Sunday, November 05, 2006

Garden of Hearts

Note to Self: When offered a shift that is all about shopping at the mall and going to movies on Sundays, and it sounds too good to be true: Be sure and ask "What aren't you telling me?"
Because, today, Boys and Girls, was Fraught with exhaustion and makes me wonder why I ever wanted to be a caregiver in the first place. How did sipping tea and offering comfort and companionship to sweet, rascally old ladies morph into carrying around half a dozen Big Gulp Cups so the 400 lb. blind man with the food crud on his shirt can spontaneously upchuck what he just ate for lunch into the plastic tubs. Read the fine print, if there is any. This guy was perfectly sweet but it was not my kind of gig.
So to unwind, de-stress, detox and decompress, I go into my bedroom and lay on the bed facing this quilt on my wall. And I just look at it and look at it until I am all soothed again. You Hippie Chicks can use a Mandala if you wish. I want my Garden of Hearts.


PEA said...

Hugs sorry to hear you had such a stressful day! That quilt certainly is beautiful and wonder you love staring at it so much!! Did you make it?

Miss Pink Ponsonby said...

Yes, that is one that I made! Thank you!

Janet said...

Sorry you had such a yukky day. But the quilt you have to look at is gorgeous so that should help a little bit.

Puss-in-Boots said...

What a beautiful quilt Miss P. I wouldn't have the patience to do something like that.

Sorry your day was not as good as it could have been. Hope things are better tomorrow.