There’s really not much happening that is noteworthy these days, except for news from the blessed few whom despite all, are travelling overseas. I must admit that I envy them.
Especially those, who visited the UK where quite a few of my beloved family and some good friends live. Even had they agreed to receive me, I would have been a burden. Not being able to travel alone could have created problems, since my family are spread around the country.
Some of them live in the glorious English countryside and others in the city.
My youngest son is a registered mediator. He is also a Freeman of the City of London due to his work for charity.
I have made efforts to keep busy and more importantly to keep my mind. This is a serious factor of my existence these days and I am not even sure of how I am doing?
Tests indicate that I have lost about 35% of my cognitivity, sounds awful but I think its par for the course!
I now have a live-in carer who has come from the Philippines. She happens to be the niece of the wonderful woman Zainie, who cared for my dear husband Leon, in his last years of a long illness. Zainie is now married to an Israeli and works for the Bituach Leumi. They are indeed lucky to have her.
So apart from the mobile phone, which fortunately keeps all of the family in contact and is an outlet for the excess of humour which we share, its long term planning.
I am all for that, despite my age but am I realistic?
My granddaughter is a critical care paramedic obviously in the front line, obviously.
I would so love to have her stay with me but she has more pressing demands, I am sorry to say. I plan to go to her and take her to visit my friends in France when I can.
My eldest son and his wife and some of their children are living in close proximity so that is a blessing for us all.
My women friends who are years younger than me and could be my daughters, are involved with me both in the sphere of entertainment and day to day existence. I count my blessings.
On the other hand most of the older friends have a pretty boring existences.
When I started to do Airbnb in my home, those same friends were aghast. How can you have strangers in your home? Aren’t you nervous? Are some men?
“No I am not afraid” was the answer and I almost yelled in response to the first comment.
Wary, of course but the moment one allows doubt to rule, there’s almost nothing innovative, that does not entail some risk.
I have had much pleasure from the majority of those who stayed in my home. Not only due to the success of their treatment at Assouta Hospital. Also, those who came to tour the holy sites.
“You don’t have to be Jewish” as the saying goes. There’s a magic here that one does not find anywhere else in the world. I call it the Centre or Heart of the world.
Also I have been invited by some guests to visit places to which I would love to go…if only.
Here, I am still almost a person in my own right partly because my eldest son has removed all the worries of officialdom from my life. That possibly is the worst problem. I am totally not blessed with ability to deal with technology. I also have a dedicated “carer”.
For my writings I have an editor and also great friend who is a Literary Agent. Writing has become a great tool for me it takes me back into the past and keeps me abreast of current affairs. I find it hard to keep my trap shut when I feel strongly about things.
So two things go through my mind, gratitude for who I am and my blessings. Secondly, when it will end. If indeed I will ever see the end of the “dreaded “lergy” as it would have been termed in Victorian times and get out into the real world again?
I CAN DREAM,CANT I?