In the years when I was compelled to attend workplace meetings I would take my head on an hour-long holiday, assessing the merits of colleagues as travelling partners or ‘stuck on an island’ companions. Sometimes the same three men came on every trip with me. When I varied the destinations to include building projects, festival attendance and time in third world jails, the group identity shifted. It is not that I wouldn’t choose those men as companions now were I to island sit or trek through remote regions. But I’m thinking about who I will encourage to share my aged-care facility. ABC weather reporters with their ‘easy to listen to’ voices might have been my residents of choice had I not pondered all that reliability. Day after day sensibleness packaged in steel grey suits. I could invite farmers; take it on the chin, character built by adversity types. I’d be right with the talk of rain and crops and productivity. I could even bear the constant anti-government sledging, but not their schedules. Someone who thinks he’s hilarious, life of the party, punch line of the joke suggested to me that I’d be an ideal companion in a place like that. I’m not sure if that was intended as a compliment but he is not on any of my lists.
Companionship in my Aged Care Facility