When life hands you lemons, make lemonade and watch the night sky.
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade and watch the night sky.
A nod of thanks to many in the past week or so, including the marketing/sales managers of the following assisted living facilities:
Time to start looking up at the early morning sky for the last view of the Space Shuttle Endeavour and the ISS reflecting light in the same part of the sky.
And then continue to write the next happy, fun chapters of the history of our species in this part of the galaxy.
From Urmi:
खोयी खोयी ये आँखें,
दिन में मदहोश तुम्हें करती है,
रात में, तन्हाई में,
हर रोज़ यह बरसती है !
While researching some messages from the not too distant moments behind us, I found the following interesting text:
Message-Id: <8905301533.AA19062@hpfcla.HP.COM>
Date: Tue, 30 May 89 10:58:05 edt
From: Eric Haines <eye!erich@spruce>
Subject: Rapture or Rupture?
Author: `Rapture’ will be on Sept. 1
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NASHVILLE, Tenn. (AP) – A retired NASA engineer who predicted that the
beginning of the end of the world would occur in 1988 now says his forecast was
off by one year.
Edgar Whisenant said born-again Christians will be taken up into heaven Sept. 1
in the “rapture.”
Whisenant, 56, created a stir last year with the publication of “88 Reasons Why
the Rapture Will Be in 1988.” He estimated that he and the World Bible Society
here gave away or sold about 4.5 million copies of the booklet. “The Final
Shout–Rapture ’89 Report” is to be released this week, he said.
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So, does anyone know the address of the World Bible Society? It’s not in
_High Weirdness By Mail_.
–Eric Haines, 157th Incarnation of the Inexorable World Egg
It helps us to know what we’ve said to understand what we will say and do in the future, no matter how strange-sounding, weird or nonconventional.
For instance, in writing a storyline that takes all of us into account, the silent majority is just as interesting as the loud edges.
If Tina Fey wants Sarah Palin to remain in the public eye so she can keep making money the old-fashioned way, we can accommodate her wishes until she becomes a wealthy director/producer behind the camera, but does that mean Comedy or Relative Conservatism wins?
In the New World Order, what do the shareholders in the business of politics want? Government handouts during lean times or fighting for jobs in a competitive environment where government props do not exist?
And if there is no “either/or” involved, can we put the concept of politics aside and deal with the fact that politicians are symbols of people’s dreams and desires, switchboard operators or gatekeepers of the flow of diverted money-based information, nothing more?
“I WILL KEEP YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS ALIVE,” leaders shout in unison across the ages.
Time for more meditation, this time away from our species and into the bigger universe of non symbolic/memelike interaction of states of energy, unplugging from our shared madness of imaginable pasts/futures.
The existence of this post betrays its existence.
At the same time, the Anarchy Party is planning to…well, wait, isn’t anarchy about the lack of organisation?
The list goes on.
Poking fun at ourselves with complicated symbology is the best form of innerspecies flattery.
Pretending to be enraged/mad or insane/mad or happy/dull or unsharpened/dull.
Or just plain mad/dull.
Rewriting Lysistrata and the Art of War for the seventeen-thousandth time.
Or perhaps happy/mad.
The pursuit of the pursuers of happiness – that’s the sole purpose of the Patriot Act.
“By God, man, don’t you know my version of the Great American Way is the only true path to happiness?”
“I don’t know, boss. I’m too busy cleaning your floor while earning less than minimum wage and getting no benefits in order to feed my kids who dream of anything better than what I’m doing, even if they simply become slaves to technology and monthly roaming rates like you, rather than my parents, who were slaves to the dry soil and fickle weather of my home country, which inspires many there to seek the easy life of drugs and gun running, which your country buys from us and supplies to us, respectively. But, hey, I’m nobody, right?”
To stay on my path, which includes sitting here and watching a cicada body trapped in a spider thread spin in the wind, is what it is, neither THE way nor just any way to live in happiness and peace.
A person my age is the most-recognised political executive of the Western Hemisphere.
