It's a long time since I've written or been inspired to write. I write emails, lots of them. 'Where's my shopping?' (Tesco) 'New antidepressant made my stomach hurt' (doctor) and 'I'm tired all the time' (anyone who will listen!)
I feel inspired today because of my late friend, Carla Zilbersmith. ALS/MND stole her away yesterday. She was beautiful and funny, right until the end. I know she wouldn't want anyone to cry for her but I did anyway.
So I was thinking how would Carla look at my life right now and make people laugh? Tomorrow I'm getting a riser/recliner chair for my lounge. I've always sat on the sofa; I wanted to have my children near me so resisted 'the chair of solitude' for years. I'm too uncomfortable to resist anymore. However, I've recently taken to playing the game Solitaire on my laptop. Strange thing is that my children and carers plonk themselves down next to me and tell me what cards to move! I scream inside 'it's called Solitaire for a reason', but no doubt will miss it.
I'm tired again... why is a blog for another day, if I have the guts to write it. I reckon short is better than nothing.
The Late, Great, Carla Zilbersmith! Carlamuses