He was lying under a tree, licking up the shade.
Hello again, Fox, I said.
And hello to you too, said Fox, looking up and not bounding away.
You're not running away? I said.
Well, I've heard of your conversation about us. News
travels even among foxes, as you might know or not know.
What conversation do you mean?
Some lady said to you, "the hunt is good for the fox."
And you said, "Which fox?"
Yes, I remember. She as huffed.
So you're okay in my book.
Your book! That was in my book, that's the difference
Yes, I agree. You fuss over life with your clever
words, mulling and chewing on its meaning, while
we just live it.
Could anyone figure it out, to a finality? So
why spend so much time trying. You fuss, we live.
And he stood, slowly, for he was old now, and
Grams arrived home from Hawaii yesterday. As my mom pointed out, who goes to Alaska and Hawaii in a year? Well, she does. When I called to say hello she was very ill. It appears she caught a nasty case of bronchitis three days into the trip. It was no surprise as she suffers from respiratory issues on a regular basis. She went to the doctor when she returned home, fearing it was pneumonia and had to have a breathing treatment to increase her oxygen levels. She was prescribed a heavy dose of antibiotics and sent to home for bed rest.
I worry about her health. Hearing her tell me she walked through the airports carrying her luggage because there wasn't a wheelchair available, and saying she just had to "suck it up" because she needed to make it home made me frustrated. She has always had this attitude. I wonder to myself if she pushed herself to far and I worry. Perhaps she should have stayed home.
And then she scolded me. I wouldn't let her ride the zip line in Alaska and since I wasn't babysitting her in Hawaii she went for it...and had the time of her life. She was a fox. She signed no to every medical condition on the waiver and shimmied her way to the platform. She was the guinea pig for the 60 year olds that weren't sure they could do it. She laughed herself into a coughing fit just telling me about it.
And then I scolded myself. How foolish am I? She is 81 years old, relatively healthy, lives alone, and volunteers on a weekly basis. Would I not rather she go to Hawaii and ride the zip line with the risk of getting pneumonia than see her sitting at home alone? There is a life lesson here.
Maybe she is a coyote and not a fox, but either way, I can only hope for half as much gumption as she has when I see 81. Risk = Reward