Zwerglipatch March 27, 2011 11:01 a.m.
Dad Meyer is back in the hospital. The Zwerglipatch Soap Opera continues. Happily. It looks like there may be a happy ending.
Dad needs and wants, psychiatric help. This, as we know, is an important step towards recovery. Last night was not an easy night for him; nor, was it easy for Mom Meyer. The two of them were ready to go to the hospital this morning — with no fuss.
René called. Dad has been admitted to a private room, already seen by a medical doctor, and will see a psychiatrist this afternoon. Dad, without his usual “calming” pill, has been calm. Let’s hope Mom will come home tonight and get some sleep.
René and I had to do shopping yesterday. Big, weekly shopping is new for us. Ugh! And that is all I will say.
At the moment, I am alone and enjoying this bit of peace and quiet. Potential drama is not my cup of tea. A cup of hot, green tea is what I need — and, shall have.
Zwerglipatch March 28, 2011 4:55 p.m.
As I stare at the sunlight making the spines of the Barrel Cactus glow like a halo, I, myself, am hoping to glow with a ray of enlightened energy. Forgetting aches. Forgetting feeling. Forgetting.
Forgetting is not bad when one remembers the reality of now. What is bad is not remembering the now of yesterday which was full of light and dark. As one’s eyes close, one erases imagery. Then, one creates new imagery. Those who cannot create get into trouble. True, creation can be recreation.
I close my eyes wishing to experience absolute nothingness which, for me, is rejuvenating sleep. I am able to recharge in a few minutes of just at lowering my senses to do the simple sensing that makes us, well, Us. We have to use our senses to be aware of what is around us. We have to recall instantly what has no physicality, at the moment, for us to sense. This act of sensing shadow, for lack of a better word, for me encircles the all. The complete. The void which we tend to ignore, yet, is important to understand the feeling. With feeling complete, one is well. One is peaceful.
Zwerglipatch March 29, 2011 6:30 a.m.
How quickly the sky lightens. When I got up I could see the Planets and the Crescent Moon.
I also had high blood pressure due to dreaming of walking and walking and walking. My pressure is now “normal”.
Thus, begins Bistro Day. A very special Anniversary for René and I. Today, or rather, this day, in 1980, was the day we first got together, face-to-face, and talked. We had been pen pals. We went to Greenwich Village’s Corner Bistro for a Bistro Burgher and dark beer. The rest, as you know, is our history. Each day is an Anniversary.
It is a good thing we have kept track of what we have done for we wouldn’t remember half of what is on our Events list. René and I believe if more people did this, more people would soon realize how eventful life can be. A memory is an event. One needs to jumpstart one’s memory. As I have said, one memory leads to another. Soon, exhaustion enters from remembering all that one has achieved. The way to happiness is remembering achievements. Sometimes, getting up in the morning is an achievement. Trust me. I know.
A cup of tea helps start a harried day to lower one’s blood pressure. Trust me. I know.
Tea helped me this special day.