i only know her as ‘roxy’s mom’. roxy is a yorkie puppy that ivan and i run into most mornings on our walk. everyday, roxy’s mom is wearing her bathrobe, slippers and bi-focals. she also has the worst / best bed-head i ever saw out in public. last night i ran into her for the first time after 7 am. she was wearing sweats, a t-shirt, flip flops and bi-focals. her sweats were rolled up to her knees to display the large floral tatoos on the back of each calf. her hair didn’t look much better than usual. following is the enlightening conversation that took place:
rm: i’m so tired
me: hmm . . . it ‘s probably the heat
rm: no, im tired, really tired. i even went in to work an hour late today. i just called them up and told them i’m going to be late – i didn’t care, i’m just too tired.
me: oh. . . what do you do?
rm: i’m a job coach for handicapped people – it’s really hard.
me: that’s nice, you help people get jobs?
rm: no, i don’t get them the jobs. i go on the jobs with them & help them to do their job better. it’s mostly cleaning – going to walmart and helping them clean the shelves & one time i got to go to ortho. sometimes i show them how to fold boxes. it’s really hard and i’m tired but it’s 12 bucks an hour and in this economy . . . what do you do?
me: i work for a scientist who researches nutrition.
rm: really? i used to be anorexic. i was down to 70 lbs. – – like a bone (held up pinky finger for emphasis). now look at me (she appears to be around a size 2 ). sometimes when i deliver newspapers in the hospital on weekends i go to the eating disorder ward and i want to go up to all the anorexics and tell them ‘you look really good’. (laugh)
this is zen in the suburbs.
|Happiness cannot come from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us which makes us happy; it is that which we think and feel and do, first for the other fellow and then for ourselves.”|