Remember my gal, Selma? The sweet little ole lady who gathers cans in our city and who may or may not have considered shanking me the other night?
I ran into her again tonight. It was raining and it was late and it was not really an option for me not to offer her a ride.
We talked about her schedule - she leaves every morning and walks a mile to catch the bus into our downtown area, she usually gets downtown about noon. She then spends the day hanging out by the recycling center at Fred Meyers, or Haggens, or sometimes Safeway (which is 1.3 miles away and she says takes her an hour to walk) and then up to Thriftway (which is FIVE miles from Fred Meyers). She does this all day, every day. And then usually sometime around 5:30-6:30, there is a couple of people who will offer her a ride home (on a dark deserted road in the middle of nowhere) on their way home from work, if they see her. If they don't, she will just wait around until someone comes by and offers a ride or sometimes she'll have to walk.
I asked her if she ever just wakes up and decides not to leave and she said, "If I do that one day, then I'll want to do it again the next day. And if I do it two days in a row, I might never get out of my chair at all."
True. I know that feeling. Sometimes I come home and never want to leave my couch. But I force myself to....and Selma forces herself out of the house every day.
She's 94 years old!! I just love her. I want to just sit down and talk to her forever. She was telling me about how she remembers watching tv for the first time and how there really isn't anything to watch on tv anymore, but she actually made a point to say - well, nothing that I want to watch, I'm sure there are things you like to watch.
And that's really sweet if you think about it. How many times do we (all of us do this) just say something negative about a generic something and make it all encompassing without really considering that we all just have different tastes? Too frequently. She made a point of letting me know that she wasn't passing judgement on whether I like the programming on tv these days - she just doesn't care for it herself. She is NOT a crotchety old lady. She is a thoughtful one, not in the very least bit crotchety!! I love her.
Here's the best part: she wanted to give me something for the ride and I said she didn't have to, but she really wanted to....and so I accepted her gift....i.t was a super large size gatorade and two yogurts. In a Taco Bell bag. I said - thanks so much, my son can have these for breakfast!
And she responded: Well, I hope they are good.
Ha, um, yeah, me too.
It's the thought that counts, right.
I love her.
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