Welcome to susannahsays, which is a compilation of short essays, some poems, a little tongue-in-cheek….bits of this and that. Why don’t you grab a coffee, pull up your chair and visit for a bit?
And did he sweep you
off your feet,
he of the dashing
Air Force uniform
and cloven chin?
Did you see in his face
your unborn children -
or a one-way ticket
out of there?
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“They Called Him the Maniac”
By Clarissa Pinkola Estés
The old woman with Alzheimer’s is protected
by her rowdy, bellowing husband.
He uses his big body to bar staff
and family from her bed.
Just imagine it: a place where you can really live out your active senior years – not simply sitting nodding at the television, or waiting for the weekly bingo game, or hauling yourself out of bed earlier than you’d like because otherwise you’ll miss breakfast, or worrying about meeting the huge fees involved in living in some of the more upscale residences – but instead being independent and useful, sharing your skills and thoughts and ideas with other seniors working toward the goal of making a life within a small shared community.
Sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?
My DH is a dedicated fan of CBC’s Michael Enwright’s Sunday Edition, and he told me about one edition that I had to read and listen to.
So I did. I read “Baba Yaga House: The Sequel.” [http://www.cbc.ca/thesundayedition/shows/2013/03/17/baba-yaga/]
Just lately, my dear, faraway friend Lee and I have been playing a little game via email, comparing the merits of beautiful places in the world to visit, joking that we should pick up and run away for a bit here…..or perhaps there….or even somewhere else….dreaming pleasant dreams of faraway places.
As I was replying to my friend’s latest discovery, my little email message suddenly bellied up to the bar and transformed itself into a blog post as a host of warm memories drifted across my mind’s eye. I wandered; my fingers typed. Here’s what they had to say: Read the rest of this entry »
My sympathy for the inevitable grief that attends awareness of death to come led me into a soliloquy of my own on death….and a reminder to myself that I and my friends and siblings are next in line to “step up to the plate,” as it were. Read the rest of this entry »
The very first thing I did after opening my eyes this morning was to pick up my latest project and start knitting. This sweater pattern has been quick and easy and is now nearly finished….and I CAN’T WAIT!
This is the best part of knitting, for me. By this point in the process, I’m usually sick of the thing (I would never be mistaken for a process knitter!) and I’ve gathered at least three other patterns that I’m champing at the bit to get started on; so now I’m more than ready to tidy up the bits and pieces, wash, block and dry the item, and finally admire my FO. Read the rest of this entry »