R's rue

Some bloggers are very good about recounting their daily lives. In fact, for many it is their staple blogging fayre.  I admit that I am not so good at this kind of blogging. I tend to branch out into poetry, photo walks, memories, current affairs, films and books etcetera. Making ordinariness a pleasure to read about is quite a talent in my view. This evening I can't think of anything else to write about so let's go for the everyday-  mundanity, ordinariness - call it what you will. Shirley and I had to look after Little Phoebe for three days this week because she had contracted impetigo. She probably picked it up at the nursery school but because it is infectious they wouldn't allow her to attend  her day sessions. The poor little mite was quite poorly with it and out of sorts with herself. She had an unpleasant rash above her chin but this has now largely cleared up thanks to antiseptic ointment. She likes to sit on my knee as I show her YouTube videos of children...

The sun is weak today and the village feels cold.  Everything feels a bit cold today. Chic Eleanor messaged, asking me to the cinema tonight.  I’ve refused as I don’t really feel up to it tonight.  Yesterday I worked alongside a Finnish Doctor in dealing with a family who are hurting badly. I took the lead in the interaction, which felt the right thing to do and in our debrief the doctor thanked me. She told me how well the session was handled and the validation buoyed me up during a challenging day. Before the interview I took my mask off, which surprised her too. I weighed up the need to communicate well in that particular session with any other “risks” Communication with others, especially written communication, is effectively masked sometimes. Meanings and intentions can be misconstrued or lost or inferred especially on blogs, in emails and in messages and texts. And I don’t need or want to react to that, certainly on days like today when the sun shine...