Thursday, February 27, 2020

Looking Back: February 27, 1973

     Dr. Allen Price sewed his head back together. He was 28 months old and weighed 27 lbs. His doctor said the force of  the dog bite elsewhere on his body would probably have been fatal. We were so happy to have him home in one piece. His Nana, knowing that he'd had a severe head injury, with the dog's teeth piercing into his skull, was worried that he might have suffered some lasting damage. She had prayed and lit candles, a shrine on the old buffet in the middle room.     
       She knew her prayers had been answered when, about 4 days later on our way home from the hospital, we stopped at  her house and the first thing he said was, "Nana, Did you get your mail?"  That was our errand that morning, as usual, to get her mail. The last he knew, the mail had been strewn all over the post office steps in our mad rush to get inside for help. Gloria Jensen did a wonderful job of calling the rescue squad, and Dave, and applying a whole box of tissues to David's head, after reassuring me his eye was still there.  Joyce Bills drove Marilyn to Nana's: afterward, she would say she thought Marilyn was at least 6 years old because  of the clarity of her directions. Somebody else moved my car, the Super Sport Convertible. I rode in the ambulance with David, who was remarkably calm and composed. I remember the driver was Bruce Daigle. Dr. Grattan was caring and helpful, and immediately spra
ng into action and took control of the situation.

Saturday, February 22, 2020

There are limits...

I never thought I'd hear Anderson Cooper use the bull#*it term. 

Well, March 9 is her birthday.




Friday, February 21, 2020

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Just sayin'

   If I were in the business of hiring employees, I would mandate that they clear their FaceBook accounts, especially if they are to be in public service jobs, and most especially if they are to be in the health care field.

The Measure of Life

    I now measure out my life in garbage cans.
   For coffee spoons don't stir my cup of tea.
    It's true  the truck arrives each Thursday morn.
   So  know to place cans to curb the night before.

   I grow old. I grow old.
   All  days the same, ending  with a dying fall.
   But, no, that is not what I meant to say at all.
   For on Wednesdays, after tea and winter's ices,
   I find the strength to face the crisis.

   The eaten peach alone suffices to employ
   The pair of ragged claws I need
   To scuttle down the driveway floor, where
   Twin garbage cans,that placed deftly as I'm able,
   Loom like patients etherized upon the table.

   Let us go then, you and I.
 

Monday, February 17, 2020

My Valentine


Last Sunday during our visit, he asked if we had $5.00. Turns out, he asked Ingrid to buy a valentine. In all these years, he's never missed a card occasion.

Really??


Sunday, February 16, 2020

That's the Ticket

I have my presidential slate selected:  President and Vice President

Waterford Mansion

  The one with the wraparound porch. I've driven by it so many times and it's now listed as rental on Fb, so I took the picture tour of all the rooms.  For $3500 you could live in beauty for  month.

The Unheard Of...!!!!!

 I got a call today from someone asking my opinion---and actually listening to my response. My answer to his question was exactly 3 words. The call was from the Bloomberg Campaign, and you can fill in the blanks as to the question asked and my 3-word answer.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Contemplating Bo-Jack Horseman

"Everybody always gives me everything I want. It's an existentialist threat."  Or something like that...

Friday, February 14, 2020

Fashion Alert

     Leggings for the elderly------OMG.

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Leap Year Birthday

    In conversation last night a caretaker mentioned that one of her clients is a man  104 years of age.  His birthday is February 29. I asked her what food he ate. She said every night he had a BOILED potato, a piece of meat and some vegetable. Followed by a single shot of bourbon.  He used some obscure spice which she had difficulty finding for him-----Tajin maybe.

Diploma



Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Dreams---of Dahlias and Baltimore

