Friday 04 December
It’s going to be a short post today. Plenty has happened but I am whacked.
It’s 10.45pm and I’ve been round to see Dad. He had is stent procedure midweek and is struggling; physically he feels drained but it’s mentally where he is needing recovery time the most.
Everyone is finding life hard at the moment, it’s been like this for a while now. I have explained it to colleagues at work in as straight forward a way as possible.
We’re all carrying round a backpack filled with rocks. These rocks vary in size and weight. Some of them are put in by others and some by ourselves. This backpack is always pretty heavy but sometimes it gets too much to carry comfortably. We need to manage this somehow.
Taking rocks out is not easy but it is doable. It just requires some time and some focus. It might also need others to help with deciding which rocks to remove first and maybe to even lend a hand.
The thing is, this back pack is being carried along a really rocky road at the moment. And everyone else has a pretty full backpack. It won’t last forever to this intensity, but we will always be carrying a backpack with rocks in.
The Bald Birder 