Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Dorothy

Dorothy looked like a tropical butterfly, her dark skin  setting off her decked out red hat and purple pant suit.  You couldn't help notice her.  She was waiting by the bus stop on northbound side as I was heading south to the post office.   In the rear view mirror, I noticed her leaving the bus stop-maybe walking to the next one.  Finishing my post office chores, I started home.  She hadn't yet made it to the next stop, but the bus had and was leaving without her being on it.  In my rear view mirror her body language looked a bit discouraged and her shoulders sagged.   My heart went out to her, so I pulled over, got out and walked towards her.   Asked if she had missed the bus and if I could give her a lift.  She gladly accepted!   She lived in the senior apartments about a mile up the road.  

She explained that she was part of the Foxy Ladies Red Hat society and they had just had a fun afternoon.   She was 75, beautiful, full of life and enthusiasm, had a gorgeous smile, trim figure and an unsinkable attitude.  Dorothy inspired me within 2 minutes!   

As she got out, I told her that when I was her age I wanted to be like her, still shaking that thing.  She got out of the car laughing, did a twirl, then proceeded to shake that thing all the way to her door.  I think she infused me.......

3 comments:

Kandi said...

Ha! Kathleen wonderful story! May we never lose that ability to shake that thing.....so funny!

KoverB said...

Amen sister!

BrazillaGorilla said...

This is totally my grandma june! Brought a smile to my face and tear to my eye! - Bree