I didn’t see the Ragtag Prompt fizzy until now! And then thought, oh, what do I have that is fizzy?
The ducks seem fizzy to me.
And the edge of the tide even more so:
With a pale rainbow bonus!
I didn’t see the Ragtag Prompt fizzy until now! And then thought, oh, what do I have that is fizzy?
The ducks seem fizzy to me.
And the edge of the tide even more so:
With a pale rainbow bonus!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: flow.
The tide goes out and comes back in. A reinstallation that happens daily all the world over.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: reinstall.
Ha. I got confused and posted this a day ahead of my Ragtag Daily Prompt.
This is about memory loss.
One of my patients eventually had to have her husband admitted to memory care. He was falling, he was angry, he outweighed her by 50 pounds and he was incontinent. When he fell, she could not get him up.
She went to our hospital Grief Group and came to see me, angry.
“They said he’s still alive!” she snarls. “I got mad and said, no, my husband is gone! He just left his body!”
“I’m so sorry.” I say. “I am sorry that they don’t understand.”
“I’m selling his stuff.” she says. “I don’t have any use for Ham Radio equipment. And HE doesn’t EITHER, now.”
She stomps out. I am sure she cried too.
That is how I think of Alzheimer’s. Neurons burning out from the present to the past. When the person can no longer talk, they are close. Then they are in the womb and stop eating.
Let them go, let them go, god bless them. Where ever they may be. You may search the wide world over but your memory person is free….
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: spiky.
So this is a beach. Why spiky? The tide is way out. Watch where you step or sit, because these are the spiky bits!
Barnacles! The live ones are closed with the water out, but the dead shells are also sharp and spiky. Bits that aren’t spiky are slick!
I took these on North Beach last May. Wear shoes or at least carry them.
The tide was way out when we walked yesterday. Usually we clamber on the rocks around the lighthouse, but this time we could walk below the rocks, on the sand.
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Daily Prompt: tide.
Blogging from A to Z, the letter Z.
Virtues and views and changes in the definition of feelings over time.
Yesterday we hiked from North Beach towards Cape George and walked 2/3 of the way. My phone welcomed me to Canada! We were not in Canada, but I think the Vancouver Island cell towers took over.
We were paralleled by a sailboat race. The very low tide was at 1:00 pm, so there were other hikers, picking up the beach glass. I found my first marble! There was a marble factory and you can still find the marbles, some perfect, on glass beach. I gave mine to my friend and then he found a cat’s eye and gave it to me.
The sailboats were going with the tide with the wind behind them and spinnakers up! Not in my photograph, at that point they were dipping south of Protection Island. We started back a little before 1:00 and watched the tide turn. The sailboats returned as well.
What does zoned mean to you? The sailboats were in the zone, with the wind behind and the tide helping. A long race and beautiful…..and this is my last letter for the A to Z.
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