Noneofyourb3eswax on As Sick as our Secrets Then, we had our presidential election, and I figured there was no time like the present to start doing my research on the ground in Thailand! By the end of October, I had additional information, including pricing and types of villas to choose from. I figured I would investigate it more down the line, but I kept moving on it. Up popped the Care Resort Chiang Mai! I liked the initial pictures of a beautiful tropical setting in the mountains, and the Care Resort owner’s values and vision for care resonated with me. I do Google searches spontaneously, and I did one on dementia care around the world. Some of the stories were quite dismal, and I had already accumulated a few of my own with Jack’s health issues in recent years. I was around a number of people who were needing to use assisted living facilities, as well as hospitals and rehab facilities. Finances were a concern, though, as well.
#Dont quit before the miracle happens plus#
On the plus side, Jack was going to his memory class five hours a day two days a week, and that was working well for us. We had been back in Atlantic Beach, Florida for almost five years, and despite old and new connections made, I had the feeling that the phrase “you can’t go home again” applied to me. It seems like when I find myself stuck in a situation that is not working for me, eventually I start to consider options that were not even on the table before. Chiang Mai – the latest grand adventure! I have been sorting out in my mind how we ended up in Chiang Mai, Thailand.One more thing … I have given myself permission to be all over the place in this blog, so it is a good thing so many things relate to the slings and arrows of life! I deeply hope there is French blood coursing through my veins. I hope the family party line of Francis Brouard, my ancestor, being from France is indeed true. The energy of the French people speaking out is contagious. It has spurred me on to say whatever I want on my blog, without backing down to the terrorists in my head, who try to scare me into zipping my lip on things I think that might be different from the party line, societal, familial, political or professional. I had decided that I was going to start a blog, and, coincidentally, on the same day in Paris, the Charlie Hebdo office, a great example of freedom of speech, was attacked.
The miracle here today is that I made it to the pool and swam laps! The wonderful fall out from this is …I feel so much better! This is a miracle in my little life, and I am seeing another miracle unfold in Paris, with the millions of people marching for unity, and against what a French philosopher called fascism.
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