I have been very pleased over these last few months to watch Rosa and her daughter's relationship blossom. Rosa called me tonight ecstatically telling me of her daughter leaving Rosa's granddaughter to stay with her until next Monday. This was a momentus occasion and a major step in Rosa regaining year's lost trust with her daughter.
"My mother always said I was good for nothing," Rosa said over the line. "I want to prove her wrong."
"What's your granddaughter doing now?" I asked.
"She's sitting in the floor watching one of the three channels my TV will pick up," Rosa replied.
I smiled as I changed the phone from one ear to the other.
"Are you still going to come get us in the morning?" Rosa then asked.
"I thought we would drive down to the Waffle House for breakfast and then ride out to the playground at the park by the lake."
"Thank you," Rosa said. "Thank you for helping me make this special."
I hung up the phone to escape to the porch to smoke tonight's last cigarillo. "Thank you," I thought of Rosa, wishing I had her back on the phone so I could tell her in person. "Thank you for giving my life so much meaning these past months and for being there when all my fair weather friends such as George deserted me."
My neighbor, Joyce, had showed up again earlier this afternoon knocking on my door bearing gifts of snacks and garden grown tomatoes.
"I just wanted to officially welcome you to the neighborhood," she said as she stepped inside. "I called your mother and asked her what your favorite snack foods were."
Joyce had brought Chex snack mix which will just devastate my diet. I can eat a whole bag in a matter of hours sitting reading a book. I will have to fast for a day after tomorrow to make up for my overindulgence.
"I still want to wash your car for you every month when I wash mine," I told her as I walked her back outside.
"Oh, I wish you wouldn't keep saying that," she said out of neighborly modesty. "I don't want you to go to any trouble."
"I insist," I said, not giving up an inch. I was determined to do something to help her as she is a single woman, living alone, and unable to do this herself.
It has been a good, but busy day. Now, it is time to curl up on the couch with this week's book of me and my father's book reading marathon. I find reading fascinating now that I am aspiring to be a writer one day.