Gettting Old Again

There is nothing there
Except more and more work
Their false remorse I must
Sooth away with platitudes of
False memory and forgiveness joy

I know sighted guide
I have the needed skills
To help the geriatric blind
I understand all too well
Helpless procrastination

I am able to debate and interpret
Their deep core faith though
I believe not piles of mealy mouth
Words while I hopelessly cook
Their food that I can not eat

Just for their pleasure
I can be the jolly punster
And soothingly joke as we
Struggle to get clean and clothed
And I do the laundry out of sight

But for me there is nothing
There except memory to avoid
And more work to do
And the hot house heat
Steaming the holes in my brain

Whether here or there
I am alone and my pain lives
Within me to travel along
Company to sooth my aloneness
My love is merely compassion
Bear …07.31.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
Soon enough, my turn. With my bad attitude nobody will be able to tolerate me!!!



Yesterday, Saturday,  Oct. 26

  Roy felt woozy, started to lean, flung his arm out to catch a rafter, but lost consciousness so that his weight continued in the arc and all 6ft 4in. of him landed  face first (to the side on his cheekbone) on the edge of the cat food feeding can.  We were all afternoon-early night at the hospital getting sewed up and doing all sorts of tests.  Follow up testing is being scheduled and no driving and other cautions for … a while.  Classes of course continue.  We had a good ER doctor who took every symptom seriously.  There are some fairly benign possible causes and some quite serious possible causes that could all or individually have been the reason(s) for this incident and related disturbing symptoms …  which are to be investigated further.
I requested a plastic surgeon, who came right away even though not on call, to sew Roy up so the scarring should be minimal.  The ER (emergency room) doctor called the surgeon, personally, and he just happened to be not too far away.
I’m wondering:  If Roy had been turned in a different direction and landed in the cat’s litter box if it would have been a softer landing?
When we finally got home from the hospital, after eight hours, there  was barely enough time for me to go collect his North East Florida Fair entries which were supposed to be picked up during  the  three (or four?) hour time interval before midnight. The gates were being locked when I got there, even though I drove (fifth amendment invoked here) fast.  He won three Blue Ribbons (first place) and two Red (second place) .
Most of his woodworking tools, including those pictured, he makes himself.  Then the dimensions
and handles and types  of blades and chisels and gouges fit his own proportions and the needs of
the particular piece he is work on.
Roy says he wishes he had a better story to explain his stitches than “I fainted and fell in the cat food”.  To me, that is the best of the possible stories for this.