The Met has developed a whole series of programs for people with dementia and their caregivers called Meet Me, their website is here, bringing them to art and art to their world. Isn't that a truly wonderful thing? Someone somewhere was really thinking in a deeply empathetic way, and then got off their duff and did something really beautiful about it. Kudos. On every level. So very very impressive. Not only that, but much of the material is also presented in Spanish. How wonderful does it get. Let's all hope they don't lose their funding, indeed anyone out there who could write to their congressman.....I don't have one.
There's also StoryCorps, 30,000 stories told by average people about their own lives, all recorded. You can listen on blogs, downloads, live and podcasts.
Goodness, but there are some wonderful resources on the internet.
On the other hand, I have to say, that I did something that I have been needing for a while. Moby Dick has a great, predicatably long description, of how I was getting to be feeling.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball.
Well, that works for me too, getting to sea as soon as I can, but it isn't always possible. I finally got back to something I haven't been doing enough of for a while and took a LOOOONG walk in the mountains with the dogs.
Ohhh, what a difference.