My husband has dementia, can I ethically put him into a nursing home and move to the United States?
If you’re planning to move to the United States now it is you who have dementia not your husband.
Or perhaps you are not very intelligent.
Are you very wealthy because if you’re not the plan is inconceivable.
Are you going to live with someone very rich in the United States who is in desperate need of a new wife? Be very careful.
Gazing down the green deep wild garden
I hear the birds making small private noises
Their little lives go on
They are happy unless their mate dies.
Geese can fly around for hours till exhausted searching for the one they have lost.
I like these small domestic sounds of birds or animals
No wonder cats want to eat birds, because the bird has got more free life than a cat has.
Imagine a cat’s family and their tame pet human shrunk to a suitable size by some magic potion like Alice in Wonderland.
Oh my little bird my garden bird I can’t see you but I hear you enjoying the evening sun
But no blackbird sings these times since they cut down the big tree.
If my hearing were better I would be able to hear even smaller sounds like the sounds of the worm pushing through the soil
Better than listening to the news.
We can’t get away from these articles I suppose we are living longer and so that’s increases the amount of time that we could the affected by cognitive problems
In my hedge of beech mixed into yew
The wrens have nested,now they learn to fly
I felt my heart grow lighter at this view
When the heart is lifted,that’s a clue
That symbols of new life are coming by
From my hedge of beech mixed into yew
Keeping vision clear,look out and bow
What lives now must shrink and one day die
I felt my heart ache taking such a view
With many gifts we humans are endowed
The gift of sight, fine flowers, blue butterflies
By my hedge of beech mixed into yew
The gift of tongues, creation of the new
From sweet Joan Baez to little babies’ cries
I felt my heart swell in my breast anew
Conception, growth,maturity,goodbye
Like the flying star we shall go far
By my hedge of beech mixed into yew
I felt my heart beat stronger than I knew
My front hedge is so thick, wrens made a nest
I saw a small bird flying low and swift
With my garden I feel human, blessed
The bonsai beech has grown till almost dense
It has no trunk, the leaves are tiny gifts
My front hedge is so full, wrens made a nest
My clematis has flowered beyond all sense
When I looked I felt my soft heart lift
In my garden, know that I am blessed
In a deep green wood the eye can rest
Open eyed, a look must not be fast
My front hedge welcomes wrens ,oh,love,a nest!
Deep happiness connects us to what’s best
The dark blue sky, the sunset flaming, brief.
With my garden I feel love, I ‘m blessed
Be alive, don’t dwell on thoughts too sweet
The natural world brings virtue and deceit
My front hedge is so thick, wrens made a nest
These tiny creatures filled with love and zest
My heart was aching like a rotten tooth
I never felt such certainty before
Don’t believe me when I tell the truth
My heart was aching like a rotten tooth
Such a pity that the heart’s not loose.
The fearful pain the anguish at the core.
My heart was aching like a rotten tooth
But now my heart won’t ache, it is no more
I wish that every woman had the time
To put the washing out and make a rhyme
I wish that men could enjoy changing sheets
The strong and muscular all fear defeat.
They tremble by the bed, their eyes go blurred.
Then they will pretend they do not care.
This is women’s work we are too weak
Men are not designed to deal with sheets.
The flat ones are not too bad to keep in place
But the fitted bottom sheets make red my face.
They can pull the beer in barrels strong
But they can’t pull a sheet, there’s something wrong
Never mind there are no sheets in hell
But as your mother told you show don’t tell,
Surprised by sun I hung the washing out.
Should I have written poetry instead?
Yet this was a good thing I have no doubt
Surprised by sun I hung my white sheets out
And in my mind I heard my mother shout
Put that book down,, go and make your bed
Surprised by sun I hung the washing out
I wish I’d written poetry instead
The sun pierced both my eyes and then my heart
Enjoyed itself and filled my soul with bliss
As light had to choose it chose that part
I received a gift I had not sought
in truth I must reveal I’d like a kiss
The sun pierced both my eyes and then my heart
Enjoyed itself and filled me with its bliss
On April 29th the sun shone through
The northwest window where I mostly sit
I do not feel that sunlight is my due
On April 29 the sun came through
Shone upon my face my eyes of blue
My heart leapt up and that was truly fit.
