A Personal Place A thing And/Or An Idea

Welcome to another post of the Friday Loose Bloggers’ Consortium when eleven of us post on the same topic chosen by one of us. Today’s topic has been chosen by Magpie and I find it extremely difficult to forgive him for having given me sleepless nights since last Saturday. Needless to say, I am looking forward to seeing quite what he had in mind by reading his own post on this dicey subject. Please do visit Ashok, Conrad, Grannymar, Magpie11, Maria, Gaelikaa, Helen, Judy, Anu and Ginger to see ten other views on the same topic. Some of these bloggers may be preoccupied with examinations, family problems and/or romance, so be a little indulgent in case they do not post or post late.

I have no personal place. I lost it in 2002 when I had to take on the responsibility for giving care to my late wife. Since December 2008, my father who is now 93 also came to stay with me at my invitation and I went from being care-giver for one to care-giver for two and back again to care-giver for one. I am on 24 hour call and except for brief interludes of a few weekend outings, my personal space has been occupied by giving care and being alert for crises. Grannymar, my wise Muse says that I suffer from Cabin Fever!

My personal thing is No-thing. I have detached myself from all my ‘things’. Although I make use of them at need, they have all been assigned to my son and heir who will have the least problem to take over and make the best use of them when the time comes.

My personal idea is to live one moment at a time, as joyfully as I possibly can, and hope that fortune will favour me with a personal place and things to do at some point of time in the near future, before I become too old and take up my son’s pesonal place.

Lest I be misunderstood, I am not complaining. I am just being brutally honest. I do not have to be like this. I have volunteered to be like this. I have made my bed and I am sleeping on it quite soundly thank you.

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