Good morning all. I'm having a surprise early start to this week after the intruder alarm at a business opposite went off at a very unappreciated time this morning. I don't really know what good those alarms that just go off and make a racket, do. The owner of the business is miles away, probably still snoring, and the neighbours of the business are tossing and turning and the only thing on their minds is the racket, not intruders! When I rule the world I shall decree that each business with an unattended alarm shall have a contact number displayed large on the wall outside, so we know who to call to be awoken to deal with it!
But... back to business. Firstly to anyone who has come to the Care Community for the first time this week, welcoming you warmly. Sometimes, and especially since the beginning of the pandemic, our posts aren't strictly about care-giving, but that's what's at the heart of our group, and we do have many members with excellent knowledge and understanding of care, who'll be happy to help with any practical matters and also to provide shoulders when needed. The vast majority of us have been care-givers and know only too well what a tough job it is and how little support is available without a struggle. We're here for you.
Over the weekend I noticed what a disgraceful accumulation of dust there is around my home. (It didn't worry me enough to want to get out the dusters though). Instead I sought help from any words of encouragement to feel better about ignoring it, and here's what I found, which does the job wonderfully well.
DUST IF YOU MUST
by Rose Milligan
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.
So that's my message for you this week. No matter what its challenges, life flies by and we may as well get as much pleasure from it as we can. If there's anything remotely more interesting than dusting going on, go and embrace that. The dusting will wait!
Have a great week everyone. πΈ
Photo by Sylas Boesten -Unsplash