The sun was bright, in spite of the clouds and dusk of the day. I had sent the ladies in to buy their sundries and they were awefully time taking in their shopping time for these necessities. I can’t bear the store for longer than 5 or ten minutes, tops. I get antsy, to say the least. I had past my pacing time. I had past my grumbling time. I had past just about every emotional publicly acceptable show of anger that I was enduring. The geese had heard me. They are the nosiest birds and are always peeping over my emotional shoulder.
Mommy, they yelled, we were waiting for you at the park. Why are you standing outside sweating Elyse like that. She can’t hear you. Then they started calling Elyse. Elyse. Your mommy is sweating you, it’s hot out here. Mother Goose herself led the entire family to tell me that I am completely out of order getting on Elyse’s case for something so very stupid. You told her you were going to the park. I brought my children there to meet you and you changed your mind. What is up with that?
I stood reproved. It was hot. Go and have her paged. I can do that? Yep! You better not yell at her, do you hear me( wing on hip or tail). I walked in there and had her paged and you know what? She didn’t even answer me. When I came outside the whole goose family was gone. I couldn’t even yell at Mother Goose or the goslings for the pain in the neck.
Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
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