Had a rough day yesterday at work, it’s “season”, which means the snowbirds are down. Northerners have elected to defrost and congestion is now on our byways. Literally have to leave earlier to get to work on time and our census is up, a ratio we can count on.
One of my co workers did a random check on age and the mean was 82 just for one floor. “That’s alot of old people” stated one and immediately thought of my dad. He was 78 and lucid as they come, nevertheless cancer riddled his body and snuffed out his life.
Yup lots of old people to care for, that’s a given, however, maybe we need to ask; “Do we really care?”
Well, we do cope, we all cared, it’s the reason most of us chose our profession. It is not easy work. Response from our team is immediate and ongoing. Team work is mandatory. My son and husband will hear some of the stories and state “someone has to do it”.
Just now my cuckoo clock chirped a half hour warning. A gift from my husband this past Christmas, he said “It represents our life honey” It’s antique, yup old…and makes me smile every time I hear it now, which leads me to my tribute, an old song from my youth written by the most talented Carole King
Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I’ve got nothing to do but watch the passers-by
Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing
And they don’t see it showing, why do I?
I have often asked myself the reason for the sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there’s any answer, maybe love can end the madness..
Yesterday we had a clients daughter sleep by her father’s vent side. She always had the brightest smile. Posted pics from his youth scattered in the room, family streams in and out and that familiar sting would strike my eyes. Their dad was trying to leave…it rushed memories in.
Frailness of life, fleeting it is… as Yoda said; “Do or do not… there is no try.”
Carole you had it right, thanks for an awesome message, we live the love in our hearts on our face. And like nature, sometimes it’s in our walk. (My cuckoo clock just went off 11 times 🙂 )
Nature Note: Blue Footed Booby’s (real name here folks) are found from the Gulf of California down along the western coasts of Central and South America to Peru.
Their bright blue feet are a sexually selected trait. The brighter a males feet, the more attractive he is to a female. To attract a female, they have an elaborate dancing ritual to display their feet, first lifting one foot and then the other. Watch and smile! 🙂