Jeanne Ellin: a good week

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A good week

Jeanne EllinI am triumphant. I have been to an exhibition! The first such outing for over three years. This had to be planned like a military expedition. Meals pre-cooked for the day and two days after. Transport booked and extra quiet days before. Just basic feeding and watering for me and Little Cat Friday.

Felt so good after the exhibition that I ventured as far as a café and had black coffee and a small salad. First lunch out for years. Taxi back. Fruit and soup for supper and very early bed. Undressed by five pm as if I get too tired I can become marooned in my clothes and sadly the fire brigade is not available for such emergencies.

My other delight this week is that I have blagged my way onto some interesting volunteering opportunities. One is a committee looking at issues of loneliness and isolation for older people. I said that though I could not attend, I could read and comment on matters and offer a relevant perspective. They agreed and feel I could have a particular role in selecting groups for funding, as I would ask pertinent questions.

The other opportunity is to engage with medical students and discuss the ageing process with them. I thought this sounded like fun and have now had my first meeting with the group. A delightful set of young people. I sat in on them discussing the pros and cons of ageing. Then they asked me about my personal experience of old age.

What is it like to be old?

I told them it was a real adventure. Scary, uncomfortable, uncertain, with real Dragons and real Treasure. They picked up the role-play game reference and asked me more about it. I said like role-play you started with the resources you’d gained from previous levels, for example, resilience and determination.

They asked what was the best part of getting older and I said the wide perspective.

I thoroughly enjoyed my time and look forward to seeing them again.


Jeanne Ellin

About Jeanne Ellin

I am a poet working at living a creative life in a one room flat, companioned by a menagerie of chronic health problems. I began this series of posts after being inspired by two women younger than myself, who, fearful of their imagined old age spent in ill health and poverty, committed suicide. I explore every year as a bonus of adventures, with moments of discomfort or fear, but with unexpected treasure to be found - helped by a sense of the ridiculous, a world perspective and creativity.

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