date decades earlier.

The kids find a way to amuse themselves by chucking their shoes through a hole in the net. "Special delivery!" they shout.

When I return, I find her asleep on the couch with her fingers still suspended in front of her, her freshly painted nails drying. As good a time as any to catch up on some sleep.

She's seized by moments of querulousness, and it's best to let them slide. Her hours are often pinched with pain, and one day washes into another.

What I touch I must try to make good.

It's impossible to start over completely, he says with dimmed eyes, but you do the best you can.