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May. 26th, 2017 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spherepetAt about 1:30 pm, Cynthia came through the door. Cynthia has her own set of keys and is a member of our little nuclear family. We stick together for several important reasons. The important thing is that we all love each other.
Cynthia did a major cleanup and the dishes. Cynthia had numerous smoke breaks that punctuated both play and work time. Believe that we all enjoyed the presence of Cynthia. Peter and I spent an hour together with Cynthia in the bedroom. Peter had a number of sessions with Cynthia in the bedroom and kitchen that were close, intimate, and very painful. Cynthia happens to be a very submissive, masochistic, hermaphrodite little slave. In part, that is why we love her so much as we do.
Cynthia had a mission to come and visit with us. She had a shower chair that I could use for the short time that I can’t take a bath. Cynthia made the best use of her time with us from her arrival until her departure at about 6:00 pm. It was far too short of a visit and we all felt the pinch of time for every second.
When Cynthia left, Peter busied himself with making a fresh pot of coffee. We set about getting ready to go out in the cool and cloudy afternoon. It was our intention to visit our dear old friend Sam Zunder in the hospital. He is a blind old man in his early nineties hooked up to oxygen with a serious case of pneumonia laying in a hospital bed for the past week.
Sam is in a precarious situation of being coaxed into picking a full care facility after moving from his limited care but luxuriously posh two bedroom condo. We may or may not be a rescue for Sam’s sanity, As we visited with Sam, Peter noticed that there were several times that Sam stopped his sentences for his own reasons.
Sam was fully conscious that there was a black family with children on the other side of a thin curtain. Sam is a conscientious Hebrew who shares a personal dialogue with Peter and myself. I would allow such blunt little interruptions in Sam’s dialogue while Peter took it as a slight indication of dementia.
Sam was on the verge of falling asleep when we showed up at his bedside. Sam thought he was dreaming at first when we greeted him and announced our presence. It was only moments later that Sam realized we were really there in person. From then on, Sam kept a good response to our comments and questions. We found out that Sam can get kosher food at the hospital, so I was relieved that we didn’t go to Kettleman’s Bakery for a dozen kosher bagels.
We spent almost an hour with Sam before we let Sam’s droopy eyes relax with our goodbyes. We wheeled out of the semiprivate ward into a dark blue screen. So, we turned about and took a long way around and down the long halls to the elevators. We stopped at the hospital’s main doors to bundle up for our hike home. It was cold outside and a wind was blowing. It took us a half hour to follow the sidewalks leading to our highrise.
Upon our arrival at home, we decided that something to eat was in order. Fresh coffee was started and Jessica set about making a Hamburger Helper sort of meal. Fresh coffee was served long before two bowls of hot hamburger and noodles appeared upon our desks. We dug in with spoons to stuff ourselves in a short time.
At about midnight as usual was when I began my conversation with Mom. I had three days worth of digital images copied to a website called Shutterfly. It allows personal webpages to be constructed for free. I like the for free part. So, I started a personal webpage to display the myriads of images I took during my travels here and there. My conversations with Mom are demonstrated by the photo albums that I keep online. I like the online for free part.
Time passed quickly as did the conversation with my Mom. I told her about the new photo albums for viewing in her own time. I often keep her up longer than she wants simply by changing topics of interest. We talk about a lot of interesting topics and history that we remember.
Cynthia did a major cleanup and the dishes. Cynthia had numerous smoke breaks that punctuated both play and work time. Believe that we all enjoyed the presence of Cynthia. Peter and I spent an hour together with Cynthia in the bedroom. Peter had a number of sessions with Cynthia in the bedroom and kitchen that were close, intimate, and very painful. Cynthia happens to be a very submissive, masochistic, hermaphrodite little slave. In part, that is why we love her so much as we do.
Cynthia had a mission to come and visit with us. She had a shower chair that I could use for the short time that I can’t take a bath. Cynthia made the best use of her time with us from her arrival until her departure at about 6:00 pm. It was far too short of a visit and we all felt the pinch of time for every second.
When Cynthia left, Peter busied himself with making a fresh pot of coffee. We set about getting ready to go out in the cool and cloudy afternoon. It was our intention to visit our dear old friend Sam Zunder in the hospital. He is a blind old man in his early nineties hooked up to oxygen with a serious case of pneumonia laying in a hospital bed for the past week.
Sam is in a precarious situation of being coaxed into picking a full care facility after moving from his limited care but luxuriously posh two bedroom condo. We may or may not be a rescue for Sam’s sanity, As we visited with Sam, Peter noticed that there were several times that Sam stopped his sentences for his own reasons.
Sam was fully conscious that there was a black family with children on the other side of a thin curtain. Sam is a conscientious Hebrew who shares a personal dialogue with Peter and myself. I would allow such blunt little interruptions in Sam’s dialogue while Peter took it as a slight indication of dementia.
Sam was on the verge of falling asleep when we showed up at his bedside. Sam thought he was dreaming at first when we greeted him and announced our presence. It was only moments later that Sam realized we were really there in person. From then on, Sam kept a good response to our comments and questions. We found out that Sam can get kosher food at the hospital, so I was relieved that we didn’t go to Kettleman’s Bakery for a dozen kosher bagels.
We spent almost an hour with Sam before we let Sam’s droopy eyes relax with our goodbyes. We wheeled out of the semiprivate ward into a dark blue screen. So, we turned about and took a long way around and down the long halls to the elevators. We stopped at the hospital’s main doors to bundle up for our hike home. It was cold outside and a wind was blowing. It took us a half hour to follow the sidewalks leading to our highrise.
Upon our arrival at home, we decided that something to eat was in order. Fresh coffee was started and Jessica set about making a Hamburger Helper sort of meal. Fresh coffee was served long before two bowls of hot hamburger and noodles appeared upon our desks. We dug in with spoons to stuff ourselves in a short time.
At about midnight as usual was when I began my conversation with Mom. I had three days worth of digital images copied to a website called Shutterfly. It allows personal webpages to be constructed for free. I like the for free part. So, I started a personal webpage to display the myriads of images I took during my travels here and there. My conversations with Mom are demonstrated by the photo albums that I keep online. I like the online for free part.
Time passed quickly as did the conversation with my Mom. I told her about the new photo albums for viewing in her own time. I often keep her up longer than she wants simply by changing topics of interest. We talk about a lot of interesting topics and history that we remember.
