Not long now until the big move to a different place after 57 years. It will take place for my parents next week. It hasn't been the easiest of times this generational manouvering, this shuffling through emotions of "what's best" with and for a couple in their eighties. Everything seems to be strategic.Who is listened to - who feels they have not been heard. The emotions around possessions, discarding, keeping, and why. Must be hard for my Dad to let go of things, when he feels he is losing his mind. As the daughter, knowing when to tread gently, when to be firm. I am hoping "down the track" as we say in Oz, that Mum and Dad will be happy in their unit. Of course there will be a period of adjustment that everybody goes through when they move house, no matter what age or situation. Some factors though in this are a bit more challenging.

Dad had an acute heart attack days ago, was very confused, but thanks to fast work by the ambulance crew is in hospital, and appears to be doing well.The hospital system being what it is however, they are anxious to discharge him as soon as possible. The absolute escapism of Willow's Ball at The Manor was a welcome reprieve in the harsh light of reality at the moment. Thanks Willow. I'm sure many felt the same. Over 200 people sharing magical moments. We so very much need magic in our lives.

I am going to take a break for a while, get a few things organised. There are health issues of others to consider, as well as trying to get myself back on track. Last night I found out a friend had a double masectomy, and am still in shock at the suddenness, aggressiveness of this cancer - the time span between recent diagnosis, and the drastic outcome.She has my admiration. She is noble and strong.I will be back. I've wrapped up the memory of the whirl of visits after the cyber-ball in the palm of my hand, blown it away gently like soft dandelion drifts, and watched it dissipate into magical sparkles. Thank you dear friends for your company. All will be well.