Is it just me or do others find it annoying when people mispronounce certain words or letters? I realize that sometimes it's just a regional thing, sometimes a region as small as 50 miles or less. But there is a tendency in this area not to pronounce "T". Really, it appears in the word, it is written in the word but people just don't pronounce it.
Living in the Lansing Michigan area, we are inundated with advertisements and news about Michigan State University. Now I love MSU, I went there, my daughter graduated from there, much of my higher education money went there and I am a diehard fan. That being said when did we start being referred to as "Spar'ans". I kid you not. A sweet little boy I know is referred to as "Kea'on". Love him but I have a heck of a time when I try to say his name so rather than insult I just refer to him as their sweet little boy. But the words in question are SPARTAN and KEATON. I am probably the freak insisting on pronouncing words the way they are written so I take my grammar beatings in good spirits. But I just can't be a Spar'an no matter how hard I try.
And every time I hear that commercial promoting an emergency injection product for severe allergic reactions and the young man says "I just cou'n breathe" it drives me crazy! What happened to the "d and the "l" and the "t" for that matter. Are we just lazy or do we really just not know any better. Heck I love a sweet southern accent and the way they pronounce some words in one long syllable, but I think their habit of dropping the ending is merely weather-related. Such as, "Wha's happeninnnnnnn" That's cool. It's hot and sticky and people are economizing by not talking too much or too long. Perfectly logical.
And then there is the weird pronunciation of that mundane word WASH. In what world does one say WaRsh? Apparently this one. Warsh your clothes, drive on Warshington Avenue named after the famous lst President Geor Warshington. (SPELL CHECK is going crazy by the way). And it is a ROOF not a word that describes a dog barking.
I don't mind having a Midwestern accent, which according to my travels is the equivalent of no accent. I also base that on the fact that most newscasters sound like me, unless of course, it is the local weather person. They sound exactly like their hometown which also indicates that is probably the only part of the newscast locals really care to listen. Who can blame them? I'd much rather talk about the weather than the rest of what passes for news these days myself.
So warsh your ruff and hang your Spar'an flag out Lansing-it's football season!!
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
FASHION vs FUNCTION
Enjoying the Olympics for the past week I am struck by many things. Patriotism, athletes and countries getting along (well for the most part), the faces of those who will never win a medal but are overwhelmed by just making the original cut; the sheer emotion that accompanies every contest finale and medal ceremony. The world at its best if only for two weeks. However all that aside, I want to talk about the Olympic fashions.
I can't help but wonder what secret committee gets together to determine the mode of dress or undress for each sport? Oh sure I get that fashion might be aerodynamic or minimalist to assure victories that are measured in 1/100th of a second. All that drag from clothing will apparently make a huge difference. Which makes me wonder why the athletes don't just compete naked as the early Greeks did? In some sports that appears to be the intent - think beach volley ball and track and field. I felt my female self cringe "in those places that must not be named" seeing those tight little panties the lady runners wear. I was happy to note some wearing the long covering shirts and fan-like shorts similar to what I wear to work out in. But then I'm not being photographed by the world media or seeking to impress with my perfect abs, thighs and butt. Which might explain some of these outfits, hairdos and make-up of some ladies I see at the gym. Where are the cameras? I thought those were there for security.
But then why do the swimmers wear adult onesies that give them the appearance of chunky seals skimming through the water? Material that is lighter than skin? But runners wear the absolute minimum-wouldn't the same principles apply? Ain't science amazing? However as long as you look exactly like your counterparts apparently you belong and no one stands out as looking absolutely ridiculous.
I do appreciate the clever way the countries identify themselves on the backs of their athletes with the wonderful colors and designs representing their countries. And I love the nail polish on many of the American women showing red, white and blue in many different and creative ways.
The fans are just as colorful sporting America's colors in fine Olympic style. Where do they find these perfect items? Somebody is cleaning up nicely and I picture push carts on the streets of Rio carrying every type of patriotic wear for the 200+ countries represented.
Since I'm discussing the Olympics what is with these media types who keep stumbling over themselves discussing the female athletes? "She swims like a man" "She is the wife of a Chicago Bear linebacker" "She owes her success (2 gold medals for pete's sake) to her husband coach". Really? But the kicker was when the coach of the American women's basketball team was asked if he thought it looks bad that the American women are so dominating in the games? Since when did being the best at your sport leads to stupid questions about whether you're playing nice. That ranks right up there with the "everybody gets a trophy for just participating". Uh no. Winning is sweet, working hard and taking the gold is earned. They don't crown you the best unless you are. Try asking that question of Mike Krzysewski and watch him play a little "one-on-one" on your rear.