To control a vast network of people hidden from view is like being in charge of the Apathy Party – no one cares to know the truth because it would shatter every dream or wish we have in saying we are in control of our personal destinies.
I overheard an elderly person make a toast with a glass of wine:
“Here’s to those who wish me well,
The rest of you can go to hell.”
Then they proceeded with a fashion show at the assisted living facility, including a lady who wore a hat made of pill bottles, much more inventive than any of the haute couture creations that pass for wearable art these days.
I’m in a wickedly vicious mood, wanting more out of life than what a passive, nonadventurous, monotonously monogamous, family-oriented, suburban existence offers.
Let the moralists cry over the sex crimes of the IMF chief and others who make good conformist news headlines.
Quite frankly, I am not them, although I live among them and support their subculture like any other.
At the same time, I suffer buyer’s remorse over putting my mother in-law in a “cruise ship” firmly planted in the middle of urban sprawl, wondering if she’ll get the intellectual stimulus she’s enjoyed at a small town pace her whole life.
And finally, not worried about readership, I return to the life I had, coordinating with my network of nonconforming individualists to herd the lives of most of the rest of the seven billion of us states of energy hanging out around this orb, none of you fully aware of what’s really going on, some of you getting a rare glimpse behind the illusions you were handed in your formative years.
Time to complete a few tasks for my mother in-law’s move and then meditate on nothing in particular – the best part of being inactive and uncaring in relation to the voices of extremists and whiners.
Ahh…the house of cards is showing it’s emporial, temporal clothing again. I wouldn’t trust U.S. or Chinese companies, or any international banking/investment groups right now.
I sure wouldn’t allow the stench of auditors in my house.
Should I be mad as hell and not going to take it anymore?
Time to bury the rest of my money in them Mason jars I done drunk all my moonshine out of.
Good thing I got my money out of the mattress afore that there tornado took it away!
DSK has proved the IMF is a joke and the global currency market is full of whoring menfolk that my momma and daddy said to shy away from ‘cuz they ain’t never got your interest in their interest, know what I mean?
Glad I just finished my occasional viewing of “Network” – the Committee wants me back on the job now that I’ve just about got my mother in-law all settled nice and snug in her own instant community.
A nod to that actor/dancer, Kirstie, who lost all that weight, and all them other folk who earn a living in front of bright lights in the big city.
Keeps us country folk happily glued to the boob tube while we count our pennies left over after eating fast food on Googlefied EBT cards next to the cash-checking place that takes our weekly unemployment benefit payout for a small 25% fee.
Life is good, ain’t it?
My satellite in the sky guarantees the only real solar system currency that’s valid on any spaceship – no funny money involved.
Is there a theme/purpose for today’s blog entry?
Why am I sitting here externalising my thoughts?
Actions speak louder than words.
As a product of these times, I am connected to the few percent of the living examples of my species in total, dead or alive.
I can speak actively and write passively or three other combinations of active/passive existence.
Possible theme/purpose
In agreement with her family, my wife made the final call about living quarters for the rest of her mother’s life.
A three-story building containing one floor of memory care (i.e., Alzheimer’s/dementia residents) and two floors of those who require assisted living, including a la carte levels of care based on time management studies of individual resident’s daily assistance needs.
Many places we visited during the informationgathering/decisionmaking process offered in-house services such as beauty/barber shop, exercise classes, religion studies, shopping/community excursions, housekeeping/laundry, basic “cable” television, telephone and electric/water/sewage/garbage utilities.
All provided three meals a day, trained staff available 24/7, socialising events and medical alert technology.
Thanks to Kerri, Lawanda, Leonard, Rob, Brenda, Madeline and others at HarborChase for their help ahead of my mother in-law’s arrival.
Thanks to Michelle, Tara, Diane and Tayasha at Country Cottage for their input into my wife’s decision.
A harrying, emotional couple of weeks with logistical issues yet to resolve.
All,
After talking with folks at the assisted living facilities in the spreadsheet I previously sent you, visiting all but one in the local area myself and having the facilities back home send a representative to see Nanny, I think we have the information we need for the final decision.
