Reaching

I used to worry when I saw my mom lean forward like this in her wheelchair, but she seems to have gained some strength and flexibility lately, and looks less likely to topple forward. Sure enough, she was able to reach all the way down to the foot rest and lift it up. She definitely sighed after the effort.

She reminds me of Gertrude Stein of "a rose is a rose is a rose" fame. Yesterday my mom said, "Denise is Denise, Denise, Denise, Denise." Maybe fewer or more times. It's entrancing.