Friday, September 11, 2009
Watermelon for Summer
My Mom has been depressed for a few weeks now. Too depressed to give any painting topics. She says she is not creative.
I told her my daughter and I were eating watermelon. She commented that she loved watermelon and hadn't had any yet this summer. She talked about her Dad always having a big watermelon in his second fridge downstairs and how they would eat it out back. I stayed at my Non and Pop's this summer and it's true he did still keep a large watermelon in the fridge downstairs all summer. You have to love that kind of consistency.
My Dad walked in from grocery shopping during our talk, so I reminded her to ask him to get some the next time he went to the store. With her short term memory loss, she had already forgotten.
"Honey." she said. "Next time you go to the store can you buy me some watermelon?"
"Sure Babe," he answered without hesitation. "You want some watermelon, I'll get you some."
It must be hard to be so reliant on another person, but they manage it pretty well.
She never officially asked me to paint a watermelon, but the beauty of this project is that I get to talk to her and remember things even when she is too depressed to be creative.