THE BUDDHIST CARER

The cutlery drawer Now seems to be a challenge Where do the spoons go?

Facebook memory Pops up from 10 years ago. Kissing? Errr, what's that? (No photo credit as source unknown)

"Nice consistency!" the porridge Meister just said. Quite the accolade.

He feels not quite sure what time it is, what to do... Disoriented.

Between 9 and 12 is when they said they'd be here. Whose time counts the most?

Chinese leftovers - from last night's dinner - for lunch. One of my favourites.

"I'm tired" doesn't touch the sheer exhaustion I feel. Weary to my bones.

Ich fühle mich wohl wenn ich mich auf Deutsch verweil'. Ich habe Reiselust!

Seeing people's posts Of trips, near or far away. Fear of missing out.

A bowl of porridge Evokes retreat conditions Just for a moment.

Having a shower Well, it's quite a palaver. Could slip any time.

Haven't had a drink Too busy badgering him Just drink more, Suzanne!

"You deserve a life" the nurse said to me today. I had no idea.

This weekend's respite A glimpse of my life unlived. Reality check!

He's on his way home How do I feel about that? My body tells me.

Browning leaves falling Into the river at lunch. Autumn sun, welcome!

Relaxing takes time A process of letting go Be more Penny-dog.

Oh, what a relief He's away for three nights now. Tea, toast and TV!

Just look at that rain! The washing won't dry today Tumble dryer's on.

Realised today: I don't like accepting help. Tend to self-destruct.