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Poetry and Meaning

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This poem by Shel Silverstein is from an anthology of poems and cartoons published by him with the same name in the 1970s. I do not remember how we got it but I have several books of poetry. Poetry can tell a story, elicit emotion, evoke a memory or simply make one think.

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/shel_silverstein/poems/14836

Hauntingly to me it is a metaphor for life. I do not know where the smoke blows black and the dark street winds but every life has rough spots. Childhood is full of hope and dreams and looking towards a bright future free from cares.

But growth and maturity catches us and distracts us from ourselves. It adds fear, anxiety and worries about things over which we have no control.

Looking back from the end of the sidewalk one sees with great clarity the chalk marks where direction was changed forever.

Or Shel may have been writing with something totally different in mind.

Carpe Diem.

Turnovers

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As in turn over a new leaf or turn over you are snoring? Nope these are turnovers made with croissant dough, egg wash and, in this case, cherry pie filling left over from another project.

In my father’s family there was this undertone at family gatherings that one should eat dessert first because as we all know, “One cannot predict the time or place of one’s death.” That is for the big man upstairs.Recently I rediscovered my copy of “Baking with Julia” a cookbook in the same vein as her old shows where she demonstrates how to do things. This book is dedicated to bread and pastries. I tend to wander off and experiment with variations on a theme.

About two weeks ago feeling full of ennui I decided to follow the croissant dough recipe and make croissants. Buttery flaky pastry dough has been a mystery for me. I have made bread for many years and each time I do I am amazed at two things; why I continue to buy store bread from commercial bakeries and how long the commercial bakery bread will last while I am eating up the last of the loaf I previously baked.

Following Julia’s explicit detail I mixed up a simple sweet dough and placed it into the fridge overnight. With it I beat up a pound of butter (18 oz. actually) with some flour and shaped it into an oval shape about an inch think and placed it in the fridge overnight. This was a two day activity. Not as big of a time commitment as making sourdough but much more demanding physically and definitely more satisfying mentally.

The croissants tasted great but had no great beauty to them. I used part of the dough to create a fruit pocket style coffee cake but the dough was wrong for that. Danish dough is better for the fruit pocket.

The last of the dough I used to make turnovers. These are great. I rolled the last of the dough out into a 12 inch by 12 inch square, cut it into quarters and folded the dough over a glop of cherry pie filling. I glued the dough together with some egg wash and pressed the edges down with a fork. All are painted with egg wash before going into a 350 degree oven for 15 minutes. When they came out I drizzled them with Virginia Bakery roll icing which is just confectioners sugar with more sugar and a little water. These are good. I will do them again.

Carpe Diem, but do not forget to eat dessert first.

Gamache (Louise Penny) and Croissants

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“Grief is love with no place to go.” says Armand to a young killer. Amazon Videos has made shows out of several of the stories written by some of my favorite authors.

Watching one of these videos the other night while waiting for my croissants to fluff up for the oven, this quote jumped out at me.

I think I am feeling that these days. Baking can be therapeutic. It is a hobby I have perused for many years. When My sister came to visit a couple weeks ago I made her pot roast one evening. It was great and I used the leftover mashed potatoes in a recipe I have for potato bread. That turned out great. Something I have not tried to do but I now have the time for is croissants and other pastry.

Yesterday I made some croissants. (Why is there two sses in croissant?) Here is a image of my first effort. I took them to Cheryl this morning but she was sleeping.

I also need more practice with the croissants. The other half of the croissant dough is resting in the freezer waiting for me to become inspired to try it again. I think maybe a hotter oven and proof the yeast a bit when I start the dough. The recipe I was following used wet (cake) yeast which I do not have. Perhaps further experimentation with technique. These two out of ten turned out okay – not bad for a first effort.

Holy cow they are rich. There is a whole pound of butter in this recipe.

Carpe Diem.

Admission Of…

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What is a good way for me personally to think about, meditate, ponder my own feelings and emotions as Cheryl adjusts to her new environment? I have expressed to others that this change in our lives seems harder on me than her. It is merely a perception but she has adapted and accepts her new digs as hers.

I admitted to myself a few days ago that I felt guilt and doubt about getting Cheryl into Bridgeway Pointe’s Memory care unit. I now think it was the best decision we could make for ourselves. Many people including the nursing staff at Bridgeway have asked me how I am doing.

Dealing with feelings of emptiness…

I feel empty. It is as though a death has occurred.

