Thursday, August 14, 2014
we live longer nowadays. will soon live even longer. thus these types of elder conditions will soon become the norm.
Parkinson's. diabetes. senility in one form or another. strokes.
his struggles are, or will be *OUR* struggles as each of us lives to be 70 to 110 years old! cannot hear very well, cannot see very well, cannot walk around: there are people in my senior home like this and many of these people might have 10 to 30 years of life ahead of them yet.
your Second career Awaits: Medical management! go to doctor three to four times a week. 10 to 20 pills a day, complete with side affects and Forbidden foods. half the people in my building take anti-depressants and or sleeping pills!
so Williams is Us, and Us-to-be!
they have a problem, I read, in St Petersburg, Florida. seniors seem to fall off of high rise rooftops! somehow they get up there and *just fall off* the edge of the roof to the concrete parking lot 10 floors down!
you got to have a carrot on a stick to urge the Mule forwards! got to have something to live for to get you up in the morning. Spirituality, for one. your soul is ageless and can grow and love life even at 90 years old, like of my Aunt in upstate new York!
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
To me, that is a sobering idea, that there are people who actually affect the weather around them! I once had a friend tell me that where ever he moves to, snow will fall, immediately! Yes, I saw this in action, in south Texas, no less! He better not have moved to Miami!!
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Thursday, April 17, 2014
Tuesday, April 08, 2014
yes, today at lunch, the lunch director saw a lady get up from her table and go to bathroom, then she saw another lady come over and pick up her food and place it in her walker box.
Later, as this lady always picks up the salt and peppers from the table, she walks all around behind me.
After I cleaned up and everyone is gone, I go back to my hat, on the back table, where I had set a desert on this hat. the desert was gone.
I once read that 30% of all people who grew up in the great depression hoard food under their bed. the Wound is Deep.
the director told me, on another day, that her own mother was like this, she would warp up *every* leftover meal scraps and put them in the refrigerator to Save. One the night before a two weeks trip to a distant relative, after the chicken dinner she saw mom getting ready to save up every scrap.
"Honey: we are going away for two weeks, it will spoil badly and stink up the fridge, do not do this, just toss it out.".
her reply, with Great emotion, "but I *HAVE* to do this"!
she did, every bit was saved.
I guess when you raise 5 kids, in the Great 30s depression followed by war rationings, you have this hoarding instinct go right down to the Bone.
when you get older and a bit senile, ....
this might be all that remains!
for her, the food stealer, or the Mother, to change, might be near impossible. the apartment and house might be littered with rotting food but any changes; not to save, are seen as deeply irrational, as one might need this stored food soon!
wanna know how this goes? well have you ever looked in the want ads for a place to rent? finally you find your Place after three weeks of daily paper-read. *now*: on the next day, at your new home, taking a break from unpacking, do you go immediately to the want ads? aha! I thought so. betcha you go there for a week too!
and that is a *little* habit-addiction!
--how about 15 to 20 hungry years, with five kids, and you and kids often go to bed a bit hungry.
NOW this Thing has gone down to the quark particle level!
---in the afterlife, you might hoard until a barn is full, for years, until the rest of your soul Gets The News that it is ok not to save!
Tuesday, April 01, 2014
actually very simple: as one gets older one becomes more set in their ways of self-concept. thus the difference between their "I and not-I" becomes more and more evident.
Then anything "not I' becomes threatening to that self-concept of theirs. this makes them hold on to their self even the closer.
I listened, today, at lunch, my three seat-mates go on and on and on, for maybe 30 minutes, about how "so-and-so" does this stupid thing and how someone else is a jerk. I soon found a way to get up and leave.
also, as the times become ever the more "modern", the gap between one's self made up of 1970 stuff, gets more at odds with the modern 2014 stuff around them!
some seniors do a "machine-gun" hold up their index finger and rant at and to God and to the world, if you were to plug this finger into an electric socet it might power the city for an hour or more! other turn this inwards and sulk in Gloom and moroseness.
Friday, March 28, 2014
--the old man who "breaks before he bends", never changes and is in your face for hours, talking at you about his fixed Opinions: you find out he was on the front lines of WW II and his Medals of Honor show that he helped saved civilization for you! you do *NOT* bend or change, confronting the Nazi troops, if you hope to win out!
---the lady who embezzles thousands of $$$ from a charity she works for, "oh how awful"! then you learn she was abused and battered all of her life and after her "evil" ex has left, she has to raise these six kids on a min wage job and they are after her house, her car, even her wages! [to pay off debts] do you wish her to be in prison for 20 years, will *you* take in her kids?!
---the *really* hateful anti-christian person; you learn he was terribly abused by his priest, in school years, then had his marriage ruined by his wife becoming a fundamentalist. religion jammed down his throat all of that time, of childhood. now he is vaccinated against Jesus, for the rest of his life, *real* good!
Every good thing has some badness; every bad thing has a lot of goodness. One must attempt to sort out which is which.
Friday, March 21, 2014
my aunt's photo of my childhood home. one mile north of Interlaken new York. I lived there for 19 years and often stayed there until 1975, when my mother died. someone then bought the house and really really did a good job re-doing the house. I have not been back there since 1998.
this is the kind of countryside where the guy marries the lady next door and lives in the same house for 30 to 60-plus years! my mother and father did. two aunts also lived in their homes for 50 years. Imagine: the same telephone number for 60 years!
the house was built maybe in 1830s. was a stagecoach tavern. It has about 14 to 16 rooms. "greek revival" they call it. then new age added on.