Monday

[k_sereinroom]

A rough day. Irritable. But I’ve turned it around by this evening. My two little paintings look alien and weird. I’ll set them aside for some days and look at them again.

As often, the kitchen was a sanctuary for me. The sun shone in this morning, brighter than I’ve seen it for awhile.

And this evening I chatted with my friend in a virtual world. He was telling me of his relief with the philosophy of existential phenomenology. Afterwards, I queried my ChatGpt about it...to put it into my language, what I might like about it, and what I might not. I already knew I don’t want it as another framework from which to live. It was a lovely discussion.

I must keep finding ways to age in place. There’s no way I could tolerate being in a nursing home. I’d have to go mute. Well, not really the thing to ponder this week.

I’ve become a person who wakes up some mornings wondering, “Is he dead yet?”

Comments

[michaelboy]

I volunteer with Hospice and while I know it is a difficult time for many of these patients in a nursing home, many still have so much to say and add valuable insights to the lives around them. Of course, like you, I want to be able to stay at home for as long as possible. Aging isn't always predictable or easy.

[k_sereinroom]

You're right, of course.