Gentle Reader, You're Forgiven if you've in subscribed from my RSS feed. Entirely understandable. My Posts have become so infrequent that my Blog Report Card would receive a 'D' for Effort.
My darling mother had the inevitable very bad fall , two weeks after Christmas, and we had to quickly make decisions that my parents had successfully avoided planning for. We all decided to transfer my mother from the city to an aged care facility in our country town and to invite my dad to live with us so that we could look after him and so that he could be close by to visit Mum.
Suffice to say that I'm still here, still in good humour, although my GP and I are working on another Mental Health Plan for 2015, such has been my fluctuating stress level response to my new situation. There is nothing bad in the situation; it is just a matter of adjustment.
A close friend suggested I add another blog to the Magpie's Nest branch and it is such an excellent idea that I'm going to take her up on it! I adore the creativity in image and title design in blog creation! Coming up with a catchy title will test me. I am open to suggestions please.
Life in the Slow Lane continues to be rich. Although I describe myself as 'time rich' I find myself wanting to accumulate more time as my obligations to family and dear friends take up a lot of time, and I discover that I am not in fact an extrovert as I've described myself for five decades or more. I'm an introvert who enjoys the company of very few people in very small infrequent bursts from time to time. No wonder I get irritated when socialising or commitments take time away from flute and piano practice, and knitting, and fussy cutting for patch work, and reading, and gardening, and blogging, and ceramics. How to negotiate social contracts and not send myself insane, using this newfound insight?
How does one get to the age of 62 not realising something so basic until one's very clever daughter points it out?
I started this blog with the idea that the personal was political and that our lives were more similar than different and that sharing was caring. I still believe that. That's why I bother. We're off to the AgedCare Facility. Dad hates the phrase 'nursing home'.