My mother, who is 87, has been talking lately about the tea kettles.
“The tea kettles are doing this, the tea kettles are doing that.”
It took me awhile to understand that she is talking about the recent American political group, The Tea Party! I had been thinking, ‘Why? Why are tea kettles out doing things?’
My mother and I are sitting on her deck, watching the cars go by on the road on the other side of her wide field. My mother smiles broadly and her white hair glistens in the sun. She’s wearing her little red, dog-hair decorated sweater over her blue, green and purple top with the coffee stains on the front, with hot pink sweat pants and high rider tennis shoes.
“You look good, Mom,” I say. “I’m glad you stopped that cancer medicine. You don’t look terminal to me.”
This is the medicine that cost $4400.00 (!) a month and caused Mom’s nose to swell to the size of a small potato.
I had come over to visit her after she had been on the medicine for a few days. I kept looking at her face. Something wasn’t right, but what was it? She didn’t look like my Mother. I had studied her, carefully.
“I think your lipstick is wrong,” I said. “It’s going up over your top lip somehow and it seems odd.” (more…)