Observant

I learned more from the ten minutes I sat in the cafeteria waiting than I did with an hour(ish) of folding clothes upstairs at the Baldwin Center. I felt like sitting there awkwardly in the rusty chair and staring at my hands, but I knew I needed to write this post, so I let my eyes wander the room.

I first noted the windows. The eerie frosted glass making the passing figures of children fuzzy bright colored silhouettes with echoing footsteps. I saw the bulletin board. Posters against drug use in English and Spanish. Instructions for giving CPR and first aid.

What threw me was the paper about Grandparents acting as Parents support group. I realized that there were not just a family or two like this, but enough to have an official group for them. My parents have always been there, providing and encouraging me; I can hardly imagine growing up without them.

After a pause for thought, I scanned more of the room and saw the giant freezers, the television, all the many sizes of highchairs, the table of books, and lasty, the piano. My first thought was, "I wonder how out of tune it is?" If only I knew how to tune a piano.