Well, The Earth Has Turned

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It’s already that time of the year when the days start to get shorter.  It seems like it’s been just a few days ago when that wasn’t so.  Well, it was a few days ago when it wasn’t so.  Life and times will continue on what was done (and planted) back then.  At least all but one holidaying event is out of the way for a couple of months now. 

The biggest thing out of the way of this world as a whole of course is stuff on the political scene.  The primaries (including the voting held at the old folks’ home) create sort of a frothy atmosphere on life, and the more of that gone the calmer and clearer life is (or at least seems to be) so cheers with that.  Clear-headedness is good. 

Midwestern summers can have a sort of heat hanging in the air that seems miserable.  Maybe that should be worded as “is miserable.”  It’s especially true close to water like the rivers.  Mix it with automobile traffic, and it’s one of the things that can make someone wish for another spot on earth.  Air conditioning very often saves lives. 

Life on other planets is still speculation, but if people “down under” can adjust to Christmas in July-like weather as a standard, then humans could get along okay with some vastly different conditions.  The question then would run something like “Does someone really want that, especially if what is at hand only lasts for a while?”  Maybe. 

Tomorrow is always a little different.Sun   


Houses Of Sadness

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While there are plenty of more interesting subjects, some activity this past week solidified one more thought about the old folks’ home “retirement community.”  Noted before in various comments, a repeat, many of the people are not in the best of health.  Sick people just because they are sick are not the happiest people on earth.  Some try. 

In the real world, where each person has his or her goals often sought in a sort of frenzy, it’s not rare for those intent to thoughtlessly slam-bang others.  The others are not usually frail souls hanging onto life, so any damages are seldom more than minor.  With the old folks, both any physical or psychological hit can have severe result. 

Now, some (not all) places do encourage cheery activities like seasonal parties, but those do not change underlying factors such as illness and death.  In addition, it’s not unusual for some company selling funeral services, burial insurance or cemetery plots to present their offer to any interested people (maybe with a free chicken dinner). 

Because the people are in “deteriorating status” it isn’t exactly easy to deal with many of them.  It’s easy to get to be a victim, even if one is careful in how one handles everyday things.  It is not wise to exclude possibilities such as a need to move to new digs in a hurry.  That goes as far as stashing enough cash for a stay at a motel. 

The unexpected can sometimes be avoided.Money   

Strangers In Our Midst

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Old folks’ homes are in different forms of construction as some are built to be such and some are re-use conversions, particular purpose buildings and more.  That underfoot was built to be a high-rise of apartments.  On the first floor there are fifteen apartments individually exiting into one long hallway.  The people in them are “the neighbors.” 

Now, generally speaking, when it is “the neighbors” in the old folks’ home it’s folks who aren’t hail and hearty like one might find along a street of owner occupied houses. It might be an old woman with heart trouble or an old man who uses a cane and has cancer hanging onto what life there is still in him.  Everyone on a floor may be disoriented. 

Neighbors on an ordinary street are persons who are likely to be there for some time.  With the old folks, things are more uncertain.  Given the conditions, people do disappear overnight.  In two years at least four (maybe five) of the fifteen apartments were vacated and leased to someone else interested.  The departures were for assorted reasons. 

Getting along adequately is a big deal in itself so to get acquainted takes more than on the street of owner occupied homes. It is possible, but with a 33% turnover it’s always a case of strangers in our midst, which “midst” isn’t very clear as a whole.  Anyone looking at “retirement life” had best expect population shift, reluctance to know well. 

Getting into things can be strange.Left hugRight hug            

Take What Comes

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“You have been given one more day,” the spirit said (that spirit that’s within, or the mind figured it out and just put it that way).  It is a fitting thought for persons in many places including the old folks’ home.  That’s not to be added to so it’s something like, “One more day to have another fling, make a million or change this world.”  

Let’s say the person is in a position where things cannot get better (such as confined to a bed in hospice), but he or she is still alive.  He or she has one more day to see something, feel the touch of a hand, smell flowers around and so forth, but he or she won’t really do anything.  It can be good or bad but one needs to take what comes. 

The principle is practical in everyday life at times.  An ordinary business has to deal with whatever customers are coming through the door.  If that can’t be done, it needs to shut down.  What happens may not be what someone plans out and expects.  It is, however, what someone gets.  The whatever can’t be avoided at times even by the able. 

In the old folks’ home the “outside world” comes along in due time traveling at its own pace, which isn’t like that of the residents.  The difference can be glaring.  Taking what comes can become the order of the day until they are gone.  It can take another day to figure out what’s to be done about it if anything can ever be done about it.    

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