On the suggestion of her gerontologist, our fair mother has entered therapy. Wiggles and I can only imagine what she talks about, but we can make some educated guesses that main topics include:
1. her children
2. the need for a weekly hair appointment
3. her ailing husband
4. the need for a weekly manicure
5. current events: I think this week probably included a mention of the stunning tie-dye assymetrical hem dress that Wiggles bought Mah at a local Teaneck emporium. Jeanne looked adorable in it, especially after she paired it with jewelled flip-flops and dangly earrings.
This was, in fact the outfit that Jeanne wore when we delivered her to her session. We were hoping that we’d be invited in to hob-nob with Mah and her therapist. But alas, the shrink didn’t ask us to join in the revelry. She just snapped on the radio and ushered in her patient, the 80-year old living embodiment of the Age of Aquarius.
Wiggs and I had to know what Jeanne was babbling about! With no time to lose, we rustled up some props so we could hear. Here’s what it looked like:
Then she abruptly switched topics. Wiggles said she heard the words “gold bracelet,” “hot dog at Costco” and “crackle nail polish.”
When the session was winding up, we had to get ourselves together. “Act casual!” I instructed Wiggs. Here’s the pose she took:
Jeanne was happy as a clam when she emerged. Then guess what we did? That’s right: onto Costco for hot dogs and lemonade. Bliss!