Wednesday, January 18, 2012

I am a Gandhi wannabee

Gandhi said something like...I want my windows open to all ideas, but my house not blown down by any of them..something like that.  Staying steady in the storm. my mother is sitting in her wheelchair clear as a bell.  No more C.Diff, urinary tract infection, dementia....for now...everything is for now. She does not remember seeing the man behind the curtain or talking to the zoo animals.  She does not remember falling out of bed on her way back home to the very bed she fell out of.  She does not remember saying naughty words...she is forever the lady.. for now. The assisted living where she lives, is well through its second week of state quarantine due to Norvo virus.  My mother did not get it..yet..knock on wood, stay tuned.  I wish I did not keep going on the same roller coaster ride that she rides on.  It is quite exhausting.

Mother says that when the quarantine is over and the weather is nicer, she is going back out to lunch bunch with her friends and to her poetry group.  


Death whispers in my ear,
"Over here, over here."
His smile beguiles me,
"Over here, over here."
I will run; so will he.
We race against reality.

From Daydreams by Alice Franzen Clemons Burt

1 comment:

MulticoloredPieces said...

Hi, Diane. I love your grandmother's quilt that you're working on. Lovely, old-fashioned design. Hope your mom stays in good shape. And I'm enjoying my new needle case--I put my l-o-n-g appliqué needles in it!
best, nadia