24 Seven Care in a 365 day world…

 

Imagine your old, unable to do it for yourself, in need, walking a difficulty, eating a scary feeling, you can’t chew that well, the risk of food getting stuck in your throat, not forgetting the medication, a number of conditions, from heart beat to sleep, you need the basics, just to get through the day, then remind yourself, all the news chasers, responding to isolated reports, the difficulties some elderly live with, then recall the struggle, of those daily providing the caring, cleaning dirty nappies, assisting with toilet, responding to the alarm bells through the night, imagine what it’s like working and living in that world, always trying to be uppity, going room to room, with advice for everyone, doing the chore, being patient while the residents are not so pliable, feeling confined as they are, in their limited life space, would you do those tasks, for 10 to fifteen euro’s or dollars per hour, or would you leave it to someone else.

Imagine it, if we live long enough, we will be all in the hands of the carers; isn’t time to moved it a notch upwards, those menial jobs many deride, cleaning and feeding the elderly, who once were the Kings and Queens of their neighborhoods, just a thought for a Thursday, amen.

And when things go wrong, everyone shouts, we need a lawyer here, not that the residents are going to benefit, well, at least some good came out of it you say, something for yourself of course, hey, we paid good money, doesn’t those words ring bells in your head!

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Italy….

What, your going Italian, watch your ass dear, the men pinch the women there, they say its a compliment, I suppose if your older, it is, she shakes her head, you can’t be serious, well, when I was there thirty years ago, that was the way, it’s changed perhaps. She gives him a look, are men supposed to flatter women that way, a real pain in the ass, no lawyer would get a dollar out of their system, maybe today maybe today.  Well, she is getting angry, it’s so incorrect to talk like that, criticize the church in the old days and you lost your job, criticize the government in the old communist days, and you found yourself in the gulags, no wonder the world is in a mess.

Solomon sighed, it’s getting crazy all right, if there is money involved and publicity, they all want it, same as loud children, they want notice. She is at the interview for the shoot, she is prepared to pose, and no one is forced to look, unlike the children with the mobile porn library in their hands, they have less of a choice. Well, we are supposed to be interested in reproducing, seems we have been programmed to, otherwise, who knows.

She dis robes and flashes, had the double D enhancements, is always talking about it. hey, if they are for my husband or partner it’s my business she yells, well, why are you telling the world honey asks the young reporter, she gives him an up and down, boy if you don’t know the answer to that, do you think they’d look at us otherwise. Eighty per cent of the world agree with her, we are here to get the cash, if it wasn’t us it would be someone else.

Meanwhile, the tabloids want anything that gets the attention, and women I assume, are supposed to supply them, a simple comment, but did it hold any weight. The news is the same, another scandal, mean while, all their children are secretly looking up the stuff, hypocrisy, if they only knew, that all their habits were known, stop scratching your ass. and remember to wash your hands, and stop eating that, disgusting.

The Party at the Inn

She is going through the list, who will she invite. She is very particular, doesn’t want to offend her guests, doesn’t want to upset anyone, mostly herself, it’s an image she has to protect, so she tells herself. The cost of it going wrong, she could lose the friendships of those who can help, her career is all that matters, the money is pouring in, and her manager wants to ensure it keeps that way. He deftly reminds her, the maintenance costs alone are staggering dear, and you love to swim in the pool, she does she admits, things, they can keep her occupied.

She checks the list, all are well to do, there is no need to be embarrassed, everyone will get along fine, she passes the list to her manager for approval, well, he has steered her well so far, she is busier than Elvis in her prime, besides, she had thrown a few dollars into the shelter, a few turkeys and boxes of sweets, they’ll think it Christmas, and she will give her ego a kick.

He reads the statement, the transfer overseas, the pension fund he reminds himself, the accountant is going to get a bonus, the fund is out performing the best estimates, it’s gravy all around. He reads the invitation, another of those parties, he wonders if he will bother, thinks twice, there might be a few worth networking around.

Is it all they do, count money, measure, size up, have they heart, is there any

spirit in them, Solomon imagined God Most High listening to the goings on, the pride and the foolishness of it all, no thought given to the eternal. Some party though….

A knock at the door, the butler purses his lips, she couldn’t possibly know this person, too shabby, and the face, drawn, I’m Mary, she says, a man stands at the gate, she has a bump, move on says the butler, madame has no time for you, he points to a shelter down the road, that’s where your type go. Solomon sighed, was the story of old all about the well being of Spirit, and the welcome it could look forward to, just imagine it…. isn’t a pity it’s only a crisis when there is no way out and never before, damn, wheres the party..?

You have to feel it…

The young man is in a far away place, the words roll over him, he isn’t listening to the old man, it’s not that he is bad mannered, he is just a little tired, where are you he asks, he is talking to himself and his Spirit guide, where are you. Are you listening sunny, the old man is trying to get a point across, the child is his grandson, he is filling in for the boys father, and not doing a great impression. has never used a modern i phone, can’t use the net, the boy is not looking forward to Christmas, and so the old man is trying to cheer him up.

Why don’t you leave me alone he snarls, and quickly leaves the scene, he is soon before the screen, surfing his new friend list, trying to find an escape. all around they are cheering Christmas, while all he gets is upset, does anyone listen… There is a knock at the door, the post man appears, the old man takes the parcel, wonders if he will call the boy down, bad tempered fool he says, with that attitude he’ll end up in jail.

Solomon listens, the aches and the pretends, the acting and the real, the over verbose and the serene, he too wonders if it’s real sometimes, how one day the baby is honored and sought, while a little time later, well, it’s open to all sorts of abuse. was this a description of the world, the child is born, the environment is getting more restrictive by the year, more and more saying openly, the stress is unbearable at times.

