About the vignette thing: As I sat in the waiting room of the clinic with my wife this morning, it occurred to me that I need to do a better job remembering little moments like this. Sure, I take pictures whenever I can, but sometimes, you just can't whip the SLR out and start shooting. The secretaries here, I'm sure, wouldn't be pleased. Nor would the patients marking time in the uncomfortable chairs.Doctor's office, Saturday morning
As invasive as a lens can be, thumb-typing on a BlackBerry is the exact opposite. No one notices. You can be madly painting a scene with words, and people think you're texting your mother-in-law. Either way, I think it's time I started remembering moments like this with words. I'll call them vignettes, and I hope you enjoy them. Here goes...
A 14-month-old girl in pink puffy shoes and a light green onesie with pink flowers on it wanders over to an elderly lady in a wheelchair and reaches out to the armrest with her pudgy little hand. The woman, who up until now had been sitting in an almost-catatonic state, cracks a little smile at the sight of this tottering interloper touching her arm.
The wheelchair-bound woman's adult daughter reacts instinctively turning toward the wheelchair to ensure the munchkin doesn't do more harm than good. The baby's mom quickly scoops her up and carries her back to the other side of the room. The old woman's smile fades as she returns to her original, shadowed state. You get the sense that she would have liked to play with her new friend a little longer.
Your turn: Is this something you'd like to see more of? Let me know...and thanks for your input!
One more thing: Thanks to those of you who sent kind wishes to my wife. From that same vantage point in the waiting room, I posted an update to my Twitter and Facebook accounts that, within minutes, started registering responses from near and far. We were touched by your kindness, and continue to marvel at how a mere sliver of technology can make the world seem just a little bit smaller. She's got the flu now, and is taking more drugs than an East Vancouver alley resident. But at least we know we're surrounded by folks who care. That's a pretty remarkable thing, no?