I love getting to know your mother. The pictures of her as she takes to her bed or bosses people around, as she gives the specialists their due, are quite beguiling. And you. Lying on the rocks face seeking sun, or taking to your bed like your mother....(did she do the NYT puzzles?) You are also colorful and beguiling even when mournful, my friend.
It occurs to me that my mother and I have become quite inseparable. I am circling back to her and wanting her guidance, or at least her presence. Everyone in my family did The Puzzle on Sunday, with a pen. In fact, I consider it a sign of their love for me that they always let me have first crack at it. Thanks for being there.
Thanks for this. I for one would not be inclined to a snicker of derision re your experience on the rocks, having spent many summers taking many camping trips around the Northwest and Mountain West. I do resonate with the unease you express with the new kinds of isolation and disconnection we live with in the contemporary medical world, now that technology has us “better” connected.
As I read my post again, I have such a strong sense of the expansiveness of the hot rocks and the claustrophobia of the waiting rooms. I remember my horror when they introduced hospice team meetings with everyone bound to the screen. Every gain in technology, every efficiency, carries along with it a loss in caring.
Thank you Susie, Thanks for completing the story which I got a hint of earlier. I enjoyed the well scribed and beautifully flowing messages - probably not unique to just us “Seventy Somethings”. These seem to fit well into our year and this summer scene!
I love getting to know your mother. The pictures of her as she takes to her bed or bosses people around, as she gives the specialists their due, are quite beguiling. And you. Lying on the rocks face seeking sun, or taking to your bed like your mother....(did she do the NYT puzzles?) You are also colorful and beguiling even when mournful, my friend.
It occurs to me that my mother and I have become quite inseparable. I am circling back to her and wanting her guidance, or at least her presence. Everyone in my family did The Puzzle on Sunday, with a pen. In fact, I consider it a sign of their love for me that they always let me have first crack at it. Thanks for being there.
Thanks for this. I for one would not be inclined to a snicker of derision re your experience on the rocks, having spent many summers taking many camping trips around the Northwest and Mountain West. I do resonate with the unease you express with the new kinds of isolation and disconnection we live with in the contemporary medical world, now that technology has us “better” connected.
As I read my post again, I have such a strong sense of the expansiveness of the hot rocks and the claustrophobia of the waiting rooms. I remember my horror when they introduced hospice team meetings with everyone bound to the screen. Every gain in technology, every efficiency, carries along with it a loss in caring.
Thank you Susie, Thanks for completing the story which I got a hint of earlier. I enjoyed the well scribed and beautifully flowing messages - probably not unique to just us “Seventy Somethings”. These seem to fit well into our year and this summer scene!
Good to hear from you, Nelson. We are a mindful cohort of seventy somethings, aren't we?