At the night when I told my workmates that “can’t complain….” , they all laughed. They knew exactly what I meant.
Well, thinking of that there was only one person fell off into the water (and she laughed about it and still tried to get other people to canoe with her tomorrow) and one car hit on the tree, person who intended not to stay overnight changed her mind and stayed, people ending up all dancing, me being kissed and thanked, carers telling their stories with tears in their eyes and saying that this is the third time to have time out in the last 8 years (that was my highlight of the day. It wasn’t the best time, but it was a touching moment), looking them dress up and wearing the necklaces and earrings that they made in the afternoon’s beading workshop, everybody enjoying the food and drinks, people keeping saying to me that make sure to let them know if there will be one in the next year (as they will be “bloody” going) ….. what can you complain?
I mean that also knowing the fact that I didn’t get to sleep more than two hours last night, and there was some issues aroused during the day (mind you that there will always be issues no matter what you do), and the word of “let’s call it a day as I was bloody tired and want to go to my bed” nearly slip out of my mouth when I was still talking to people at 11pm, I still could not complain. I had a hard day, but those are people who have hard day everyday. As long as they are happy, I would be totally settled for the position where I am. Life is beautiful (and also short). How many days in the whole life can a person live only for themselves? It is a mix feeling of everybody having the happy part and also the sad part in the reality.
At 10:30pm, I was dragged by carers to join them into dancing. I got this afternoon’s massage missed although I don’t really like the idea of Bowen stuff and I’ve been holding my nerves all day.
It was all about fun and relaxation. You would know this is true, when you watch people reading their favourite books beside the pool, showing their mini golf scores, telling you the result of archery competition, letting you know what they saw in the bush and sharing the blinks, scrapbookings, stories, tears, jokes, photos of their children, dogs, cats, farms, the rainbow above their house once upon a time, or sunset 10 years ago when wives and husbands were still young and strong enough to climb up to the mountain to take the photos, the moment that everybody in the family still were healthy and happy, what can you complain??

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