On April 29 the sun came through.
The northwest window was indeed well lit
Down daisied fields sweet grasses grow
Down these green fields,I know,I know.
In unploughed fields where wild flowers blow
We’ll meet again,I Iove you so.
It was in the first soft summer light
I saw you standing by my side
I saw you by the drystone wall.
I never doubted you at all
When meadows bright all bloom again
I know we’ll see you coming then..
in sunny fields where wildflowers hide
I’ll know my love is by my side
Oh,come dear heart,do not delay..
We are not long till in the clay.
I’ll stand upon the beacon hide
And never rest,till you are near.
When flowering buds all open wide
When bees to poppies swiftly glide.
When your dear heart is pressed to mine
Our eyes will melt and souls combine. Oh,where are you,my dearest one?
All too soon our lives are gone
I gaze across the fields and hills.
As sunset-sky with flames is filled.
When buttercups and celandine
Beckon to me in my dreams.
When apple blossom fills the tree
I believe with love I’ll see.I’ll see.
When your world cracks open and throws your body down
When your world evaporates and turns you into steam
When your world disfigures you and you seem like a clown
Don’t be quick to build again, there’s value in these schemes.
Many worlds are possible and here’s the pattern book
Don’t be hasty in your ways, better far to look
Fearful on the precipice and fearful on the hill
Fearful of the loneliness, yet cold lovers can kill
Stand alone on trembling legs and see a different view
When you find your destiny, you feel renewed.
Everything is blurry now, poor eyes cannot adapt
But when the legs get steadier, vision will correct.
No mother dear nor father strong can help you with their care
We must be quite separate for our new world to bare.
The world is new inside the gap where symbols grow and swirl
And across the sky above the stars dance all a whirl
Safety and security if taken on too soon
Lessen the alternatives and may lead down to doom
Courage to the child we are, courage in our hearts
In the forms now visible we will find new shape.
Less like armour plating, more like pliant skin,
Fitting us externally and fitting the within
I am trying to get British gas to understand that I no longer use gas I’ve been doing this for several years with no success
Finally I got onto live chat
I am 72nd in line do you think I’m going to wait for a minimum of 72 minutes in a maximum of 720 minutes or 1440 minutes in order to tell them yet again that I do not use gas
While her potato was baking Rosa decided to wash her hair.The first thing she found was Persil Silk and Wool wash.She poured it over her head and rubbed it in.Just then the new doorbell rang.Today it was playing Puppet on a string ,made famous by Sandy Shaw.She opened the door and found her fellow academic Charlie Blogge outside.
What is that strange concoction on your head,he asked?
I am waiting for a thunderstorm to rinse it off, she admitted shyly.
Have you no piped water,he asked furtively.
Yes,but I am on a meter.I save money by bathing in the rain, she said softly.
That explains a lot,Charlie thought
Do you use an antiperspirant?
Why are you asking questions, she said sheepishly.Do I smell?
He approached her gingerly and sniffed loudly.Delightful ,he cried.What is it?
Rose and wisteria water in a bed of lettuce…sorry, that is the menu for my dinner party.
Am I invited ,he asked gently? I can lay the table
It is not a carpet, she said humorously.I am doing mock turtle soup which is a jelly and then lamb chops with mushrooms and garlic.After that ,I have decided to make a Russian cheesecake with almonds.
Why,can’t you buy any Russians in Waitrose ? Why did you decide on that?
I said,Oh Lord, where is the Penguin Jewish Cookery book and immediately it fell onto my head.It is quite small,luckily.
Wow, that’s odd he said curiously Why did God do that yet not kill Hitler?
We don’t understand.Maybe we can’t understand however he would not have dropped the North Korean cookery book onto my head.
What sort of food do they eat? Charlie asked
I imagine it’s rice and veg ,she murmured.
What a lovely voice you have, Rosa.It reminds me of High Force Waterfall in Upper Teesdale in a drought
That is a very unusual compliment,Rosa cried anxiously
He bowed politely.It’s no more than you deserve, he responded.By the way, I have decided to get married.
To whom, she asked curiously?
Can’t you guess, he teased her.
Animal,vegetable or mineral?
