I was interested to learn that you have changed your major, moving out of the engineering field and into the science field. Neuro-science, I think you called it. Your poor old grandma, who always was much more interested in people than in things, is pretty much out in left field when it comes to understanding that kind of study. Regardless, I know you will do well. I asked you what you intended to do once your academic training was finished and you said, “Probably some kind of research.” This letter is to give you a suggestion.
But first, I need to tell you a little bit about me that you don’t know. I don’t tell everybody, because they will think I am weird. But here’s the scoop. I see faces. I suppose finding faces started out with your great-grandma telling me to look at the lady in the moon. Yup, I saw her! If my sis and I were bored with nothing to do and if it was a lovely day with nice puffy white clouds, she would suggest that we go out and find faces configured in the clouds. So from an early age I was predisposed to see faces.
But – and here’s where I want you to not think me weird – I tend to mostly see faces in linoleum flooring used in bathrooms. In our house on Greenwood we remodeled the master bathroom and I picked out a very pretty blue and white piece of flooring that when laid, looked like a tile floor. However, the minute I sat down to use the commode, I found every fourth tile to have a face looking at me. I knew it was simply a random pattern repeated stamped ever so many inches or feet. But those faces looked back at me. To say it was a bit disconcerting is an under-statement. I tried to get your grandpa to take the time to look at the face when his turn in on the commode came, but he never even tried. He had previously told me that when he started MIT he went in with the intention of becoming an architect, but shortly his professor told him to change to engineering because he had absolutely no imagination. So frankly, I don’t think he’d ever have seen a face in a floor, even if he had tried.
In our little apartment here in Mira Loma we have a bathroom floor that really isn’t conducive to having faces, but it does have tiles. One time I DID see a face in it but I’ve never seen it a second time. Which is really too bad because it was the face of a handsome man. Nevertheless, looking for him does give me something to do while I….(harrumph) sit.
....................................... from your loving grandma.