I can't help but wonder what secret committee gets together to determine the mode of dress or undress for each sport? Oh sure I get that fashion might be aerodynamic or minimalist to assure victories that are measured in 1/100th of a second. All that drag from clothing will apparently make a huge difference. Which makes me wonder why the athletes don't just compete naked as the early Greeks did? In some sports that appears to be the intent - think beach volley ball and track and field. I felt my female self cringe "in those places that must not be named" seeing those tight little panties the lady runners wear. I was happy to note some wearing the long covering shirts and fan-like shorts similar to what I wear to work out in. But then I'm not being photographed by the world media or seeking to impress with my perfect abs, thighs and butt. Which might explain some of these outfits, hairdos and make-up of some ladies I see at the gym. Where are the cameras? I thought those were there for security.
But then why do the swimmers wear adult onesies that give them the appearance of chunky seals skimming through the water? Material that is lighter than skin? But runners wear the absolute minimum-wouldn't the same principles apply? Ain't science amazing? However as long as you look exactly like your counterparts apparently you belong and no one stands out as looking absolutely ridiculous.
I do appreciate the clever way the countries identify themselves on the backs of their athletes with the wonderful colors and designs representing their countries. And I love the nail polish on many of the American women showing red, white and blue in many different and creative ways.
The fans are just as colorful sporting America's colors in fine Olympic style. Where do they find these perfect items? Somebody is cleaning up nicely and I picture push carts on the streets of Rio carrying every type of patriotic wear for the 200+ countries represented.
Since I'm discussing the Olympics what is with these media types who keep stumbling over themselves discussing the female athletes? "She swims like a man" "She is the wife of a Chicago Bear linebacker" "She owes her success (2 gold medals for pete's sake) to her husband coach". Really? But the kicker was when the coach of the American women's basketball team was asked if he thought it looks bad that the American women are so dominating in the games? Since when did being the best at your sport leads to stupid questions about whether you're playing nice. That ranks right up there with the "everybody gets a trophy for just participating". Uh no. Winning is sweet, working hard and taking the gold is earned. They don't crown you the best unless you are. Try asking that question of Mike Krzysewski and watch him play a little "one-on-one" on your rear.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
ABOUT TIME
Just when you think that gender doesn't matter in 2016, guess what it does! The fact that a woman, a very capable woman, has finally received the nomination from a major party for the presidency is a big deal in this country. Never mind that other countries have been gender blind for many years; even Sri Lanka realized that in 1960, not to mention Indira Gandhi, Golda Meir and the German Chancellor Merkel. Apparently to some "all men were created equal" didn't mean all people. Though I do believe that was their intent. America the leader of the world in so many ways is pitching a fit because we might have a woman running the show, pathetic.
Yet this woman, this very capable woman, has been attacked continuously and put under the microscope for everything from her beliefs, actions and what she wears-- seriously!! ( Though I wish someone would do a little fashion update for her.) I myself didn't really care what I wore for work considering often I'd be wearing hard hat, safety glasses and "mickey mouse" hearing protection. Not much of a fashionista, but then I was there to work, duh.
What are you afraid of people? Does the idea of a smart, strong woman mess up your idea of America? June Cleaver was a "fig newton" of your imagination. Women have been working alongside the men to survive forever, outside of the 1950's apparently. Do you think Farmer Jones managed his farm on his own? Or the pioneers traveled across the country facing hardships and overcoming them were all masculine? Or the only ones who can hunt and shoot and defend themselves stand to pee? Or all university students, engineers, soldiers, architects, artists, etc, etc are not "all the people".
Can people seriously support a man who continually lies, cheats, bullies, pouts when crossed and shoots down everything this country believes in? The dude doesn't even pay his bills as is evidenced by the number of lawsuits brought against him to collect wages and bills legitimately contracted for services rendered. Who accuses people of ethnic bias or calls them names when they go against him. Classy. And of course, let's hand the checkbook to the guy who declared bankruptcy four times which means he stiffed everyone he owed money to. Nice. Let's hand him the checkbook for the United States. Anyone not think he is in this for the power? Think again.
