Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Not a day of strangers, I spent the afternoon with my niece Addyson (yes, that Addyson). My mother’s birthday gift was a surprise on her return from Oregon. We cleaned out the garage, fixed the garage door opener, and now she can have her car inside for the winter. It may not sound like much, but there was a dumpster involved. And eleventy-billion flower pots, childhood bicycles, flattened basketballs, random cables and boards, window coverings, tarps, so on. It was family-of-seven meets depression-era-thriftiness meets “we’ll look at that in the spring.”
Addy wanted to come along to fetch Mom from the airport, to ride along to the house armed with the garage door opener, then to play out the scenario as she instructed:
“Okay, Aunt Paige, we drive up and Nana’s car will be in the garage and maybe I can say, ‘Oh no, where’s Nana’s car?’ Then you say, ‘Hit it Addy!’ And I will push the button. And the door will open. And then Nana will probably start crying.”
The plan came to fruition mere moments ago. No tears, but Mom was as happy as I had hoped. Was it a week-of-reorganizing-worth of happy? Um. It fits the blog better if I allude to it and let the reader imagine. But at the next snowstorm, I think we shall see Giddy Grandma.
Next week, stories from the road…