Every day, all day up until November 15, 2023 Cheryl occupied my waking thoughts. On November 14th she moved into Bridgeway Pointe’s Harbor section room 137. She did not leave my heart but she left. Things were still happening on the 14th but on the 15th when I woke up, I did not have to take care of anybody but me. My day was suddenly empty.

I went to get a haircut and get the oil changed in the car. Two things that I had put off because I either did not remember to do it until it was too late in the day or I could not focus on the day to day activities that one has to do to keep it all moving forward. As I drove off to do those chores I said to myself out loud in the car that I could do whatever today and one of those whatevers could be visit Cheryl.

I suddenly felt empty again. I really hate eating alone.

Connections to others…

For some time now I have focused all my energy on Cheryl and her needs. It is time to reconnect with other friends and acquaintances and lament the lack of a life long friendship with anyone other than my wife.

Perhaps it is time to make new friendships. Have lunch. Drink a beer or two and watch a football game.

Turned inward toward Cheryl for so long…

I was and am still so focused on Cheryl and assuring myself that she is happy and we cared for I was unable to accept the fact that others may be able to do better for her than I could.

I have visited with her each day since she moved in. There is actually nothing for me to do but visit. That is fine but she is off in her own thoughts and delusions most of the day. Once she told me that I needed to take care of myself. (She has little periods of lucidity.)

I cannot always distinguish between watery eyes and simple ego. Both make it hard to see. Ego takes a lot of side stepping to see around. It really blocks the view. Watery eyes distort the view much like looking through a piece of skrim.

What is next?

For now I will devote more time to my part time activity at Mason. There are many things that I want to make sure work correctly for the red level control activities.

I want to write about our experiences more. I may back away from my blog for a bit. Writing about Cheryl and her affect on my heart is still too much. It gives me watery eyes.

I want to set up a work area in my little office space. I have always been interested in electronic things and gadgets. I need to set up a space to do those things – whatever they are.

Today I made bread. Baking is a hobby. I will have to be careful since I am the only one to eat anything I bake. Perhaps I can find others to give my baking to and make a new connection.

Carpe Diem is a motto I need to apply to myself.

At Peace

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One evening this week our three children came over to discuss what is best for their mom. It is a hard discussion. Cheryl was part of it. As we came to understand and accept the few decisions about Cheryl’s future care, I sensed a peace, a calmness descend upon my soul. Cheryl needs more help than I can give her consistently. I do not function well with little sleep.

That meeting took place a couple days ago. It may be my imagination but I sense that Cheryl is slipping away. She slept unwell overnight which in and of itself is not unusual but today she is sleeping the day away.

Carpe the next Diem. This one appears to be lost.

Maybe my night is lost also.

Writing that last line has put me in mind of controlling the things I can and letting go of trying to control the things that I cannot.

Carpe tomorrow.

Life is Relentless

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There are so many things that cannot be ignored.

  • laundry
  • eating
  • cleaning
  • care giving
  • personal hygiene
  • taxes
  • utility bills
  • car repairs
  • joy and goodwill of others
  • entertainment
  • peaceful, restful sleep
  • health and healthcare
  • good coffee
  • visits with friends
  • learning to cook
  • how to tighten screws
  • learning new things every day
  • building maintenance and painting
  • love

There are many things that can be ignored.

  • political opinion
  • opinions of others about anything
  • judgmental people
  • messy desks
  • Facebook, X and other social media
  • Advertising and ads for drugs
  • Hurricanes in Ohio

Carpe Diem.

Time for a Change

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One of my favorite words is Luddite. It is a pejorative. Luddites are resistant to technology and change. Buddhism and Hinduism share the doctrine of Anicca or Anitya, that is “nothing lasts, everything is in constant state of change”. Imagine a Buddhist Luddite. There is a guy with a serious mental health issue.

Difficulties of life while supporting a person with any sort of chronic disease tempers one’s world view. I have come to decide that change in perspective is necessary for a healthy mind, a calm mind, a sane mind.

I have decided to make three changes in my day that I hope will adjust my personal perspective. In the morning spend an hour writing. It is quiet. Use the time wisely. In the morning spend fifteen minutes doing some exercise. In the evening read for an hour. Stephen King has a new book.

I do some of this currently. Generally I read for an hour or so before I go to bed but after I help Cheryl to bed. It is quiet in the late evening. Cheryl usually needs time to settle down. If I go to bed at the same time as her I tend to lie awake listening to her squirm and rub and pat the bed and generally fidget. Often while reading I find myself listening carefully to hear if she is moving. If this happens I realize that whatever reading material I have is not holding my interest and attention. It is time to sleep.

