Irene, the mobile used as my avatar, is Sue’s rendering of a curly haired, female character. She dangles in our living room where walkers and heavy stepping caregivers vibrate up the walls to cause her movement. Be the mood of the room harmonious or discordant, Irene never loses her agreeable disposition.
Life’s transitions oscillate around us. Changes like sickness, aging, displacement may be expected of others. But when the symptoms rattle our bones, we are surprised.
Still, who buys a wind chime expecting it to hang silent and static?