Living Is Like Making A Collage
If you put every picture straight then its kinda boring, you can try to plan it out but you end up making it up as you go,mistakes blend in eventually,it always feels like it needs more and is never finished, it fits together like it was all designed to, some mistakes look better than the plan.
I make collage on a poster board with my next door neighbor. I saw her sitting by window alone, so I kept inviting her to bingo. Eventually she said yes. She aLways goes now. When I wanted to be her roommate the social worker said no because we are a bad match. So now I wake her up to get a free manicure, remind her it is bingo day, request a bagel for breakfast for her, and help her with odds and ends like seeking help. Now I am helping her avoid boredom by making a collage. We cut out magazines. She picked a theme. She is hard of hearin so she shouts,and she was a nurse in new york for 50 years so her communication style can sound direct and harsh. Now we are gluing and our styles aqre different. Interesting to watch. She asks me numerous times what day is it. she forgets Things. I remind her. I soothe her worries. I watch television with her and she makescomments that entertain me. We watch a variety of them. I laugh. Now new roomie is jealous and mean now. Little annoyances. I ignore her bad behavior. I put on earphones. ?. One night she banged on my tray and it was startling so I up in arms saying Just get away from me.
Now she is not the person I thought she was.I helped her so now it has been hard to set boundaries. She is very bossy. To everyone.Many daily incidences and now I see real person and not the one trying to get me to be her room mate.
Good news, I am moving to assisted living. I am looking. Overwhelming to choose, to commit..but I must do it. I have to get out of this place to a place to have freedom and start my life over. Literally.
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