Friday, September 10, 2010
If Can, Can ...
Armed with a brand new pocket-sized camera, Panasonic's FH20 (on sale at Costco for a couple of more days at the best price I've seen nationally), I wandered Kahala Mall. This t-shirt, hanging in the doorway of one of my favorite boutiques, caught my eye. I am likely to go back and purchase it as a Christmas gift for my mom. It says a lot about how one thinks and feels at 96.
If you can do it, do it. If you can't, you can't. Don't fret about it. Worrying over something you cannot do doesn't do you -- or anyone else -- any good.
The sentiment was particularly apropos yesterday. After appointments and errands taking up a large hunk of my day, I found this scene behind the 40' or so of front hedge.
And these at the front
If can, can. My mother had watered and pruned out the front hedge. Whenever possible she worked from her garden chair.
Then she ran out of energy.
Filling the green waste can was now my task. It's a big can, but her morning activity filled it about 2/3 full.
Mother's version, after her nap. Smiling sheepishly.
"You picked up my trimmings. I was waiting for you to get home and move the [wheeled] garbage can over so I could fill it up."
And then the afterthought: "Thank you."
If no can, no can.
That's why I am here. To pick up at least some of the No Longer Can part of her life.