He took her in his arms and whispered, will you be mine?
As long as I don’t have to boil your hankies I shall accept on one other condition
What is that?
We buy a very big bed
Don’t you want to snuggle up to me? he asked rashly.
No,I want an electrified fence down the middle!
By gum, she’s gone mad, he told himself
You must stop following Donald Grump. It’s all walls and fences
You are right she said, we’ll build a wall down the middle and then we’ll need passports before we make love.
Well,said Charlie,you certainly have some unusually creative ideas.
And so say all of us.
Murder has been done and there’s a War
I’m the Lamb of God and he’s my Pa.
All the angels gave a gulping sigh
Jesus ,don’t go back, you go too far
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi
Even Satan seemed annoyed and jarred
Take away those leaders and their Whores
There’s the Lamb of God and his old Pa.
What’s my crime ,sweet Jesus, should I lie?
The Market’s bust and you are going to die.
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi?
We had a powerful sacrifice bizarre
We killed God and then we wore his Stars.
Where’s the Lamb of God,oh,ahaha!
The world is reddened by the blood of man
On the nursery slopes, this War began
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi
I was the Lamb of God but where’s my Pa?
Now it’s not just odd socks that I find
It’s odd shoes, boots, coats I can’t remember buying.
The coats I can get rid of, but the shoes, suppose the other one turns up?
It’s best not to let possessions build up to this extent
Unless you have a shoe library and a filing system
When I went for my university interview there was deep snow on the ground and only had one pair of shoes so I had my interview with wet feet
They asked me how old cathedral was and I had never seen one before.
When I got home my feet were saturated but my shoes had to be dried out for going to school the next day
One pair is not enough but how many is too many?
One day I saw a sheep that drowned
In the estuary of the River Kent
It lay with blank eyes on the dirty sand close by the promenade at Arnside
The beautiful rivers are dangerous as is the sea.
Nothing can be perfect or lovely forever
But still the glory of my first vision will never leave me.
And the wildflowers and butterflies I still see in my mind’s eye
I would have liked to grow up in that freedom instead of the noxious industrial air in the mill town.
I can’t imagine heaven will be any better to me.
The cat’s tail curves,a question mark of fur.
He walks along the path without a care
Happy in the garden long and thin
His feet caress the ground he walks upon.
He cannot lose this Eden by some sin
Underneath the maple tree red leaved
The sun makes patterns which the eye deceive
He runs about to play with leaves astray.
Enjoying the excitement of the fray.
I wish my heart was open to receive
My thoughts unlike the leaves won’t blow away.
So with my little cat I cannot play.
I wonder what the pain is in my head.
But I won’t leave the garden for my bed.
Yet with this contemplation I will pray.
I see that scene now in my own mind’s eye
I smile at first but then I start to sigh
Would that lovers died together well
In that little catacomb I dwell.
And yet I do not wish to say goodbye.
Time and space are like a great wide plain
The past,though present, cannot live again.
I am the doctor.
Can you tell me whether you’ve got AIDS?
I’ve got some crutches at home as well as these here. What do you mean
Why would anybody have two pairs of crutches?
Well I’m very prone to losing things.
Losing crutches is difficult. You can’t put them into a drawer
Well if you had my eyesight you would understand
I’m sorry,I didn’t realise you were blind
I think I’m going deaf as well.
So you can’t walk without crutches you can’t see much and now you can’t hear very well
How is your appetite?
I wouldn’t say no to meringue.
But you might be diabetic.
What does it matter now ? I could walk into the road not seeing that there’s a double decker bus arriving and then I could get killed or alternatively even with crutches my balance is not very good so I could go for the walk along the the White cliffs of Dover and fall into the sea so why should I worry about being diabetic?
Even having rheumatoid arthritis osteoarthritis and unstable angina there’s no protection against other diseases such as diabetes or cancer.
Well what do you want me to do, commit suicide?
That would not be easy in your condition unless you walk in front of a Lorry.
You couldn’t be sure that it would kill me
I might walk behind the lorry with my eyesight
In one way it’s good that it might not kill you but on the other hand if you really want to die then it will be disappointing to wake up with two broken legs two broken arms and a fractured skull but still alive.
