I am small and my sister and I chase each other in and out of the house. In to all the rooms! One day I jump in the big white smooth receptacle and it is full of water! Warm! and I can’t touch bottom! I can’t get out! I HOWL!
Mother comes, fishes me out and puts me down. I run out of that room. She drops a big cloth over me and rubs me a little. I am drenched and I smell like flowers! It takes hours to clean up. My sister sniffs me and laughs.
I wrote this thinking about the increasing number of homeless because of housing costs and that incomes aren’t keeping up. And even if the income has kept up, a lay-off and an illness can put people so far behind that they can end up homeless. In Denmark, they rent rooms to students in nursing homes. Part of the payment is that they have to spend time with some residents. When will we set that up here?
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Volunteer
A man I know slides into kidney failure. He’s already there when I meet him, care for him for a number of years. He’s a really nice man. Over time a bit more disheveled unkempt dialysis twice a week. Even so, once on dialysis, people die younger than the rest of us. Over time he is in and out of the nursing home. loses touch with friends, in the home so much that even when he isn’t there he goes there and volunteers. They have become his family and home. At last he is so tired he stops dialysis and goes to the nursing home for the last time. The staff call me, crying. “He is hurting,” they say, “Do something.” He can’t swallow. I see him and place a fentenyl patch. He mostly sleeps then but is no longer in pain He dies a few days later. I haven’t seen this before: The nursing home staff cry for this man this volunteer this friend and I do too.
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One reason that he did well at the nursing home was that they understood how frail he was and that he couldn’t do very much. They gave him very gentle volunteer jobs and enjoyed his company. Sometimes when people are very frail or ill, others avoid them or just do not understand.
May Sarton writes of happiness, in the quiet at home.
I am so happy when I dance that I smile with joy. I wonder about the Sufis spinning and if it is the same. The poetry has that joy and anyone who calls God/Dess the Beloved has my attention. One who was almost a friend would laugh with me at restaurants. Twice strangers thank us for having so much fun. say our laughter gives them joy. Thinking about happiness, I think of my son’s capacity for joy and wonder where he got it. Surprise: from me, I think. From me.
Let’s see, I am thinking of famous people, not just that I’ve seen (from a distance) but that I know or knew:
Frankie Manning, one of Whitey’s Lindyhoppers who danced lindyhop at the Savoy Ballroom in Harlem in the 1920s and 1930s. He came to teach at the Savoy Swings Again dance weekends in West Virginia in the 1980s. He came to Port Townsend, too, for the dance camps here. I got to dance with him years ago and took classes and watched demonstrations. Hooray for him!
Bernice Reagon Johnson PhD, both for being an historian at the Smithsonian and for being the leader of Sweet Honey in the Rock for 40 years, and it’s still going! Ok, I don’t know her, but she is from my Washington, DC stomping grounds and I love that group.
Darryl Davis, for being an African American man who made appointments with KKK Grand Dragons to talk to them to try to understand. And some have quit! And he’s a fabulous Baltimore blues man and he and his band played at our wedding in 1989. He ran the Centrum Blues Fest for years too.
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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