Caregivers

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.

places and what we did

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.

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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.

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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.

 

things you are trying to remember

immersed in life

between the thumbs

 

the who and what

the fastest, where

 

accomplishing one goal

chasing the next

 

you lost the space

between breaths

 

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.