It’s an interesting way to think about something that can be positive or negative depending on the mindset. There seem to be lots of adverts for the Samaritans.
On Facebook they’re also asking us to donate to Mind.
Everybody seems to be mentally ill now including me.
And that was thoughts for today
Why do roses hurt our hands, forlorn,
When sheep don’t hurt the shepherd as they’re shorn?
We could cut down roses in our rage.
Their own aggression might bring down their death.
Yet, beauty in their form does love engage.
So we ignore their useless,painful wrath.
Recklessly we love a spiky friend.
Enchanted by their learning or their face
But wounds unneeded bring this to an end.
Patience thins, we sever this embrace.
Roses have a beauty that beguiles.
Must we then endure their thorns and wiles?
Where seashore with pale sand meets Arnside Knott
Where trees are shaped by western winds and sun
My childish view I have not yet forgot
Where seashore with its shells meets Arnside Knott
Oh place of light and vision, bring my cot.
Would that I could die here when I’m done.
Where seashore and pale sands meet Arnside Knott
Where trees are shaped by Western winds and sun
I ate my words but could not them digest
The cruel hint, the sentence over -stressed
As if I tried to pierce another’s skin
Which was already dry, and too,too tthin
Better edit what we say with care
Even those we love we must not scare
Take for granted nothing we adore
But walk in that pale sand, by sea, by shore
Do not sink into the mud and dross
Despite we each must carry our own cross
For aid is near but cannot reach the deaf
The silence speaks, it does not cause distress
On the sands, we watch small children play
Bringing blood back to our faces grey
Walking softly through the daisied wood
We stumbled upon Cartmel like a dream
Sensations filled our bodies like a flood
Walking softly through the new found wood
Oh happiness, oh joy, oh glorious good
Such treasures are not found by any scheme
Walking softly through the daisied wood
We entered Cartmel as one dreams a dream
My husband was in the hospital and he tested positive for TV
That’s all right you can turn him on whenever you like
The surgeon drained my knee with a lozenge. Or was it a Syrian? I wish I’d learnt to read when I was blunder
Did they put a primula in the back of your hand first?
She said your knee is twice the normal size, are you in any discomfort?
I knew my stockings were too tight, so I said, no.
She said, you don’t seem to realize the toll this is taking on me.
So I suggested she should change her job.
I was having a problem distinguishing between myself and other people.
She said, all this pain is bad for you. Would you like a morphine patch on your shoulder?
I said, what about putting it on my bladder I would really like that better
She said I’ve never been so consulted in my satired life. You have to put the patch on your skin on top of some blood vessels
So I said, what about putting it over my heart?
Maybe you could inject it right into my heart directly.
That will be assisted dying and it’s not even legal yet so I will be committing murder.
I didn’t realise morphine was so dangerous. And it can make you feel depressed as well as killing you
Have you noticed now that nearly all the doctors are women and they work part-time and they tell you at 8:00 p.m. in A&E,
stop talking because I’ve got children working for me at home.
Is it my fault if they employ foreigners as underage slaves?
Anyway I think I might be going deaf when I recover from all my ailments I have to go to the doctor and say
I can’t hear you
And she will shout
What?
Modern slavery in Britain a serious things l
By the way there are people here we brought from Africa tempted by the offer of money and they are working as carers being paid the minimum wage and their own money to the company that brought them over claiming their needed it for their visas.
It’s a form of modern slavery in my opinion and it’s disgusting I have met some of them and they are lovely people some are qualified teachers and other professionals
The poverty in their home country is great and the life expectation is not very long but this is no reason to exploit them.
I saw my house uprooted like a tree
Great roots were severed, how I ached to see
And all was tossed without my love and care
Bits of earth fell from the roots. now bare.
Barbaric in its weird intensity
I wept the tears of grief for you, for me.
Our home attacked,destroyed and I lie here.
Putting out the flames with profuse tears
Lamenting for my love who died within
The collapsing of my world now with no sun
The house a symbol of our marriage true
Cannot stand without a me and you
So my vision passed and I am here
My memories are my only souvenir
For it is only through the enjoyment of life, through relating to others and Self, that the individual can be enriched and continue to develop and grow.
How my heart speaks 