Things I didn’t know about my mother. (Part 15)

13 08 2012

Mothers house is perfectly placed if you are into people watching. And mother is. And its contagious. At least seven houses are visible from the front room picture window. Five across the road and one to the left and one to the right. Mother decides to give me an update on the occupants. The professional Indian couple always leave the house early – immaculate garden, neat front of house. The young couple next door are never home – uncut grass, random bits of rubble, foot high weeds. The family at the end have more cars than car space. “Perhaps they should demolish the house”. I nod but don’t laugh. Then mother informs me that the neighbour to the left is the most interesting one to watch. He doesn’t look a day over 90 and he likes to jog. It takes him five minutes to pass by mothers window – five seconds to lift a leg up and plant it back down on the ground again, and seven seconds to swing one arm forward and the other one back. He uses them to stagger his body onwards. The only thing he is likely to see on his journey is the ground since the top part of his body is bent almost 90 degrees forward. I nod, and this time I laugh. Mother laughs with me. But mother informs me that she admired him so much that she joined line dancing classes a few weeks back. But mother won’t be going this week. Someone stood on her corn and the only thing she can bear to wear on her feet at the moment are fluffy slippers. Hence the reason why we haven’t gone out, but have chosen instead to sit by the window and drink tea. And right on cue the man with the camouflage back pack, the yellow goggles and a heavy looking metal detector zig zags past our window. Mother strains her neck, watches him turn a corner, and then wonders out loud about whether he could use that contraption to help her find her car keys. I pour another cup of tea.



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