Thursday, 05 August 2010 -- Day 228 (241)

I stopped at WalMart after class today to get some cards and a flash drive. As usual there was a screaming child and a negligent parent. Ignoring a child screaming, "I'm tired. But I'm tired," was impossible for everyone in the store so I don't understand how the mother could casually walk the aisles pushing an empty cart. I think WalMart is a magnet for irresponsible parents. An elderly man in front of me at the checkout was so stooped over he could barely see to sign his name on the credit card machine. He reminded me of Grandma Ruth. She's getting so hunched over that talking to her requires kneeling down in front of her. She's ready to die. She wants to die. She has always been a proud woman, and being in such a state is humiliating for her. Aging is an irrational joke. It debilitates us when we have the most knowledge and time and the least opportunity to use them. Mom was ready for death, but I know she would've liked more time.