    Last week I  called a friend I hadn't seen in a while to tell her of a dream I'd had the night before:  we were each planting dahlia bulbs in our yards.  There wasn't much more to be said about that, other than the hope for an early spring.
   But she told me that she'd dreamed that same night that she and I were traveling to Baltimore. That was a much more interesting dream, possibly a memory of a past trip, or the hope for a return trip in the future.
    She and I traveled to Baltimore one spring day in 2102, almost eight years ago now. Danny had set us up with Amtrak tickets. Since I was still walking around then on my original knees, he thought to add the handicapped notation to our train tickets.
     And so we traveled in luxury, according to my standards anyway. We were seated in a reserved waiting room prior to boarding, and when our train arrived, we were escorted to seating before the regular ticket-holders got on board. The porters even carried and stowed our bags. That was a boon to both of us, especially since we had to change trains in NYC, and the same courtesies were extended to us.
     I've ridden on Amtrak other times  when the number of passengers outnumbered the number of seats available. On one trip, I sat on the floor, near the baggage area, and Dave pretty much occupied a seat in the bar car--- a smoky room, as I recall. And even if there were "available" seats, many passengers tend to spread out, with their belongings and body parts occupying the seats beside them. It may be that the porters should advise the seat hogs to let someone in, but mostly, they tell the unseated to figure it out themselves. So we travelers were pleased. When we arrived in Baltimore, the attendants asked if we needed a wheelchair or other help disembarking. We were fine without that, though we allowed them to tote our luggage for us.
     Danny picked us up in his car at the Baltimore station and drove us to his house on West 30th Street. He turned the entire house over to us during our stay, and he spent that time at his friend's house, just around the block.  We even enjoyed the company of his cat.
  The reason for this trip was that I was seeking a second medical opinion for an eye condition which my home ophthalmology office had prescribed treatment for. I was skeptical of the diagnosis. I decided why not seek the opinion of one of the best doctors in the country. The next day, Danny dropped us off at the Wilmer Eye Institute at  Johns Hopkins Hospital, one of the most impressive and efficient health care facilities I've ever experienced. As as added plus, the renowned doctor there issued an opinion in accord with my own,  to not follow the course of treatment from my home eyecare office.
     The rest of the visit went just as smoothly. We ate at a famed seafood restaurant, much to the delight of my friend.  We had pizza delivered to "our" home, and enjoyed the company of our homeowner/chauffeur/ tour guide and his friend, later to become his wife.
  I can't remember all we did, though I recall we walked through the Fells Point District and ate lunch there.
      Our return trip went just as smoothly, ending with M. picking us up*where she dropped us off, at the Rensselaer station.
My friend, in her recent dream of Baltimore, must have stored this rather prosaic little trip somewhere in the recesses of memory.  Nothing much really happened, but the memory is  a pleasant one.
      * Possibly Marilyn or Dave., or either or both.I can't remember who did the drop-off and pick-up
 
 

Monday, February 10, 2020

Days of Infamy----

February 21, 2018     Denial----of the repeat sort
February 26, 2018     Confirmed Denial------kinda like don't bother us

Saturday, February 8, 2020

Pet Peeves (Well, a few of them

  During my years in Sara's store. business was often slow, and I loved to read and so spent a lot of time reading: Magazines (some), Comic books (also some), and always the daily newspapers, the ones my father would have disparaged as "rags."  Those were THE DAILY NEWS and THE MIRROR. They had the sensational headlines and the seamy and sexy side of the stories of the day. They also had short featured articles which I diligently read. I forget which newspaper carried which article, but they were titled, "Embarrassing Moments," "The Urge to Kill," and "Pet Peeves."
        I was too young then to have any such moments, urges, or peeves, but they did appear as the years advanced, and the least harmful or dangerous of the three would seem to be pet peeves, rather benign little annoyances, as recounted in those long ago articles. So here are a few, now that I've lived long enough to qualify as being peeved.
     * I dislike the way today's writers often express emphasis by abusing the use and placement of the period.
               I told her to Stop. It. This. Instant.
               Do. Not . Go. There.
     * I have nothing against the words "ahead of" but why have so many writers for the media and print abandoned the word "before."
              "The moderator will hold a brief meeting AHEAD OF the session."
               " Tune in to the station AHEAD OF  the regularly scheduled program."
               Reuters:  Barr: U.S. scrutinizing information AHEAD OF 2020 election.
       This word-construction appears to have become common only in the last year or so, but has rapidly become prevalent. Pay attention. You're sure to hear or read it in the next 24 hours.  See  Oceania's Newspeak in "1984."
So:
 "Pride goeth ahead of a fall."  "Age ahead of beauty"   "The calm ahead of the  storm"  "Two Years Ahead of the Mast"  (No, that can't happen.)
   * I realize the Venn Diagram has its place but, please, do not use to teach paragraph development. And yes, I've see it done
  *  I really don't like the word "algorithm" used in any context, but that's just me.
***And also, the theme music from the Sunday show,"America's Heartland" makes me feel slightly sick in an unspecified way.
****The use of the word "twin" to describe resemblances in people. e.g. "Your five-year-old daughter is your twin."

Friday, February 7, 2020

Epiphany? Matter of perspective?

   Could it be, looking at the poor wretch, and exercising hindsight, that beautiful young women must conclude, "How could I have---it must have been rape."

Sunday, February 2, 2020

A Better Life---Financially anyway

   The single mother lives in a poor section of town, with too many children, no prospects and little hope. They barely scrape by, even on government assistance.
   When the oldest son returns home one day with a brand new cell phone, his mother asks no questions though she knew he could not have legally afforded to buy such a pricey item. Encouraged by her silence, the son continues to bring home costly items.  And cash, and things for the household. His mother does not question how he got the stuff.
     All she knows, or cares to know, is that, as far as she is concerned, the economy has improved.