And to those who oppose the legitimate candidate that is running you ask why, they say "you can't trust her". Explain. Benghazi - not one person's fault and actually more embassies have been attacked and more people killed under every preceding president. Emails - the republican appointed FBI director has cleared her of wrong-doing in Congressional hearings who also had to state well, there were actually 3 possibly classified emails that were sent to her by others who should have known better. Both "witch-hunts" were orchestrated by republicans with the "expressed" purpose of "bringing her down". Unfortunately, their hand-picked candidates for president didn't make the cut. Oops.
Having worked in a non-traditional profession for many years, I thought this kind of male vs. female crap had been eliminated. I know what it is like to be thought of as less than capable because I wore a dress on occasion, resented even. I didn't mind working harder to be credible and usually ignored the sticks and stones so to speak that were constantly hurled my way. Some were bold or twisted enough to actually say "you'll never get it because you're a woman" - yes, literally. Being raised as I was by a strong Mother however, I just shrugged and proceeded to do my job and exceed expectations every time. Boo Rah. Though some might say "well the expectations were low due to your gender". No, I went above and beyond what was expected by someone in my position because 1) it was the right thing to do; and 2) I was never one to hide intelligence behind a bushel basket to "get along". Lonely sometimes but so rewarding when someone actually gets it and you know you've made a difference.
Oddly enough you have to fight the very people you're trying to help because they don't believe you're able to make changes. Listening to people and trying to work with them to see the light facilitated more change than forcefully imposing your will because you could. It's called respect. Swallowing your ego seems harder for the male of the species. Doing so and letting the other person "win" is not a weakness believe me.
I'll throw something else out there. Women know what it is like to create life and we are much more cognizant of the actions that come into play that would eliminate it. Weakness? I think not. Compassion and willingness to work through a problem is a strength that women have as their super powers. Rarely would you see a woman up in the watch tower with a machine gun. We all need to embrace the ability to reason and bring consensus in this increasingly dangerous world. Seeking peaceful solutions may not sit well with some who see every problem as a nail that can only be addressed with a hammer. Instead of throwing roadblocks we need to embrace the special talents that each of us brings forward.
Yes, I am excited that a woman will be our leader and yes, it shouldn't make a damn bit of difference what gender, race, religion, ethnicity that person is. This is the freedom this country promised us back in 1776. And one day I do hope that young people will find it common that ANYONE can achieve any lofty goal they set for themselves.
Yet this woman, this very capable woman, has been attacked continuously and put under the microscope for everything from her beliefs, actions and what she wears-- seriously!! ( Though I wish someone would do a little fashion update for her.) I myself didn't really care what I wore for work considering often I'd be wearing hard hat, safety glasses and "mickey mouse" hearing protection. Not much of a fashionista, but then I was there to work, duh.
What are you afraid of people? Does the idea of a smart, strong woman mess up your idea of America? June Cleaver was a "fig newton" of your imagination. Women have been working alongside the men to survive forever, outside of the 1950's apparently. Do you think Farmer Jones managed his farm on his own? Or the pioneers traveled across the country facing hardships and overcoming them were all masculine? Or the only ones who can hunt and shoot and defend themselves stand to pee? Or all university students, engineers, soldiers, architects, artists, etc, etc are not "all the people".
Can people seriously support a man who continually lies, cheats, bullies, pouts when crossed and shoots down everything this country believes in? The dude doesn't even pay his bills as is evidenced by the number of lawsuits brought against him to collect wages and bills legitimately contracted for services rendered. Who accuses people of ethnic bias or calls them names when they go against him. Classy. And of course, let's hand the checkbook to the guy who declared bankruptcy four times which means he stiffed everyone he owed money to. Nice. Let's hand him the checkbook for the United States. Anyone not think he is in this for the power? Think again.
And to those who oppose the legitimate candidate that is running you ask why, they say "you can't trust her". Explain. Benghazi - not one person's fault and actually more embassies have been attacked and more people killed under every preceding president. Emails - the republican appointed FBI director has cleared her of wrong-doing in Congressional hearings who also had to state well, there were actually 3 possibly classified emails that were sent to her by others who should have known better. Both "witch-hunts" were orchestrated by republicans with the "expressed" purpose of "bringing her down". Unfortunately, their hand-picked candidates for president didn't make the cut. Oops.