You have to feel it he sighed, but when it is real, you sure do know it. The boy in the story will get to the stage, a kind friend will intervene, then he will understand, all it takes is a little time and patience, not the micro wave thinking that is in so many heads, hey, will you talk to me awhile, the voice is lonely, the mouth opens, you suddenly begin to feel. Being the Season of Christmas, it was good to be made aware of why it’s celebrated..amen

World Wide Weary…

How many people, it must run to many millions, the number of people, men women, many professional, who spend there time conducting inquiries, regurgitating old news, while everyday another reason for inquiry reaches their doors, the proverbial tsunami of bureaucracy, Pakistan, New Delhi, Geneva, Washington, Ireland, the United Kingdom, everywhere you look, inquiries into the past, while ignoring the now, what a waste of total resources, enough inquiries to feed the hungry and house the homeless across the whole darn world, so much world wide inquiry that is making so many, world wide weary. It’s a pity sighed Solomon, the total waste of resource, for sure he sighed, Jesus would shake his head at them, if it keeps them busy and so many employed doing zilch when it comes to results, they are just confirming the words of old; very few of them are wise.

Outrage in the minds of the conscientious, without inquiry we would forget it all, without inquiry so many jobs would not exist. Meanwhile, 25 trillion lies off shore, safe from inquiry, and there is no inquiry into that at all, it doesn’t add up. So many were blind, and so many righteous too, pure weary. Solomon was asking for wisdom to intervene, and being a daily seeker, he was expecting answers. There were those who wanted the attention of all to be stuck to this world, while ignoring the promise of the world to come, there ought to be an inquiry into that he sighed, what is rare he sighed, the use of wisdom at all. A smile crosses his face, once you float the ship it sails, once you push out the idea, the tide changes. It had been going on for some years now, amen. Do you want to be healed, he imagined many did. If that’s the case, focus on the world inside, Spirit, it always survives. Those who tampered with the well being of Spirit, were now putting themselves firmly in the eyes of the Heavenly life, amen.

Meanwhile, the vulnerable children are being fed into the machine, while those conducting those inquiries, are doing what…..

When you see the cloud, Spirit, great changes, unstable leaders, nations in chaos, well, it’s time you read the ancient scriptures, it’s been said it was going to be like this..Mercy!

Fires in California,Migrants on the Move,Chaos in London,Rescue ship being seized in Italy….

Look at the screen Bob, the world is imploding before our very eyes, Bob shakes his head, it’s cold and wet, and they are standing outside looking in, outside a TV store, they’ve lost their way sometime back, both veterans of the Desert Wars, look what it’s done.

Are you looking forward to Christmas, she wants a smile from the kid, she is visiting a friend, if she gets a smile she’ll feel good as if she’s done something, wont you smile for me she says, all he see’s is her double chin and those thick lens glasses, what have you to smile about he thinks.

Bob and Jim walk to the shelter, it’s a mid week day, so there should be no trouble getting in, Jim is on about the end of the world, Bob wants a warm meal and a bed, doesn’t it concern you he says, passing another TV store, slowing to have a look, what are we going to do about it then!

A concert for the victims, the line of script runs across the screen, a hundred different stars have already signed up, Bob shakes his head, how many ever went to war, they give what they don’t need nothing more, hear about Cindy he asks, you mean the young mother with the three year old kid?

Chaos in Italy too Bob, they are after seizing that rescue ship, Jim frowns, what is that old fool talking of, Italy Bob, the one that was rescuing the drowning people and giving them the medical help, you mean they set up a veterans hospital in the med, what are our navy doing.

Shelters, causes, big concerts, zealots, poor Cindy was waiting in the shelter, imagine, with a child too, she goes out one day and this guy comes over, hands her a ticket, next thing she wins the lottery. A car pulls up at the kerb, Bob looks down, thinks it’s the police, there is a no loitering sign…

The window rolls down, what are you waiting for, It’s Cindy they smile… what about the shelter, the others…

Hollywood is Burning….

What, the old man tries to raise his head, hearing is poor, what you say, Hollywood is burning, the words mean nothing to him, he is in a hospital bed. His daughter is reading the paper to him, she is trying to keep him interested, it’s the anniversary of his wife’s death too, he seems to be wondering about her, there are tears in his eye, slow weepy tears, tears of regret, you say something about Tom Hanks, the green mile being his favorite movie, No Dad, Hollywood is burning, he still doesn’t understand. No Spider man to rescue him, no superman to help him, no Iron man either, just the help of the public hospital and those who fund it, Hollywood, the word is one he associates with the lives of others, Hollywood always burned, burned into his memory.

Tom Hanks is thinking of running for President Dad, what do you think of that, do you hear me, Tom  Hanks is running for President, the old mans ears prick up, a crease covers his brow, you mean Donald Trump is dead, his eyes are open. No Dad, Donald Trump is in Paris, it says so in the papers, he’s at the George Cinq, where the paper says it costs $3,000 a night. The old man shakes his head, the election promises, the blue collar man’s friend, blue collar fraud, when an old man can’t find a hospital in his neighborhood and has to travel twenty miles to find a room to die in.

The daughter looks anxiously at her beloved Dad, she wants him to cheer up, give him a happy thought. There’s a Marilyn Monroe movie on tonight. His eyes widen, a round smile fills his face. his eyes twinkle, he turns his head to the side, looks at his youth, and says, I drove her in my cab once, and she left me a fifty dollar tip, some broad he says. His daughter nods, she has heard the story fifty times, it makes him smile. Hollywood was alive then he sighs…