Lilly and I were talking on the phone last night, and I told her that her dad, (Bruce), bought Turtles for me for Valentines Day….
“Your dad got me a box of Turtles. You know how much I love those.”
She didn’t say anything for a few seconds so I asked, “Do you remember what they are?”
“Yes. Turtles can be beautiful. Especially the green ones. But they can bite. I remember seeing them before.”
“I’m talking about the chocolate ones.”
“Yeah, I know. I watched a show about turtles. Some get really big, but some have pretty colors.”
‘Lilly, I’m not talking about animal turtles, I’m talking about chocolate candy turtles.”
I cracked up laughing at our crazy conversation, and she joined in because she knew why I laughed.
Lilly’s mind went one direction when turtles were mentioned, probably because she is so fascinated with animals. Always has been. She knows she has issues, and that animals are a weak point for her in both good and bad ways. When she visits here I keep a close eye on her with our cats, and she’s fine with that and doesn’t get angry at me.
Nowadays she cares for an outdoor feral cat at her facility and gives it food and water regularly. I am proud of her. That has been a good stepping stone in her journey to healing.
Lilly is lamenting the fact that we can’t go to her facility, but more importantly, neither can the pizza delivery person!
Her facility is on a lock-down for precautions against you-know-what. She understands. I understand. (That doesn’t help much, does it?)
Actually, I am quite proud of her maturity in all of this. I’ve heard of grown adults with supposedly greater intelligence behaving terribly.
The real problem is boredom, though, because she can’t go to her day programming, out shopping, or eating out. Lilly likes to watch TV, and thankfully that’s still available, because reading as a pastime is difficult for her, so that’s out.
Speaking of reading, yesterday Lilly called me and said she wanted to read something wonderful to me. That was surprising in itself, so I was all ears. Lilly struggled to sound out the words to the little story about the thousands of starfish washed up on the beach. I think you may remember hearing it, how a little boy picked them up one at a time and threw them back into the sea. A man came by and said there were so many that it didn’t matter, but the little boy tossed another starfish into the water and said, “I made a difference for that one!” (The Starfish Story by: Loren Eisley)
Lilly was so touched by that short story. Does she realize that she is one of those little starfish, or does she think she is the one making the difference? Interesting question, and I feel for certain her answer would be…
…that she is the one making the difference. 🙂
And isn’t that pretty neat?
Love my readers, Nealie