Hypothenuse

This is the new quilted shopping bag. The lining is the same green flower print as the middle part of the handles. The button is a wooden vintage button I have admired in my mother's button box since childhood. She gave them last autumn to me to give to my daughter. I didn't, but kept them myself, because I had liked them a lot longer. I let her pick the ones she wanted the most, and she will get the rest later.
I think I will give this bag to my mother next time I go visit her. She lives alone now since my father died a little over two years ago, so there is not too much shopping to be done. On the inside the bag has a zippered pocket for her purse and keys so that she only needs this bag to take care of. She is 91 years old now, and her memory is razor sharp. She is of course a little fragile and needs a walking support with wheels, but she can do her own shopping and "mind her own business". Last week when I phoned her she told me that she had been thinking of the hypothenuse. Why on earth that, I thought. Well, she needed to cross a square in town so she thought that the hypothenuse is always shorter than the sum of the sides of the right angle, so she decided to save some steps and walk from corner to the opposite corner for the taxi station. And then she needed to know which language this funny word comes from, and she checked it at home from her books. It's Greek. This little bag is also full of hypothenuses, I hope she enjoys them as well. And the beautiful button I have dared to use.