I can romanticize the caregivers but their work is abundantly important.
My caregiver, Mrs. Abstract,has to wake up with me and has to be sure I’m safely back in bed.
Dress me, give me shower, prepare all my meals & all my medicines.
Mrs. Abstract has to do all her other works, like laundry, preparing herself for the the day. She has to do the work I use to do like taking out the garbage, vacuuming, getting the mail.
It’s easy to see why the caregivers burn out easily. They have to have a time for themselves.
Well being of the patient is first in their agenda. Theirs becomes secondary.
Our family & friends lend their hands to help Mrs. Abstract. Some bring food. Some stay with me to keep me company. She has to be with her friends also to deflect her stress.
My total gratitude to everyone for their cards, prayers, best wishes.
Today we drove to Cavallo Point’s Murray Circle Restaurant in Sausalito to meet Mrs.Abstract’s goddaughter and her husband who are visiting from Michigan. We have not seen them for many years since we moved to California. They are on business-vacation time.
Then one hour later our daughter, whose birthday is today, and her husband joined us.
Afterwards, friends of ours invited us to joined them for wine tasting at a winery in Carneros, (southern part of Napa) where they are wine club members.
Mrs. Abstract enjoyed being out after her total hip replacement surgery 3 weeks ago.
Yesterday and today were warm days after about 10 days of rain.
Today is like St. Patrick’s Day.Every thing is green.
note:photos taken through a cell phone camera.
immersed in life
between the thumbs
the who and what
the fastest, where
accomplishing one goal
chasing the next
you lost the space
the liminal space to hold
the sunset on your palms
one day, looking at the morning mist
you rubbed your eyes
you could not remember
the colors of roses, of camellias
afraid you also forgot
voices of your friends.
You have time
but do not wait too long
you may get stranded
by the receding tide
and too exhausted
to be frightened
You have time
to return to the roots of your narratives
to sip coffee, to listen
to the tribe’s ailments and pains
simply to be with friends
to drink and eat with friends
to share the hilarity
of oysters on a half-shell
or in silence, gaze together
at the mountain or the sea.