Sometimes something happens that stops you in your tracks. Pulls you up short. Makes you look around.
Yesterday I was just getting ready to pick up Elder from summer camp, thinking what to make for tea, worrying about today’s meetings. Then I got one of ‘those’ calls. A member of my family is very ill, probably not getting better ill. I can’t say more because they aren’t party to this blog and have a right to privacy. But oh, it knocks the wind out of you. I’ve been here before, twice. I hate this particular waiting room. I know it’s peeling posters and cracked walls.
Looking back over the last few blog entries I may seem to be a bit (a bit?!) frivolous but I’m trying to live in the moment. Parkinsons brought me up short, as did my previous visits to the waiting room. Yesterday’s news reconfirms this – we have to grab what life we have and squeeze it dry. In the meantime could someone please have a word with Management to at least change the magazines in here?