Last night, I picked Mary up at 8:30. She had to work late because of induction weekend. Everywhere in Cooperstown, it’s all hands on deck.
On the way home, I kept saying, “Look at that sunset!” It was red and orange and gorgeous.
She dutifully looked and agreed.
Then I said it again.
When we pulled in the driveway, I said, “I can’t stand it. I have to take a picture of it.”
“Sunset photograph number four-thousand-six-hundred-and-fifty-three,” Mary said. She knows me well.
“Dang,” I said. “The colors are never right.”
“You can focus it, you know,” Mary told me.
No, I didn’t know.
Yes, that was closer to the colors. Still not the same as being there — but definitely closer.
This morning the sunrise was ridiculous. I couldn’t stop looking at it.
“I can’t stand it,” I said to myself. “I have to take a picture.”
In my head I heard, Sunrise photo number five-thousand-four-hundred-and-sixty-two. Someone somewhere was laughing at me.
Not terribly exciting.
I tried the Mary-technique and tapped the screen, focusing on the colors of the sunrise.
So much better.
Thank you, Mary.
Sometimes it’s possible to teach an old person a new trick.