Chasing Clouds (elderly parents)

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.