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I love the colors and textures of things made old. Primitive and Re"purr"posed.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Back to Work
Crippling arthritis so bad
the fingers make sharp left and right turns on the palms of her hands.
But it's not that--it's the aches and pains down her back, and
winter gone on too long. March 7th. Still a foot of snow on the ground. She calls. My mother. Life in her voice.
"I went back to work at the green house," she says. "Bev and I planted six hundred hanging baskets today by ourselves. I'm tired, but I feel great."
"Good for you," I say with a laugh of relief, knowing she's got all this crackling pent up energy, and no place to go with it.
"Only how do I explain to anybody else, that my eighty year old mother went back to work for the summer, and it's good for her..."
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| Mother's hands. |
the fingers make sharp left and right turns on the palms of her hands.
But it's not that--it's the aches and pains down her back, and
winter gone on too long. March 7th. Still a foot of snow on the ground. She calls. My mother. Life in her voice.
"I went back to work at the green house," she says. "Bev and I planted six hundred hanging baskets today by ourselves. I'm tired, but I feel great."
"Good for you," I say with a laugh of relief, knowing she's got all this crackling pent up energy, and no place to go with it.
"Only how do I explain to anybody else, that my eighty year old mother went back to work for the summer, and it's good for her..."
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