May 8, 2020 – willowdot21

This week’s prompt ~ Causeway

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.

It had always confounded him, the causeway stretched out before him standing proud leading out to sea and yet going nowhere. Just like him going nowhere.

Alone he stands on the beach

He’s come this far from all he has known

All goals and hopes smashed and out of reach

He has lost all, job, family, love and home.

The bottle’s content is his only friend

He’s cold and tired, no life he has lost all hope,

The sun sets another empty day comes to an end

Water laps his feet, tears burn his eyes he cannot cope.

Emptiness eats his soul the pain is deep like a cancer

He knows he had it all and lost it, his fault only

He was young and reckless and a bright romancer

Squandered days and nights,drink and drugs left him lonely

When did it start he does not know

But he prays it will end and soon

He lays down curled like a child, his tears flow.

Alone on the beach washed by sea and lit by moon.

His soul crosses the causeway.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Why is Linda hosting this post.

She said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ?

Because it’s day ? since we have been told by Bossa to stay home and socially distance ourselves. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

These are the days when we need a spark in our bonfire hearts. I have had so many ups and downs I really don’t know if I can take much more. I have really been shocked by the bad feelings that have had sent our way. Threats and aggression that we have received. …I am saying no more. I am so grateful to our boys have been helpful and supportive from a distance.

Sunday 3rd of May.

Just another ground hog day until the hospital rang to say that MIL wanted clothes. Well things went down hill.

I won’t look back in anger, I can’t I can’t let the negative get to me I will not be defined by what is really hate. In these strange times everyone says be kind. …. Well why isn’t everyone trying.

We had a video call with friends then hubby spent the rest of the evening sourcing and ordering the clothes we were not allowed to get from MIL’s house. ( Apparently hubby is now a leper having been on a Covid19 ward) The medical staff told us that is ridiculous.

Monday 4th May.

Truly apart from doing the things I have described through out lockdown, apart from the fact that Ruby has been unwell, and we have not slept more than a few hours a night all week. Nothing is different. MIL is making progress but still cause for worry. I feel so low, hurt and depressed …

Tuesday 5th May

Yes wake up it’s a beautiful morning, hardly any sleep again hubby had been up most of the night answering emails and drinking coffee. So he walked Ruby at stupid o’clock and I cleaned the house, I think I had a shower, did the ironing, got hubby lunch . We walked Ruby, half of the clothes had arrived so hubby took them to the hospital for his Mum. I cooked the dinner. Hubby had a zoom call with friends. Yada, Yada, Yada.

Wednesday 6th May

Up early, housework, hubby did ours and our middle sons shopping , we do it every 10 Days. I had a Pilates lesson. The hospital rang hubby and he had a zoom call with his mother. Though not his mum of old he said she was was more aware of what was going on. She thanked him for her new clothes and her washing ( which we had done Tuesday evening. Hubby has brought it back from the hospital the night before, it had come back in a special bag you put straight into the washing machine, no touching, very clever) MIL actually held her arms out to the iPad as if to cuddle Hubby, she said “Thank you and I love you” not words she has said to him very often. She also said she was writing him a letter, so he wrote her two to take with him when he returned later to the hospital.

After lunch we dropped of our lads shopping and washing, then we walked Ruby. Late afternoon hubby went off to the hospital with , the last of the new clothes, the clean clothes, a photo in a from of Mum looking at her card from the Queen, a writing pad and the two letters.

As I had said before the Red areas of hospitals these day are scary places. Here are some photos.

© willowdot21. Covid19 red area absolutely deserted.

We had Broccoli and prawn stir fry as a late dinner when he got back. Rang my sisters but I do that most days.

Thursday 7th May.

Same old ground hog day but my spirits were a tad higher. The weather was beautiful, had a Zoom call with with my friend and we had coffee and pretended we were out in a café like we used too. We always put the world to right and have a laugh. Now as I mentioned it was very hot yesterday and I chose that day to cook a slow roast shoulder of lamb with all the trimmings.

We had Broccoli and Coliflower cheese, roast parsnips, roast sweet and ordinary potatoes plus a light and fluffy Yorkshire pudding The secret is the slow cooking of the land with parsley, tarragon. It’s a four hour job. It was delicious if I say so myself. I wish I had taken a photo of it.

8pm we went out to clap for the NHS and all Keyworkers, we didn’t record our street this week so I will find us a good video. Oh! I use saucepan lids now, make a better noise, louder.