Tuesday, June 17

My grandmother, my mother, my sisters and I were all at a big theme park. One of the rides, my family swore, was good and would be enjoyed by my grandmother.

I was afraid for her neck.

But she rode--we rode--together on the same donut. The thing would spin and you'd see vistas of the mountains as you floated along. It had some dips. And there was some water. My grandmother was enjoying it, but she kept her eyes closed through all of it.

She didn't want to see what was coming.

Later, I taught my sister how to create an oracle by punching little holes in circular pieces of paper--about the size of my hand with outstretched fingers. If the holes were punched in the right places and the wheels were spun in the right ways, you could see many things.