Having worked in a non-traditional profession for many years, I thought this kind of male vs. female crap had been eliminated. I know what it is like to be thought of as less than capable because I wore a dress on occasion, resented even. I didn't mind working harder to be credible and usually ignored the sticks and stones so to speak that were constantly hurled my way. Some were bold or twisted enough to actually say "you'll never get it because you're a woman" - yes, literally. Being raised as I was by a strong Mother however, I just shrugged and proceeded to do my job and exceed expectations every time. Boo Rah. Though some might say "well the expectations were low due to your gender". No, I went above and beyond what was expected by someone in my position because 1) it was the right thing to do; and 2) I was never one to hide intelligence behind a bushel basket to "get along". Lonely sometimes but so rewarding when someone actually gets it and you know you've made a difference.
Oddly enough you have to fight the very people you're trying to help because they don't believe you're able to make changes. Listening to people and trying to work with them to see the light facilitated more change than forcefully imposing your will because you could. It's called respect. Swallowing your ego seems harder for the male of the species. Doing so and letting the other person "win" is not a weakness believe me.
I'll throw something else out there. Women know what it is like to create life and we are much more cognizant of the actions that come into play that would eliminate it. Weakness? I think not. Compassion and willingness to work through a problem is a strength that women have as their super powers. Rarely would you see a woman up in the watch tower with a machine gun. We all need to embrace the ability to reason and bring consensus in this increasingly dangerous world. Seeking peaceful solutions may not sit well with some who see every problem as a nail that can only be addressed with a hammer. Instead of throwing roadblocks we need to embrace the special talents that each of us brings forward.
Yes, I am excited that a woman will be our leader and yes, it shouldn't make a damn bit of difference what gender, race, religion, ethnicity that person is. This is the freedom this country promised us back in 1776. And one day I do hope that young people will find it common that ANYONE can achieve any lofty goal they set for themselves.
Friday, July 22, 2016
BOOMER BEEF
I experienced a bittersweet happening this week. The good news is I received my personal Medicare card. The bad news is I received my personal Medicare card. On the one hand -yeah in your face- we boomers are going to be covered by social security and medicare, something we never thought we would see! On the other, I am old, old, old according to some archaic rule of age.
However have you looked at your basic senior citizen lately? They are the ones windsurfing next to you, zip lining ahead of you or running circles around you in a half marathon. Yep, not your father's senior citizen. Which brings up a dilemma - when do we get to just "call it in" so to speak? If all of us seem younger, fitter and more energetic than previous generations, then we also have to maintain that strong, virile activity level when anyone's looking. So many of my compatriots are busily engaging in hobbies they have had scant time to indulge in pre-medicare/SS days. Taking quilting to the next level of competitive contests; creating entire buildings out of their wood carving habit; camping on mountaintops and starting a second career based on their "real" interests.
When do we just admit, I really don't want to do anything or prove anything. I worked; I was successful yet under-appreciated; I nurtured my employees and helped them achieve great things (that was appreciated); I don't need to do anything constructive ever again? My entire working life, I was constantly on-call and engaged in projects and putting out fires for many hours everyday. I have no hobbies to take to the next level and never did. My joy, my fulfillment was in my work - solving problems, creating programs that had never been done before, saving lives. What do you follow that up with? Just got a text from former staff members begging me to "please come back" after a year and a half of being retired! Though the message was half in jest I know the frustrations they feel as people not quite so dedicated or interested take over. Though flattered, I responded "I'm shopping & later having a glass of wine - you want me to give all that up?" They of course said yes, yes we do.
I don't have a strong desire to do anything especially helpful, but I feel guilty when I am not engaged in something constructive. My significant other has tasks that he is always puttering around with and even makes lists. Which really brings out the guilty feeling. I'm totally counting on that feeling to pass. But then he has been at this retirement thing a lot longer. So I guess I will continue playing with my grandson, scribbling in my blog; entering writing contests and reading as much as I can. With age comes wisdom so the saying goes. Here's is the contradiction - your age is your age, but your mind is still 16 or 21 or 30. Always a surprise when it hurts when you get up too fast or can't hammer in the gym like you used to. I refuse to give in to that so that's something. So sue me; at least I still don't look like a senior citizen (give me my fantasies) but sometimes my days are just nothing earth-shattering, I'm not 20, but fulfilling in their own way.
I also give permission for all "seniors" to do whatever the hell they feel like doing and enjoy each day as if it is your last-no excuses.
