lenard and adeline

it took the smoke of some burning weed, and a trance-like state in which I worked on my art, to have pop into my mind a time when I used to go to my cousins house for birthdays.
my two dearest cousins, on my fathers side, would invite me and my brother over for die-hard ritual of the birthday "party" for family.
Invitation for: 7:00.
arrive. continue with hugs. say hello to the very distant (i guess it was) family (?).
among those very distant family members was two distinct individuals who stick out in my mind. I believe they may have been my uncle's Aunt and Uncle, the sister (or brother) of his dad, and their significant other. One was Lenard, and the other was Adeline. They were about seventy, or had to be nearing the age, if they weren't.
Lenard was a super distinct character. He sat kind of hunched over in a weird fashion, because of some disabling condition he had - i am to assume. When he "walked" (which I only saw him do when he left) it was with a lot of difficulty, but apparently he was something he had become accustomed to. I can't remember a time when it was any other way. Lenard had large circular, very thick glasses. Kind of like Bubbles for Trailer Park Boys, except these ones weren't for comedic value. And he loved Jesus. Well, he never said this, but I bet you your mother that he did, because once in a while he would take out his little pocket bible and glance through it, running his finger down the page for the verse he was looking for. See what I meant about the loving-jesus thing?
Smart man though, this Lenard guy. He always asked me (with a very distinct booming voice) with keen interest every time I arrived how I was doing. And seemed to remember what I had answered to him last family birthday. He asked about my art and i vaguely recall showing him something from my sketchbook once... altho I had carefully selected it amongst the pages. They were a religious sort, and I had half-finished works with the devil puppet-ing a small jesus marionette. Personally, I liked it. Thought it was a riot. But... I respected the man, so I didn't show him that page. He asked too, if I was going to further my education in the field, and whether or not I had a portfolio ready. All sorts of things that adults that you are acquainted that haven't seen you in awhile, would ask.
His wife, Adeline, was very much an Adeline, or a Margaret. She sat smiling away at the birthdays, with silly and very friendly comments. An older woman with floral sort of dresses/clothing on - shoulder pads included. I didnt, and still dont, know much about her. I am pretty sure that she didn't work much or get a high education.
So last night, I thought about what these two must do when they are not attending these two birthday parties a year. I am assuming that Adeline would drive the car, because Lenard just simply couldn't walk so that meant that he probably couldn't drive either. I bet that he spent his days sitting in his living room, bent over slightly like how he would, beside a large window, reading. Probably reading up verses from the bible, when he thought one relevant to a thought he had, or a situation, or a conversation between him and Adeline. Any other time, would read up about current issues and the way it is affecting the world, in books that were probably pretty thick- almost textbook style.
Adeline? I am not quite sure what she would do. I kind of picture her cooking and making food and constantly preparing for supper. I find that a little typical for me to assume.
And in the same sense, I picture her either sitting and bidding her time, watching out the window. Or spending countless hours with the television turned to PBS.
That might be a harsh assumption, but I can't change what I had already been thinking. I wonder if they get bored. They don't work. I don't think they have, ever since I knew them from years and years ago- the beginning of the birthday-party-family-style tradition. But that is them in a nutshell (a la cj memory).

And since i have no nice way or conclusion to that thought/memory/rambling, I'll just end this right here by saying, tip your waitresses. Not all of them, only the dope ones.