Yesterday, eight of us sat around a round table on the terrace and had our coffee chat. The new resident with the nice name Marie Therese, told us that she had been an Aikido teacher for 20 years in the school she herself had created. Unfortunately an early stage of Alzheimer's had been diagnosed and it became to dangerous to live alone. Now she is happy here, and she fits well into our group.
There is no water in our park and I thought the poor thing got lost and now is looking for water. I asked the others if they also heard the frog and we all listened and yes, we all heard it very clearly.
At the next table was a man sitting with his wife severely handicapped. She lay in a special wheelchair, couldn't speak and eat alone and what was awful was her look she always had her mouth wide open and two teeth were missing. At the beginning I really was afraid and disgusted when I saw her and admired her husband who came each afternoon to look after her.
As with everything, now I am not afraid anymore and am used to her look. He just went by to pick up a glass of water for her and I asked him if he also heard the frog. He listened, and then he burst out in a loud laughter. We all looked at him, confused, but then he stopped laughing and said with a broad grin on his face... "No, that's not a frog, that's my wife grinding her teeth." Now we had to laugh, even though it wasn't really funny. But he found the "frog" story so hilarious.
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