However have you looked at your basic senior citizen lately? They are the ones windsurfing next to you, zip lining ahead of you or running circles around you in a half marathon. Yep, not your father's senior citizen. Which brings up a dilemma - when do we get to just "call it in" so to speak? If all of us seem younger, fitter and more energetic than previous generations, then we also have to maintain that strong, virile activity level when anyone's looking. So many of my compatriots are busily engaging in hobbies they have had scant time to indulge in pre-medicare/SS days. Taking quilting to the next level of competitive contests; creating entire buildings out of their wood carving habit; camping on mountaintops and starting a second career based on their "real" interests.
When do we just admit, I really don't want to do anything or prove anything. I worked; I was successful yet under-appreciated; I nurtured my employees and helped them achieve great things (that was appreciated); I don't need to do anything constructive ever again? My entire working life, I was constantly on-call and engaged in projects and putting out fires for many hours everyday. I have no hobbies to take to the next level and never did. My joy, my fulfillment was in my work - solving problems, creating programs that had never been done before, saving lives. What do you follow that up with? Just got a text from former staff members begging me to "please come back" after a year and a half of being retired! Though the message was half in jest I know the frustrations they feel as people not quite so dedicated or interested take over. Though flattered, I responded "I'm shopping & later having a glass of wine - you want me to give all that up?" They of course said yes, yes we do.
I don't have a strong desire to do anything especially helpful, but I feel guilty when I am not engaged in something constructive. My significant other has tasks that he is always puttering around with and even makes lists. Which really brings out the guilty feeling. I'm totally counting on that feeling to pass. But then he has been at this retirement thing a lot longer. So I guess I will continue playing with my grandson, scribbling in my blog; entering writing contests and reading as much as I can. With age comes wisdom so the saying goes. Here's is the contradiction - your age is your age, but your mind is still 16 or 21 or 30. Always a surprise when it hurts when you get up too fast or can't hammer in the gym like you used to. I refuse to give in to that so that's something. So sue me; at least I still don't look like a senior citizen (give me my fantasies) but sometimes my days are just nothing earth-shattering, I'm not 20, but fulfilling in their own way.
I also give permission for all "seniors" to do whatever the hell they feel like doing and enjoy each day as if it is your last-no excuses.
Friday, July 15, 2016
HOSPITAL GOWNS ARE SILLY
Would anyone find humor in spending a longggg day in the outpatient area of a hospital entertaining someone who is about to undergo a scary procedure? Well I would actually. At least I was entertained as we discussed and giggled over the absurd process. I have been accused of being heartless cracking wise when another loved one was going through childbirth, but that is another story. Though in my defense in my own childbirth adventure the Doc did ask the ceiling if I ever shut up and I totally remember stating that they needed some music to accompany the process along the lines of the "Volga Boat Song" - you know Yo Ho Heave Ho.
Originally scheduled for 3:30 the procedure was not begun until three hours after that. Having arrived at 1:30 as instructed my powers of distraction were tested, but I had help - from the patient! Like a well-oiled assembly line, patients are processed and banded to indicate to security they are to be returned if found escaping, err, wandering aimlessly around the parking lot. Sometimes under the influence of some really cool drugs I am guessing. Then we were whisked to another floor by a volunteer who waited after the original check-in to tell us what window to go to and then escorts us to the next check-in. These have to be volunteers as how would you compensate for basically being a human directional sign?
As patient advocate (cool, I have a title) I am summoned to check-in and instructed as to my duties - essentially entertaining the patient until zero hour and hanging around to take them home. They frown on unaccompanied patients directing their own fates. A heavy responsibility not to be taken lightly. At least until I saw the next patient came in by himself so, so much for that moment of self-importance. I had been previously informed of both my patient's wishes and approved communications upon them possibly achieving a warm nirvana state and to quell curious questions by nosy people. Check and check.
After a long wait (45-60 minutes) while they "prepped" (tortured) the patient I was allowed in to scoff at their hospital dress and be regaled by their description of the indignities performed on their person. I won't go into details, but all procedures are geared to quench any form of rebellion or resistance to the people performing the procedure, Pretty much propriety is sacrificed in the name of efficiency. Something about talking to someone in a backless hospital gown, crazy little slippers lounging on a recliner chair with tubes stuck in them just brings me to a high state of hilarity. I'm sick I know, but at least the patient did not focus on what was to come though I'm sure they thought maybe I should undergo the procedure if only to shut me up.
At one point I remember discussing the shaving that comes with much surgery and our horror that the gentleman directly across from us (no curtain drawn) might be subjected to some type of grooming that would be facing us head on so to speak. That made us laugh so loud I thought they were going to throw us out. But nurses and orderlies in the prep area (yeah just like a kitchen) just said you guys are having a good time.
