Monday, May 13, 2013
My life looks over a cliff....
It almost crashes daily, but not quite.
Debris is all around me; floor needs sweeping to get the chunks gone.
His laundry is done daily by the aide but hers gets done when it gets done.
Dishes are usually clean in the dish washer but the kitchen looks a mess.
Enough food for meals is there, you just have to hunt a bit.
People are clean and only one bed gets made.
The cat is fat and furry and cute but he always wants more food and scratches the furniture and me.
Sunshine streams in the windows and skylight but the shades are mostly askew needing fixing.
Two computers hum with fun and information on desks full of undone business and cups and glasses.
Health aides arrive not knowing what needs doing and everything needs doing.
Jokes and puns and dumb songs fill the air even if daily hygiene needs help badly.
A delicate balance is maintained with spring plants coming up near the sleeping guy in the wheelchair.
Teeth and skin and meds are tended by experts though hair and beard grow out of control.
He looks more like a scruffy Santa Claus than a trim suited businessman.
She is calm and actually happy even if looking over the cliff.