In the last 2 ½ months the COVID-19 pandemic has afforded many of us an opportunity to declutter. The sanitation workers who collect the trash are busier than ever.
My husband Tom has a great sense of direction. You can plop him down in a city he hasn’t been in for 15 years and he’ll lead you to the nearest movie theatre or restaurant we liked through all sorts of detours without a pause. He’s even gotten us out of the woods (literally) with just a topographical map and a cheap compass after we missed a trail in a wilderness reserve.
We’ve been celebrating nurses this week and it’s fitting that Florence Nightingale’s birthday always marks the end of Nurses Week. Florence is legendary for being the pioneer of handwashing and hygiene. What is obvious today was not so obvious during her lifetime.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mothers of the world. When I think of my own mothers (I’ve been blessed to have two) words cannot capture their meaning.
Today marks the beginning of Nurses Week which always holds a special place in my heart. I love nurses and I love that for a whole week (not just a day) we all get to express our gratitude for and awe of nurses. After all, nurses give so much of themselves. What other profession, in the normal course of performing its job, doesn’t get to eat, use the bathroom or take a break and sometimes even gives its lives for the very people it’s serving?