This was the question I asked myself today about NaNoWriMo as I have quite some way to go to achieve my golden NaNoWriMo halo. Hell no, I said to myself, even though today, I feel like it! So this morning I wrote over 6000 words in a seemingly vain attempt to catch up. Then at lunch…
The room was full of nurses, coordinators and other staff from one of Adelaide’s leading nursing homes; I had spoken to other staff from the same group earlier in the week, as well as another group working in the Adelaide Hills a few weeks ago. Presenting my deeply personal story, making sure it suits the audience…
Today started out with me feeling fragile, fragile, fragile (see my Facebook page). It’s not that I don’t feel like that now, but I laughed so hard for the 45 minutes before my carer left tonight I have almost forgotten why I felt fragile!! My lovely carer Jodi was here today, and as usual we…
Well, I’ve signed up to attend a 10 day (yes, I repeat 10 day!!) Vipassana Meditation and Self-discipline course with my eldest son Matt, from 14-25 January 2012. In case you haven’t heard of it (I had not until recently), here is some information for us all to digest. I will need your help to digest it, as it is…
Well, I did have a great idea for today’s blog, but have been seriously distracted sooooooo many times today and tonight, I have absolutely no idea what it was. What a day! Up early, working on my presentation to Masonic Homes, an unexpected visitor who was in tears and I didn’t have the time to do…
and how to do it? These are the questions I ask myself many moments of most days. The dementia has definitely made life more complex, but has also unlocked new doors and interesting pathways, and found new mountains to climb and explore, albeit with more difficulty than before. My world has seemingly disappeared AND expanded, at…
In one of my favourite books, Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom tells a true story of Morrie Schwartz who is dying of Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), also referred to as Lou Gehrig’s disease, which is a form of motor neurone disease. A brave man with a positive view of life, Morrie believes one cannot learn…
One last morning at Tangalooma. A walk along a stretch of magnificent white sand beach, warm waters rippling in a soft breeze, seagulls and starfish, stretched along the coastline. A lesson in serenity, and a reminder not to sweat the small stuff. My soul has been filled with peace, time to think more clearly, and lots of laughter, surely the…
It was one of those nights… my husband and I laughed so hard we almost cried! Since dementia came into our lives, my television viewing has become somewhat limited to programs that have been viewed so often, they don’t upset or scare me, or are so boring no-one else in the family wants to watch them. Law…
It sounds selfish doesn’t it? I’ve been working away at NaNoWriMo, writing some days, thinking about writing some days, and thinking about how to bloody well write on other days! Writers block would be a blessing as it is not so much what to write any more, but how to. When the novel-writing month is…
Still enjoying wonderful Tangalooma, wonderful sunshine, perfect waters and surf. But, no internet tonight so my blog is stunted. Not a reason to get off track, but annoying just the same. I try to be more attentive and thoughtful with my words than on Facebook, but today is a simple case of good enough is…
In the book Julie & Julia by Julie Powell (2005), there are two beautiful lines that sparkle. Julie talks about a girlfriend and marriage (pg. 88), how no-one would be good enough for her – not smart enough, not kind enough, with no gift to match her percolating laugh, her voice that can spread its…
Every day is a new day, every book a new book, every tune a new tune. Such is my memory, and so, the tears have gone, and life on the train is still ok. My children see it as an opportunity I can’t remember what I’ve read, as being able to re-wrap the same book…
The dementia train seemed to stop for a while, or at least had slowed down, often taking those sharp corners slowly, rounding the bends with ease and going through the deep dark tunnels with the sense that the light at the end is still bright. It had seemed to be stable, as if the dementia…
It was a 6.15am flight to Brisbane that started my day, on route to a beautiful island called Tangalooma. The weather has been perfect, sunshine, still waters, dolphins, swimming and time with dear friends. Not much time or inclination for blogging or any other online activity, although I did manage to re-read yesterdays blog. The wordsmith tragic…
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