Sunday, September 19, 2010

ignorance is no excuse

Last weekend seems so long ago.

I was in Wellington. Again. Very briefly. To do my mother’s washing.

It’s a long story but I’ll cut it short. Alzheimer’s is not pretty. In a mere eight weeks my mother has got significantly worse. My father, stoic as ever, continues to say, “It could be worse” whenever I ask him how he is coping. But there’s a micro pause, a hesitation that wasn’t there before when he answers.

She had a melt down before I left. It was a very short visit. She’d only just got used to me being there. I was off again. I felt bad.

I had two hours off last weekend. I had wheels. I just wanted time in my head. Be a tourist in my hometown. But most of all I needed to walk. I stayed in constant motion for those 120 minutes, stopping only briefly to browse. I grabbed a few consumables from the Hill Street market. I ducked my head into Parson’s Books and Music and allowed myself to be bathed in soothing classical ambience. It’s barely changed in fifty years. Comforting.

Disquieting. Even new buildings have old memories. The first thing I learnt when I (briefly) studies criminology - ignorance of the law is no excuse. Got caught by a boy in blue doing a paste up one night. "I didn't know it is illegal officer". Next day, looking across the aisle in the lecture theatre, same bloke in civies smiling at me.

I am back in Melbourne and all I want to do is the opposite. Sit. Laze. Recline. Be nowhere but here.

It's been a long week.

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Blogger Lucy said...

And I hope that's exactly what you have planned for today.

(i.e nothing).

9:28 am  
Blogger Another Outspoken Female said...

Yes thanks. My Festival of Nothing was very pleasant :)

12:24 pm  
Blogger Marshall-Stacks said...

The garden is one refuge, books another. "Shelter' is where you find it.
Very stressful to have The Ditch between Your Two Lives.

If NZ has similar system as AUS, could you get health system to assess your parents, then your father could be assigned a case-worker who then has the power to get a council home-help person who would set the washer in motion, check the frig for basics, and give your father some encouragement.
Alzheimers must be so frightening From The Inside.

Am amazed by cop in criminology class. One would think that their Every Day would equal a Units worth.
1978 to 1985, Melbourne Plod were very tough on Bill Posters.

best regards

10:17 pm  
Blogger librarygirl said...

Dear AOF -
love and solidarity to you
librarygirl xx

3:41 pm  

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