The delay was so long, they actually closed down the prep area and had to move us to the recovery area. In fairness, there was an emergency that came in who had to go first so the wait was totally understandable. We figured we'd have to quiet down as people were, ahem, recovering but alas the nurses in there were microwaving blueberry muffins and quite jolly and louder than us. Hospitals are like that - no one goes there to sleep. At one point my patient was getting noticeably cold so I went in search of a nurse and stated her lips are blue and before I could get out I need some warmed blankets, she goes "what, she quit breathing?" not terribly concerned. I said no no just cold. See what I mean? They were hilarious, well maybe not to everyone who doesn't feel good, but we enjoyed it.
Finally off our patient went after everyone was gone but our little party. They said an hour and a half so we went in search of food before the cafeteria closed. Yum hospital food-not always recognizable but always bad. I stick to sandwiches & containerized yogurt from the cooler. After a bite and a seat outside until we warmed up-why do hospitals keep the temperature at 20 below - we went back to the waiting room and found everything closed and lights out. UH OH. Found the light switch and an orderly who said "can I help you?" I said waiting on our patient to be done (kitchen talk again) He says oh every one's gone from back there. Ahh another UH OH. We did convince him to check again because see the patient is up there on the computer screen status "having the procedure" so if every one's gone she is apparently wielding the knife herself which should give us a break on the bill.
OK our patient is now outside the door - oh on a bed being pushed by the nurse- and off we go to a room so she can lay still for 2 HOURS. Of course I was up for the challenge and we had another round of hysterical conversation between sips of orange juice which I will tell you is extremely difficult to deliver when someone is laying flat. As she was such a good patient and we were obviously such good caretakers they reluctantly released her to our care and we all celebrated with chocolate shakes and malts the preferred "I've just had a medical procedure" reward.
Originally scheduled for 3:30 the procedure was not begun until three hours after that. Having arrived at 1:30 as instructed my powers of distraction were tested, but I had help - from the patient! Like a well-oiled assembly line, patients are processed and banded to indicate to security they are to be returned if found escaping, err, wandering aimlessly around the parking lot. Sometimes under the influence of some really cool drugs I am guessing. Then we were whisked to another floor by a volunteer who waited after the original check-in to tell us what window to go to and then escorts us to the next check-in. These have to be volunteers as how would you compensate for basically being a human directional sign?
As patient advocate (cool, I have a title) I am summoned to check-in and instructed as to my duties - essentially entertaining the patient until zero hour and hanging around to take them home. They frown on unaccompanied patients directing their own fates. A heavy responsibility not to be taken lightly. At least until I saw the next patient came in by himself so, so much for that moment of self-importance. I had been previously informed of both my patient's wishes and approved communications upon them possibly achieving a warm nirvana state and to quell curious questions by nosy people. Check and check.
After a long wait (45-60 minutes) while they "prepped" (tortured) the patient I was allowed in to scoff at their hospital dress and be regaled by their description of the indignities performed on their person. I won't go into details, but all procedures are geared to quench any form of rebellion or resistance to the people performing the procedure, Pretty much propriety is sacrificed in the name of efficiency. Something about talking to someone in a backless hospital gown, crazy little slippers lounging on a recliner chair with tubes stuck in them just brings me to a high state of hilarity. I'm sick I know, but at least the patient did not focus on what was to come though I'm sure they thought maybe I should undergo the procedure if only to shut me up.
At one point I remember discussing the shaving that comes with much surgery and our horror that the gentleman directly across from us (no curtain drawn) might be subjected to some type of grooming that would be facing us head on so to speak. That made us laugh so loud I thought they were going to throw us out. But nurses and orderlies in the prep area (yeah just like a kitchen) just said you guys are having a good time.
The delay was so long, they actually closed down the prep area and had to move us to the recovery area. In fairness, there was an emergency that came in who had to go first so the wait was totally understandable. We figured we'd have to quiet down as people were, ahem, recovering but alas the nurses in there were microwaving blueberry muffins and quite jolly and louder than us. Hospitals are like that - no one goes there to sleep. At one point my patient was getting noticeably cold so I went in search of a nurse and stated her lips are blue and before I could get out I need some warmed blankets, she goes "what, she quit breathing?" not terribly concerned. I said no no just cold. See what I mean? They were hilarious, well maybe not to everyone who doesn't feel good, but we enjoyed it.
