I really shouldn’t drive.  I’ve been half blind for 18 years, but the sun was out, and the car had gas.  My mother really shouldn’t drive either; she is half blind on the other side. Two bad brains equals one good brain. We left for the beach.

The sun was high, the wind was low. We drove slowly.  The beach was empty. She is so stubborn that she practiced her balance walking on the sand. We got to the water’s edge, she held my arm, stooped down, put her hand in the water, and sighed. Followed by a survey of the beach, and the Vineyard in the horizon, we decided it was a good day.

Whenever it is my mother and me, without the others who would recommend that they drive, we get in the car posing as Thelma and Louise.  We’re not sure who is who. We know the beach is there and it is waiting for us to declare the day is good.

Posted by Nancy Kelly