One of the things I notice about old people is that they always seem interested in the time and the weather. The day that I begin to check on these things is when I'll know I'm old.
There is an old lady that plays with a deck of cards. She just opens them one by one and when she gets four of a kind, she pushes them aside until all the fifty-two cards are done. I think it's a great way for her to pass the time as well as to keep her mind active. One day, when she didn't realise I was watching, she finished playing and I clapped for her. It made her so happy to know that she had an audience. She was beaming with a sense of accomplishment and I gave her a thumbs up.
She hasn't enough strength to shuffle the whole deck of cards so she has to mix them on the table and then arrange them back again. If I am there, I will give her a hand and shuffle the whole deck of cards for her. The first time that I did it, she gave me a salute. Now when I see her, we salute each other and smile. It's just a small thing between us that I know makes her happy.
It also makes me happy.
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