Edda has acquired a new skill since the surgery. When she’s walking around (and I’m hovering near her), she’ll reach out and grab my hand and hold onto it tightly. I can’t remember the last time this happened, probably in her babyhood before she lost the use of her hands. It’s a surprising thing to feel her fingers grip tightly onto my fingers. She can not modulate the pressure of her grip or change the orientation of her fingers or do any other regular hand-y things, but no matter. I’ll take it! Did somehow straightening her spine make something wake up in her hands? Or was the whole thing so painful that she relearned how to hold onto my hand just enough to tell me to never, ever, do that spinal fusion thing to me again? I don’t know.
Bihan missed her bus today. She went all the way downtown to catch it and showed up 10 min after the bus left. So she headed back to Rockville to camp out here another night and since I was determined to take Edda on an outing, we went to lunch and then went shopping.
It’s nice to go shopping with an enthusiastic shopper, I often forget how women shop for clothes.
The saleslady asked – is that your daughter (referring to Bihan – not Edda) and I paused because I’m not sure how to describe my relationship with Bihan. No, I said, she’s my friend. I’m totally middle aged – I’ve been mistaken as a mother to a person in their early twenties.
One thought on “Hands, shopping, middle aged.”
No way you look anywhere near a woman who could be a mother to that lady.
Some people are just clueless.
Some of my middle school students think I'm 20 something and some think I'm 60 something.