Author: Jaye Marie & Anita Dawes
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Friday Thoughts…
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can old age be beautiful? Another week is coming to an end, and once again, I am no nearer sorting my life out. I am trying, but somehow, I get thwarted at every turn. The only thing I seem to be good at, is my daily physio, which is at least keeping me mobile. I…
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Silent Sunday…
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I had a strong desire to walk around Petersfield Pond today. It was the perfect day to see what Mother Nature was doing. But no available transport, sigh. I would just have to look through my photographs of a previous visit. I thought I could stagger out to the garden, not quite the same thing,…
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A Job Too Far?
The garden tap has been leaking for weeks. I feel guilty every time I turn it on, and I have been desperate to get around to fixing it. The first thing I did was look for a replacement on Amazon, as ours might be beyond repair. I even ended up sending for two, but on…
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Silent Sunday…
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I wanted to be silent today too, as I didn’t want to share bad news anymore. I have been trying to relax, do what I can manage, pottering around at my own speed, which these days, is snail’s pace. I am terrified of falling again, and although I make sure to move slowly, there are…
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Silent Sunday…
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I am still struggling to get my thoughts in order, and this thing in my head is not helping. I want to feel relieved that help might be on the way, but for some reason, my mind won’t rest. I must admit to allowing this, as I am too tired to argue with anything. Even…
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The Appointment…
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a sunny hospital corridor… I had no idea what to expect at yesterday’s hospital appointment. I mean, they had already written me off, hadn’t they? Too old, too frail, not fit enough for surgery… All of my misgivings magically vanished the minute the doctor welcomed me into his office. He was a short, cheerful man,…