Glory

I worked as a recreational therapist in a nursing home and one of 'our' residents (in late stages of dementia) had a schedule of up and down days. Amazingly enough she was VERY consistent in her behaviour; if she was happy on monday, we knew she'd be down on tuesday. She was a very theatrical woman, with a voice full of pathos and I loved her to bits. Memorable was the day when she sat on the rim of her bed, drinking her tea, closing her eyes and woefully exclaiming that she was blind."Nurse! Nurse! I can't see anything!

Explaining to her that opening her eyes would certainly help got us nowhere.

Good times.

I miss it, working with people. It's been ages since I've had a job related to health care, but I can almost always find a relevant memory to go with a recent event. Like right now, when I wanted to type something about me being rather 'meh' today against yesterdays 'yay' and my mind wandered right back to Mrs. van der E.

Anyway, the Hibiscus is Glorious and my sunglasses fell off my head and cracked while I was taking this photo. I figured I'd better make the loss count :)