I could write a few volumes about what I do for a living. Today alone would have consisted a chapter or two but of course I can’t say anything because of reasons of confidentiality and, of course, I would not want to break the space I am given in each home to provide the most intimate of care. So much sickness and so much vulnerability that is not mine to share. I can say today a particular client who is in a very bad place physically and emotionally gifted me with a cutting of a spider plant. It is a teeny tiny thing that I have put into my window. I owned a spider plant a few years ago and Norbert would stalk it. It was the funniest thing. I would see him back in the kitchen area with his tail twitching and he would bolt at the plant and do a cartwheel and grab at the hangings. It was so funny I let him do it but he ended up killing it in the end. I won’t let him kill this spider plant.
After work today I tried to have a nap but I ended up watching Downton Abbey instead. Cursed show! And Orange is the New Black. When will we see the new season? And is the name Laverne Cox supposed to mean anything?
The tree outside my window is showing its first little buds of green. I named this tree Brianna after my mom died and I sat and stared out the window for months. Do you remember when I was told to cut her down and refused? The tree guy (arbourist?) got really mad and stormed off. It was so weird. Anyway, Brianna is doing more than fine.
OK. I started this post two hours ago and forgot about it. In that time I watched the end of a hockey game with my husband, read blogs, ate dinner made by my husband while I read said blogs, had a bath. petted Norbert, checked my work schedule for tomorrow and opened the window in the bedroom wide so I can sleep.