Finally off our patient went after everyone was gone but our little party. They said an hour and a half so we went in search of food before the cafeteria closed. Yum hospital food-not always recognizable but always bad. I stick to sandwiches & containerized yogurt from the cooler. After a bite and a seat outside until we warmed up-why do hospitals keep the temperature at 20 below - we went back to the waiting room and found everything closed and lights out. UH OH. Found the light switch and an orderly who said "can I help you?" I said waiting on our patient to be done (kitchen talk again) He says oh every one's gone from back there. Ahh another UH OH. We did convince him to check again because see the patient is up there on the computer screen status "having the procedure" so if every one's gone she is apparently wielding the knife herself which should give us a break on the bill.
OK our patient is now outside the door - oh on a bed being pushed by the nurse- and off we go to a room so she can lay still for 2 HOURS. Of course I was up for the challenge and we had another round of hysterical conversation between sips of orange juice which I will tell you is extremely difficult to deliver when someone is laying flat. As she was such a good patient and we were obviously such good caretakers they reluctantly released her to our care and we all celebrated with chocolate shakes and malts the preferred "I've just had a medical procedure" reward.
Friday, July 1, 2016
Nature Nurtures
It's raining. Those two words are followed by the distinct sound of frantic plants making noisy sucking sounds. You think I am kidding? I distinctly heard leaves unfurling, bird bath splashing and blades of grass going ahhh, which when they do it all together, sounds rather delightful. It has been many weeks of beautiful, sunny and extremely dry weather. Some grasshopper-mentality greenery greedily drank and spilled in their moment of over-abundance. Silly plants don't know most rain this summer has been stingy and short-lived. The wiser ones sip and store, sip and store. They know the promise of further life-giving sustenance may become stingy once more.
I never realized how much I would welcome the sound of a strong steady rain until I looked at the copper colored lawn and some shriveled plants. Although some plants are bursting at their proverbial seams. Hostas for some reason are becoming gigantic, though no flower buds yet. The day lilies are spilling over with eager yellow heads. Weeds for some reason seem to savor the dryness with subdued chuckles at the fate of their weaker more cultivated cousins who require so much more to survive. Rather a metaphor for people I suppose. The have-nots know how to get by with much less through necessity and are not easily thrown by life's dispassionate division of the spoils.
Yes, it's raining. Rejoice and refresh in the moment, but save a little for leaner times my friends.
I never realized how much I would welcome the sound of a strong steady rain until I looked at the copper colored lawn and some shriveled plants. Although some plants are bursting at their proverbial seams. Hostas for some reason are becoming gigantic, though no flower buds yet. The day lilies are spilling over with eager yellow heads. Weeds for some reason seem to savor the dryness with subdued chuckles at the fate of their weaker more cultivated cousins who require so much more to survive. Rather a metaphor for people I suppose. The have-nots know how to get by with much less through necessity and are not easily thrown by life's dispassionate division of the spoils.
Yes, it's raining. Rejoice and refresh in the moment, but save a little for leaner times my friends.
Monday, June 27, 2016
IT'S A JOE'S LIFE
On the spur of the moment I texted Kristen to see if they wanted to meet somewhere for dinner on Friday. Mostly because the Burt man was fishing all day and I hated to tax him with making dinner after he got back. Yes, I still let him make dinner even though I'm retired. Which usually leads to the same discussion every day, "what do you want for dinner" at about 9:30 in the morning. To which I respond I don't even want to think about it, it's 9:30 in the AM! However, apparently certain preparations need to be made such as marinating, searching new and exciting recipes that I will critique (usually negatively) and, oh I don't know, for things to defrost. As the routine is usually chicken, pork and beef with occasional side forays into other food choices, I don't know why we go through this everyday. Well yes I do. It is to avoid issues later when I decide I don't want to eat what was prepared based on diet, mood and general bitchiness. Whereupon the cook can correctly point out, well you agreed.
Anyway Kristen and Joseph were available so we met at a local eatery. Arriving first, we had a short debate on the little booth or the giant booth that normally seats six customers or one Joseph. He tends to be a mover. Sitting still for any length of time does not seem to be in his repertoire or skill set as 1) he is four, and 2) he is a boy, so obviously we grabbed the larger booth. An experienced Mom, Kristen slid the boy in first and took the outside guardian spot. He is usually bouncy and full of joy and conversation after a hard day at work (preschool) so it is also a good idea to pick a generally noisy spot to eat so he doesn't stand out with loud conversation and giggles.
