Let's start at the beginning.
I had the best sleep last night. The window was wide open beside my bed and the cool breeze was gently blowing in. It was a perfect sleeping night. Just the right temperature.
I was lying there this morning, barely conscious and thinking of how the feeling of the breeze blowing across my face reminded me of years ago napping on the deck of a sailboat, and how relaxed I was at the time, listening to the waves lap against the side of the boat, the smell of the fresh air.
It was perfect. I gently rolled over and glanced at the clock with half closed eyes - still in my delusional state of happiness........
7:50am.....................Nooooooooo it can't be. I snatched up the clock for a closer look............
OMG I have to be at work at 8:00am. Holy Crap - I flew out of that bed like it was on fire. Lets just say the next few minutes were not pretty. There were clothes flying though the air, a very confused dog on the edge of the bed, 2 quick swipes of eye liner and I was down the stairs. I HATE being late for anything. And when your day starts off late it has a ripple effect throughout the rest of the day. I was all discombobulated. I was all sixes and sevens. (lol Thanks Kim H)
I'm not sure how I did it but I arrived at the office at 8:05am - disheveled but there. And naturally today was Mom's day care. So I again had to rush and leave work for 20 minutes around 10am to pick her up and deliver her. There is a gentleman that attends as well, younger - not an Alzheimers patient but he has his own issues. For privacy sake I will call him Tom.
Tom has limited abilities but he always has a small story he wants to share when he arrives. I love him, he is very sweet and I always try to make time for him. But today, as you know, time was a bit of an issue for me. His usual stories are brief - "Did you see the tornado on the news? .......or Guess what - I saw a deer last night etc.
Not today - Today he was just back from a 3 day vacation with his family. He had to tell us every single detail. And sometimes he has trouble finding the right word - which extends the length of the story. Oh dear, I'm smiling and nodding and uh huh-ing , all the while going from foot to foot thinking Come on, I have to get back to work. Just when you think he is finished......he has another part and another part.
I'm trying to listen and edge my way towards the door. Now, I bet by now you are wondering what any of this has to do with the title for this post - well I'm getting there. Finally, he gets to the end - well I think it was the end because that is when I made my escape. While he was on the ferry boat........
He saw 5 weasels and a rainbow.
Fifteen minutes later and several thousand of my shattered nerves and that my friends is the story.