I talked with Nanny for almost 15 minutes last night, going over with her one more time what she truly desires.
She has seen that she’s not getting many visits from her hometown friends and will continue to get less, possibly leading back to the loneliness she felt at her house. Her church, which used to be her strongest tie to the community, doesn’t have the appeal it once did. Thus, with her closest living relatives all begging her to come here, she has decided that the move (with a clear promise to transport her whole deceased body to her hometown for a Christian memorial at the funeral home (and at the church only if we strongly desire so) and burial in the family plot (“all you have to do is add the last date to the stone”)) will satisfy both her and her grand/children’s wishes.
In addition, she expressed her desire not to be in a place that was too busy/confusing with lots of activities. She wants a quiet, comfortable, but socially-engaging life.
Thus, here, it appears that two places are best for her, at both an appropriate price point and comfort level – the Multilevel Building and the Single Floor Facility.
The Single Floor Facility, designed on the smaller-is-better concept, has a dining/community area that’s more like a great room in a house (seating all 16 residents) than a restaurant. Note that it’s locally owned and operated.
The Multilevel Building, on the other hand, like several larger facilities in town, offers many conveniences, including a big dining area that is more of a restaurant than a dining room. Note that it’s operated by an out-of-town corporation.
If you read this far down in the email, I’ll share with you an observation from a friend of my parents, Linda Bena, who has specialized in geriatric social services for 17 years in Florida. She highly recommends, especially for a person in her 70s or early 80s, a facility that offers multiple healthcare services (a CCRC or “continuing care retirement community,” as they call it), including independent living, assisted living, skilled nursing, physical therapy and a memory care (Alzheimer’s/dementia) unit. That way, the person, after making new friends in the facility, can still get convenient visits from these friends in the same facility and enjoy a continuity of “home” life from entry to end-of-life (through hospice care, if desired).
Neither the Multilevel Building nor the Single Floor Facility offers the full suite of CCRC healthcare services that a larger facility like others in town offer. At the same time, as Linda noted, Nanny, at 93, is much older than the typical person who enters an independent/assisted/skilled nursing facility so a CCRC may not be necessary for her quality of life.
That summarizes the information up to this point.
I still need to figure out the ramifications of moving Nanny from the health insurance plan in her hometown to whatever’s available here because her current health insurance is NOT available locally, which means we’d have to put her on a new Medicare insurance plan by 1 July.
Of course, we’ll get a moving van to transfer personal furniture to the new facility, as well.
My wife will work with her mother to make the final decision.
By the way, the social worker at the physical rehab unit is meeting with the staff for Medicare patient planning later today and will inform me this afternoon if there’s any change in Nanny’s scheduled discharge date – the social worker also has to place orders with the staff doctor on Thursday for Nanny’s transfer to her new home so we need to inform her ASAP tomorrow what the decision is.
Regards,
Rick
Interesting opinion piece about renewable energy.
I’ll sit in a car and drive ten or twelve miles to visit an assisted living facility today.
I sit here now and tap my fingers on plastic keys that translate my thoughts into these black symbols, all attached to the TVA power grid through an AC-DC transformer and electrical cord.
I’m surrounded by plastic boxes, cardboard boxes, furniture and manufactured sunroom components that required fossil fuel based energy consumption.
My only compromise about living a modern suburban life is having no lawn to mow, fertilise or spray with insect repellant.
Otherwise, I’m a full-fledged member of Mass Consumer Consumption, Inc.
Could I have gotten up earlier and started walking to the assisted living facility?
Or pushed a bike up over an Alabama mountain and ridden down the other side to get to the facility?
Sure.
But I won’t.
And if I won’t, who will?
In the current news cycle of natural disasters, can we attribute any of our modern conveniences to creating weather extremes?
Is sustainable engineering achievable and if so, where does it start?
Less blogging, more walking?
Shut up and get on my feet, in other word.
My prayers and sympathies to the families in Joplin, Missouri, bomb-ravaged areas of Afghanistan, Pakistan, Sudan and other places where families and communities face havoc.
Time for me to make another platelet donation to the Red Cross.