"What are you doing?" I'd ask condescendingly. Being in high school, most of my words came out that way.
Her sweet voice would answer back, "Just thinking about life."
'Weird!' I'd think. 'She's so strange and so old.' I'd only think this of course, I'd never say it out loud! I knew better than that!
"I'm going out." Out to live my life, not just sit there and think about it. I wondered what on earth she had to think about. She went to work every day, she was old, her kids were grown. What on earth was she doing??
Well, now I'm in my 50s. My kids are grown. I work outside the home. And I occasionally find myself sitting at my kitchen table looking out the window.
Thinking about life.
I usually have a cup of tea in front of me. What on earth do I think about??
Usually these guys:
That's my mom with the girls in downtown Edmonds.