For awhile in the morning during the early summer I had a series of chair yoga (old out of shape people yoga) exercises that I did in the morning. The whole series took about 15 – 20 minutes. Somewhere in June I lost interest and quit but exercise is boring and doing exercise because someone told you it is good for you is uninspiring. I do not simply believe ideas that others expound. I look for some validity elsewhere first. Perhaps I need to mix it up and find my groove. I am still working on that aspect of it.

Write in the morning during the early hours while Cheryl is still sleeping. Make it a routine and perhaps I can finish my book. My it a routine and perhaps I can inspire myself. I have started three different book ideas. I have to select one and push it.

A fourth thing not mentioned above is go back to working with students in the program I am involved with at a local community college. It is a fact that communication with others without dementia can be a relief from the miscommunication that occurs in our every day life. Four hours is about long enough for me relax and not think about Cheryl. It is a break. I think I need that.

It is later in the year. The sun goes down earlier in the day. Cheryl’s brain wanders off into some odd places when it is winter gloomy outside. Our condominium is one the first floor of a two story building. We are in the back and the windows face east with a view of an overgrown woods. It can be a bleak landscape view in the winter. In the summer it fills in close enough that there is no view of the sunrise. Garages line the front so that there is no view to the front and the typically magnificent sunsets we can view from our hilltop. But it is a one floor plan which is perfect for Cheryl and her bad knees. it is, however, dark in the winter and on a cloudy summer day much like viewing the world through cataracts.

And there you have it, my first morning of writing and thinking.

Carpe Diem.

It’s Hot

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The weather weenies all recommend the same thing  – it is hot, stay home if you can. It is snowing, stay home if you can. It is raining, stay home if you can. There’s a new strain of Covid called ny.g.78.5-17 circulating, stay home if you can. Canada is on fire, stay home if you can. The Indians have landed a lunar lander on the south pole of the moon, stay home if you can. The head of the Wagner group got his plane shot  down, stay home if you can.

The Republican psuedo debate is on television tonight, stay home if you can.

A woman on the other side of the gas pump to me remarked they say the economy isn’t bad, making clear reference to the price on the pump. I thought, stay home if you can. I said, it’s hot though.

There are so many things for us to worry about, I am going to stay home if I can.

Hot outside, stay home if you can.

Carpe Diem.

What are My Goals?

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My sister said that maybe I should reevaluate my goals for Cheryl. I interpreted that as not specifically goals but what am willing and wanting to do for her care. Considering myself and my health in that same equation.

Hmm, lots to think about there. Recently I bought a new transfer chair to help me maneuver Cheryl around various places that I felt were too far for her to walk. My original thought was graduation and parties. We had some of those coming up.

It was a convenient method of transport so much so that I opted to take it to Florida on our little trip and not Cheryl’s super-walker from U-Step. In retrospect it was both a mistake and a smart move. I did take her “in house” walking frame. She had support at night and in our rental condo. A beach wheelchair was free for the asking we merely had to make a phone call to the life guards.

I pushed her across the street to get ice cream a couple times. that would have been a car trip if I had not had the transfer chair. — Convenient. Getting her into and out of the ladies handicap bathroom/stall — INConvenient. Live and learn mom used to say. We will keep using the transfer chair. It is how I get her out of bed to the toilet to the kitchen. It works great for that. I have not had any back issues. She does partially support herself.

I have started to think — actually I have for some time — I need to get my act together before I start helping her get her act together. In that instance I am not in a hurry for me and I can be calmer (I am still not good at that part.) at least while I am helping her. I have learned to anticipate her moves.

When we were at the neurologist earlier this week he asked if we would like to talk with a doctor associated with their practice that specializes in palliative care. We will see how this all plays out. Are we near the junction with another road?

Carpe Diem

81 Miles to Home

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In my former life as a teacher of control topics I had the students set up an electronic timer to reach its goal at 10 seconds and 30 seconds to teach the point when you are waiting 10 seconds to is a long time and 30 seconds is “forever “.

From my view in the back seat the miles to go display is not fast enough. What is it about progress displays that make us wish them to go faster? The electronic timer had no display. It also taught patience.

61 miles now. Urgency is calling me. We are close to home and I can feel stability and familiarity drawing me in. It was a great beach trip.

Black hat
Us beaching
Early morning beach
Setup
Patience almost done

Carpe patience Diem.