Thursday, July 8, 2010
Fuchsia Man
Driving A to soccer practice, just before leaving our neighborhood, I passed a forlorn-looking man carrying a fuchsia down the hill. The plant looked forlorn too—it’s been averaging 100 degrees during the past few days…we’re all looking a little forlorn.
I watched the man, the fuchsia swinging gently in its wire, hanging basket, and wondered aloud if he was leaving home, fuchsia in hand. A. laughed, commenting that maybe he’d had a fight with his wife and she'd kicked him out.
“Surely you’d take more than a fuchsia,” I replied, “like maybe a ficus to provide shade on your journey?”
We continued down the hill, my thoughts still on the fuchsia-man. Why would anyone be carrying a heavy, hanging basket in this heat? The plant wasn’t perky enough to be a gift—it was definitely sad and droopy.
“Maybe he’s carrying it to a neighbor’s house so someone can take care of it while he’s on vacation?” (I thought this was a pretty good guess.)
“And his neighbor can’t walk?” A. replied with appropriate teenage scorn regarding older, less active individuals.
“They would have to go uphill to get to his house,” I pointed out.
“Haven’t they heard of cars?” Scorn and teen logic in one sentence…
We continued on our soccer-oriented journey, and I started to laugh…sometimes funky, bizarre moments in time are the best :)
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That would have piqued my interest too, there's even a good chance I would have mortified my teenage son by asking the man : )
LOL--believe me, I wanted to!
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