Yesterday morning, dievca listened to her brother tell about how her parents both fell and stayed down until the morning, when the CNA arrived.
Where was the evening person?
They quit because dievca’s Dad was such a pain-in-the-a**.
Her brother was working on it and dievca had the talk with her Father, the day before about if they were paying someone 100K, he could demand people to do things exactly his way. Since we are not paying that, he has to be patient and tolerant or no one would stay…
dievca knew something was going to happen, it was expected. and her Dad only learns through drastic lessons. Apparently, he is still insistent that he and Mom need minimal help. Yeah, right.
OK, dievca is flying through the clouds to go research options: assisted living, home care, 24/7 caregivers. set up meetings for assessments, etc. And, of course, hang out with her Parents…..if she doesn’t kill them, 1st.
Wish her luck.
As she was buying tickets for the flight and rental car, dievca found herself looking out the window at the clouds and drifting off in her mind:
“Aren’t the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton… I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by… If you use your imagination, you can see lots of things in the cloud formations…
What do you think you see, Linus?”
“Well, those clouds up there look like the map of the British Honduras on the Caribbean…
That cloud up there looks a little like the profile of Thomas Eakins, the famous painter and sculptor… And that group of clouds over there gives me the impression of the stoning of Stephen…
I can see the apostle Paul standing there to one side..
“Uh huh… That’s very good… What do you see in the clouds, Charlie Brown?”
“Well, I was going to say I saw a ducky and a horsie, but I changed my mind!”
― Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 5: 1959-1960
And then dievca ran into these items from Lacoste and they made her smile through the tears:
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
― Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now (pieces) © 1967 Gandalf Publishing Co.
The French: they talk food, they seek food, they cherish food, they live food.
dievca knew that.
It became more clear throughout the week while driving all over Normandy. Many restaurants are/were closed for the August Holidays and finding food became a challenge. Dealing with a “foodie” increased the stress. It meant that running to a supermarché became imperative.
After a really bad meal at a desperate Chinese restaurant stop,
dievca was all for having food on hand.
That said, dievca and her friend ran into some great food, too. A Senegalese chicken and rice joint on the edge of the Seine River run by a very elegant and social Lady. A new Japanese Restaurant in the University section of Lille started by a young Chinese girl with her Mom helping. A local restaurant recommended by the Lady of a chambre d’hotes off the beaten path, yet, 10 minutes away from the Le Mont-Saint-Michel walk.
And dievca cannot forget the various pâtisserie and salon de thé.
This post was brought to mind when dievca’s friend went into full-blown conversation about the differences between food from Normandy vs. Brittany at the breakfast table for 30 minutes one morning. The stereotypes are there for a reason:
France = Food.
Photos: dievca 08/2018 France
There is a place for special cases.
The ones who aren’t simple or familiar.
The ones that take extra time and attention.
But, in the end, they give exceptional pleasure and Joy.
Because they are special.
I close my eyes and daydream of your touch. A way of keeping sane. It’s been awhile. A tough year has caused changes in traveling, work, play and Life. The more people I have spoken to about 2015, the more I realize that others have had to deal with crises, as well.
I am not alone.
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. MEDITATION XVII Devotions upon Emergent Occasions John Donne
Hard to remember when you are failing, flailing.
In my dream, the lines blur:
Focus – distraction – lost
Children – No Children – Lack of Family
Happiness – Sadness – Disappointment
Sharing – Separation – Loss
Life – Death – Panic
Overwhelmed, I begin to bleed words.
Erupting and spilling from my fingers.
Until my eyes remember your gaze.
Until my ears hear your voice.
Until my body feels your touch.
Stitches to hold the blood.
Guiding me back to some semblance of reality.
Touching – Listening – Learning – Healing – Strengthening
It’s been a really tough year, 2015.