‘when one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners’
Zora Neile Hurston
- Compilation of Notes from September 2019:
I suggest the following grounding exercise for ‘monkey mind’ syndrome:
First, take a breath. Then, notice 3 things you can see, 3 things you can hear, and 3 things you can touch. Next, go down to 2 things (2 things you can see, hear, and touch), and then 1 thing (you can see, hear and touch). Trust me, it works. Former Caregiver Group Coordinator, Karyn Davies introduced it to me.
Caregiving for two octogenarians has a way of combating my habit of procrastination. You realize, with some trepidation, that at any moment, your life can change on a dime (as Leonard Cohen once said), due to a sudden fall, for example. If you really need to do something, you do it, you don’t put it off for long. This is what I’ve learned since last summer. In this way, caregiving focuses me.
- Sept 25:
In the early morning, I take out my garbage, as usual. In the distance, I spot a street person looking in my neighbour’s recycling box. I signal to him to come to ours, he smiles a toothless grin. We connect, two human beings, and then go our separate ways.
- Sept 27
The concept of ‘investment’ is interesting. I don’t mean financial, I mean rather, emotional. In this way I am deeply ‘invested’ in my parents’ well-being and safety. How invested are my siblings? One lives a good deal far away. Is this only a geographical distance, or does my sibling seek another kind of distance?
- Sept 29
At times it’s difficult to balance career (autonomy) and caregiving duties. At these times I am reminded of the archery metaphor of parenting. In this metaphor the children are the arrow, and the parents are the bow from which the arrow springs. The arrow is the children’s ultimate destiny.
October:
Oct 1st
Deep in the labyrinth of the gerontological health system. At these times a quote I once heard comes to mind:
‘Damn it, how will I ever get out of this labyrinth?’
The labyrinth, I find, is like the 9-dots exercise (just Google 9 dots puzzle). As soon as you struggle, you don’t get it. When you relax and are clear, the solution reveals itself, like mist evaporating on a Spring morning.
Honestly, think of all the changes my father has experienced in his 80-odd years of life. I’d be confused too if I were him. In the city in which I live, there is endless construction. Once familiar landmarks are lost in a matter of weeks. Ours is a rapidly evolving society. Even I cannot keep up with the pace of change, so how could he, a man who once sat on the back of Bert the bread man’s horse and buggy?
PS Thinking about our dear departed animal companion, an American Field Lab. Also a rescue dog. We miss him like crazy. As I said to my mother: “we are all fur-deprived!”
If you, dear reader, are fortunate enough to have a furry friend, please give him a hug for me now.
In the spirit of the times, forever changing,
CAB
(I am now calling myself CAB, rather than the previous ‘Calm Pond’)