It’s been a bittersweet month.
No, I’m not referring to the darkest of chocolates, just a mixed bag of all sorts.
One of the sweetest moments of all was moving. We’ve upped stakes and moved a kilometre down the road, well, I say down, by which I mean, turn left twice and turn right then another left and you will find us far more relaxed residing temporarily at the Cancer Society Domain Lodge.
What a relief, and I nearly cried when passing another guest as they greeted us with an eager tone to their voice, that unspoken enthusiasm of having another human to chat with that isn’t their supporter. Not that supporters aren’t outstanding in their own right. We all need a change of tempo and to partake in conversations from a different perspective.
During our first few days, we enjoyed our balcony for breakfast and beyond. Then had pleasant walks around the Lodge’s grounds, which surprisingly had a vegetable garden, a bird aviary, miniature golf, chairs galore and paths that meandered around raised garden beds.
It’s only a few metres away from Pukekawa/Domain Park, an oasis we have relished during the two-plus years of coming to Auckland for hospital appointments.
Time to exercise your toes, twinkle toes and forget your woes; enjoy a walk and bask in the morning glow.
Making leaps and bounds
This month signifies another step in the improving health of the Squire, and he is now accompanying me down the road and managing quite well within a 1-2 km radius on his good days. Proud of him? Yes, I am.
Our most rewarding morning walk of all was grabbing a takeaway coffee and plonking ourselves on a seat which we had all to ourselves. We watched the ducks, then the addition of an old dog swimming who did not want to vacant the pond no matter how encouraging it’s owner became, to observing the antics of the other park’s visitors. We spent an hour or so enjoying being a small part of the outside world, people watching. It’s also about making small steps back into the world of the living. Seems strange to write that, as we haven’t stopped breathing, have we? One of us just stepped back to heal with the other to support that healing.
Then there are the trivial things in life that can unravel the strongest of us all.
No haircut since the end of July.
This state of affairs has resulted in some creative snipping at odd hours of the day and early evening, usually resulting in squeals of horror when realising I didn’t have my glasses on and my minor OCD tendencies becoming frustratingly obvious. Enter my knight with shining steel blades ready for action. There is the question of a hand tremble due to the drugs though I trusted his mathematical mind to get it right even with the unpredictable arm movements. Between us, we conquered the very skilful task of being a home hairdresser.
Remember those bowl cut days?
My hair doesn’t feel so crooked compared to the sixties trend, though I’m optimistic, and do I mention declining eyesight?. All said, I can hold my head up reasonably straight without the need for a hat. Rest assured, I do own a few hats that I’m very rarely without because of our harsh sun, and there were sunnier days than not to get out and about.
Summer has arrived.