6.13.21 When I don't know where I'm going, it's best to start, not at the beginning, but where I am. Except, for someone caregiving for a loved one with dementia, where you are is a moving target.
Every day a small loss, often a moment of beauty or whimsy appreciated together - a cloud, the moon, a dog, our dogs, a kind word or deed.
She wanted to give a gift to the lady who does her nails. But, she doesn't remember the young ladies name. So she put the gift in a card.
She wanted to do it now, soon, anxious for some reason.
She drops the envelope at the shop, and because her person wasn't there, she gave the envelope to the owner.
Then she worries - I didn't get a call, no acknowledgement. Of course, the lady at the shop doesn't have a phone number or email for her. We get a call from the shop to make sure which person the card and gift are for. The owner sounds annoyed (to J).
No she feels she has to go to the shop when her lady is there, and apologize for causing her trouble.
A simple act of kindness, bouncing around in a well of forgetfulness and lost planning abilities. Reassurances fail :-)
I fear this will be the "good old days" in a few years.
every day a small loss. Yes. I photograph and video Mom, a lot. So after, I'll have that the way I have home movies from when I was young. It's also another way for me to connect myself to her, see the beauty in the aging. What's that they say, Aging isn't for sissies? Well, neither is caring for the aging.
Oh my gosh I Love the video, Jodi! ❤️ Bittersweet but so good! This is such a great essay of 'the moving target', caregiving, medications, and SO many elements that many people are unaware of. Time is shifting concept. As I was reading I was thinking that EVERY concept we humans have invented to organise or orchestrate our time/our routine/how we're meant to do things—all these everyday reference points become a mixed-up ball of wool, knotted & intersecting...
All the societal 'norms' are stripped bare. There are no reference points or stabilisers.
Improv and agility, and trying to stay upright...in the rollercoaster cart..
You've shared many wise words and ideas. I'll share a link from my website.xo
I love this essay. I remember reading it when you first posted it. And thank you for the morning love. That video of the two of you, boy oh boy. So very special. I've watched it so many times, because it reveals both of your true natures. So much love.
Every day a small loss, often a moment of beauty or whimsy appreciated together - a cloud, the moon, a dog, our dogs, a kind word or deed.
She wanted to give a gift to the lady who does her nails. But, she doesn't remember the young ladies name. So she put the gift in a card.
She wanted to do it now, soon, anxious for some reason.
She drops the envelope at the shop, and because her person wasn't there, she gave the envelope to the owner.
Then she worries - I didn't get a call, no acknowledgement. Of course, the lady at the shop doesn't have a phone number or email for her. We get a call from the shop to make sure which person the card and gift are for. The owner sounds annoyed (to J).
No she feels she has to go to the shop when her lady is there, and apologize for causing her trouble.
A simple act of kindness, bouncing around in a well of forgetfulness and lost planning abilities. Reassurances fail :-)
I fear this will be the "good old days" in a few years.
every day a small loss. Yes. I photograph and video Mom, a lot. So after, I'll have that the way I have home movies from when I was young. It's also another way for me to connect myself to her, see the beauty in the aging. What's that they say, Aging isn't for sissies? Well, neither is caring for the aging.
“Imagine trying to reassemble the lettuce in a chopped salad.” Such a great metaphor
Oh my gosh I Love the video, Jodi! ❤️ Bittersweet but so good! This is such a great essay of 'the moving target', caregiving, medications, and SO many elements that many people are unaware of. Time is shifting concept. As I was reading I was thinking that EVERY concept we humans have invented to organise or orchestrate our time/our routine/how we're meant to do things—all these everyday reference points become a mixed-up ball of wool, knotted & intersecting...
All the societal 'norms' are stripped bare. There are no reference points or stabilisers.
Improv and agility, and trying to stay upright...in the rollercoaster cart..
You've shared many wise words and ideas. I'll share a link from my website.xo
I love this essay. I remember reading it when you first posted it. And thank you for the morning love. That video of the two of you, boy oh boy. So very special. I've watched it so many times, because it reveals both of your true natures. So much love.
♥️