He loves to engage any and all so those around us are subject to his sparkling personality and happy smile; whether they want to or not. We usually spend our time apologizing and trying to explain that not everyone is here to be entertained. Most are gracious once they realize we are not going to let him get too frisky. My issue is when adults do not corral their equally active children when I am dining. Yes, your kids are cute, etc., but I don't appreciate them hanging over my booth or throwing food in my hair. Yeah, bah humbug. Guess what unless they're yours, they're not that cute.
Joseph does like to do his own ordering which is usually pre-suggested, and thus pre-approved by Mom. Usually does get a smile out of the servers who for the most part do their best to respond directly to him much to his delight. After ordering a perfectly acceptable meal and receiving basically a similar version of McDonald's chicken nuggets & fries though of a healthier version, he promptly turns his nose up and requests to be taken to "Old McDonald's" as he calls it.
After dinner he wanted to go to Nana/Grandpa house. He knows there are frozen Otter pops there. Mom agrees for "just an hour". He immediately opens the freezer & discovers Nana's fancy expensive fruit and veggie frozen popsicles and promptly states his preference for those. Great and here we are with literally dozens of the cheap ones! He sits in the kitchen eating his popsicle as no food is allowed in the newly redone living room and continues to regale us with his day and dripping popsicle juice everywhere. Afterward we settle in to watch a movie and he acts all calm and sleepy. When Mom is ready to leave, he clamors to stay. I offer to take him for the evening-it's already 7:30-8:00 and he's close to bedtime anyway and we have p-jays here. All is calm.
However within minutes of Mom leaving, Joseph wants to go outside. Soon I am posting a picture of Grandpa and Joe out watering the tomatoes. Mom posts back "well that didn't take very long". Never let them get a second wind I guess is the lesson there. Then he spends a few minutes exchanging stones through the fence with the neighbor boy until both sides are hollering to the boys it's time to come in.
It's good to be Joe.
Anyway Kristen and Joseph were available so we met at a local eatery. Arriving first, we had a short debate on the little booth or the giant booth that normally seats six customers or one Joseph. He tends to be a mover. Sitting still for any length of time does not seem to be in his repertoire or skill set as 1) he is four, and 2) he is a boy, so obviously we grabbed the larger booth. An experienced Mom, Kristen slid the boy in first and took the outside guardian spot. He is usually bouncy and full of joy and conversation after a hard day at work (preschool) so it is also a good idea to pick a generally noisy spot to eat so he doesn't stand out with loud conversation and giggles.
He loves to engage any and all so those around us are subject to his sparkling personality and happy smile; whether they want to or not. We usually spend our time apologizing and trying to explain that not everyone is here to be entertained. Most are gracious once they realize we are not going to let him get too frisky. My issue is when adults do not corral their equally active children when I am dining. Yes, your kids are cute, etc., but I don't appreciate them hanging over my booth or throwing food in my hair. Yeah, bah humbug. Guess what unless they're yours, they're not that cute.
Joseph does like to do his own ordering which is usually pre-suggested, and thus pre-approved by Mom. Usually does get a smile out of the servers who for the most part do their best to respond directly to him much to his delight. After ordering a perfectly acceptable meal and receiving basically a similar version of McDonald's chicken nuggets & fries though of a healthier version, he promptly turns his nose up and requests to be taken to "Old McDonald's" as he calls it.
After dinner he wanted to go to Nana/Grandpa house. He knows there are frozen Otter pops there. Mom agrees for "just an hour". He immediately opens the freezer & discovers Nana's fancy expensive fruit and veggie frozen popsicles and promptly states his preference for those. Great and here we are with literally dozens of the cheap ones! He sits in the kitchen eating his popsicle as no food is allowed in the newly redone living room and continues to regale us with his day and dripping popsicle juice everywhere. Afterward we settle in to watch a movie and he acts all calm and sleepy. When Mom is ready to leave, he clamors to stay. I offer to take him for the evening-it's already 7:30-8:00 and he's close to bedtime anyway and we have p-jays here. All is calm.
However within minutes of Mom leaving, Joseph wants to go outside. Soon I am posting a picture of Grandpa and Joe out watering the tomatoes. Mom posts back "well that didn't take very long". Never let them get a second wind I guess is the lesson there. Then he spends a few minutes exchanging stones through the fence with the neighbor boy until both sides are hollering to the boys it's time to come in.
It's good to be Joe.
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