Juggling Isn’t A Skill I’d Realised I’d Need In Later Life
At the age of now 61, I’m madly juggling to keep all of my balls in the air, and not coming down to the ground and bouncing away from me.
Wife, mother, dog owner, daughter, sister, aunt, writing group president, poet, writer, blogger, editer, community member, and of course art installationist. Sure, I can do all of that!
But one of those balls has come crashing down, and he’s in hospital, hopefully getting better from the horrid infection, and inflamation that has affected my husbands left lower leg. It’s awful to look at, and painful with it, and being with him, seeing the pain and extent of the injury is painful for me too, in a different way.
And with him in hospital, all of the dog related duties are now all mine instead of just some of them being mine to do, as the watering of the plants that need it outside is now all mine to do, and keeping up with the necessary housework which my spouse normally does almost all of.
Keeping relevant family members informed regarding his health issues is another ball in the air at the moment, and the editing role will kick more into action tomorrow morning perhaps, or if not then maybe in the afternoon, or else, oops, where did that ball go?
