Kurtis, our most exceptional and much appreciated mail carrier, delivered National Geographic Magazine and Molly headed for the big chair and a marathon reading session. How many grandmothers get to enjoy the company of a 17-year-old during the week of spring break? Molly is very bright, articulate and funny. The week is passing quickly
“You know, Grandma, I love reading National Geographic but after I read it I think the world might be about to end. We have messed up so many things.”
Our conversation took the path of possibilities, but one Mollyism often repeated was that her generation would not/could not fix things because they were self-centered to the exclusion of caring about any future that did not include immediate self needs. Molly talked about the behaviors in the new teen favorite, Glee, and the predominate attitudes at her high school.
While I burned the dinner rice, we talked about the need for purpose with passion…of the willingness to do much more than worry about conditions and hope that a miracle saves the earth.
While the broccoli cheese sauce scorched, we talked about past generations that cared–but not enough.
While the garlic chicken smoked the house, we talked about the power of money to sway beliefs and create false needs through advertising and entertainment.
While I arranged the unscathed parts of the meal onto a really fancy plate designed to disguise, we talked about the need for Molly to have a subscription to National Geographic. The week is passing far too quickly.