Old Folks’ Home, Continued….

Life in the old folks’ home (senior retirement community) tends to be rather unique.  Some of the residents think they’re just like everyone in the outside world, and they’re not.  They may have a contraption (cane, walker, hearing aid, whatever) whereby they supposedly can act like people in the outside world, but it doesn’t quite work that way.  Even a cane is an extra thing to deal with while doing something like opening a door.

One of the biggest annoyances in such places is the line-up at the elevators.  No walker, wheelchair, scooter or the like is going to take up the space of just one person.  Even if there’s no more than a half dozen of them (and there’s plenty more than that in the place underfoot), those without any such thing often don’t know how to accommodate those with them.  People can’t just pile in as able-bodied persons do in commercial buildings.

One big “trouble” is that the outside world moves much faster.  That might be nice at the grocery store check out, but it’s a different story on the telephone, especially if the telephone doesn’t work very well.  After a leisurely breakfast (say at 9:30 a.m.) one calls a business office only to have the person called rather unintelligibly rattle off something partly since he/she is trying to get something done before escaping the office for lunch.

The odds are excellent that going about ordinary things, like doing the laundry (some folks try it around 10:00 p.m. out of necessity) or having a meeting of some sort, is going to be charged with unexpected and confused “people interruptions” rather than anything like some mechanical failure, although those also happen.  And, if the fire department’s emergency squad’s standing in the way in a hall, it should be expected.

Sometimes one can’t count on peace.  😦


Old Folks’ Home Medical Matters

Trip and skin a knee or touch a hot pan wrong and, after a moment of painful shock, it’s usually realized things can be back to normal soon, especially given some medicating to help healing.  There may be a scar left, but soon enough life goes on as before.  Pick up a “bug” somewhere, figure out there is or must be one and maybe head for a doctor’s office for a prescription to help overwhelm it.  Such things are usually medically easily surmountable.

Young and old alike can also meet only partly surmountable medical situations, such as being seriously injured in an automobile accident.  And, of course, there are such things as birth defects.  For such, everyday living may have to be adjusted to approximate the norm — even using false teeth or eye glasses are only a try at approximating the norm.  Approximations can help life go on, but they aren’t likely to make living anywhere near the norm.

Lastly there are “conditions” that are rather exclusive, like the old age deterioration of a being, human and other.  Things and people wear out.  Some patching can often be done, but what’s worn out is never going to be new again and it’s only a matter of time before it’s all gone.  That’s the people in the old folks’ home, and the unique medical concerns that go with it.  People expect to die, if not there exactly, in hospitals, nursing homes, etc.

Medical “events,” such as blood pressure checks and lectures about helpful equipment for sale, are common in “elderly” places.  Death does happen; the people are more likely to die there than under ordinary circumstances.  It’s not as common as some places, but it is a part of life at such places more so than in the world beyond them. Medical conditions that will end in death are more likely to be a part of the everyday living and needs.

Tomorrow doesn’t come for everyone.  😦

Thanksgiving Time … (Old Folk’s Home)

A suitable thing here would be a picture of a harvest feast and eloquent thoughts about such matters; but, as has been noted, getting pictures in place is a rather complicated accomplishment.  Eloquent thoughts aren’t too easy to come by, either.  The pictures are available, including one of a Pilgrim Thanksgiving and crop displays; thoughts might also be found. However….

As some folks might be interested in holiday thoughts at an old folks’ home (aka senior retirement community), what’s here are some pertinent thoughts.  These are applicable to other holidays as well, such as Christmas; but, that’s not a holiday for everyone.  Up in Dayton (Ohio) a feast meant for all comers was first established decades ago by a well-to-do Jewish merchant.

In some places a gathering of residents is not too important.  Able-bodied people go to chosen places.  If the places have people who don’t get around well, a festive gathering can make life a little nicer.  The term “senior retirement community” offers a clue as to what’s at hand but not always.  The place underfoot is called that but dinners are big deals, especially holiday.

The real places for special dinners to be arranged are places like battlefronts, nursing homes, homeless shelters and perhaps some jails.  Setting one up in a church is not a bad idea, but it doesn’t really suit universal holidays (like Thanksgiving), nor does it do anything for people who have slipped from the mainstream ideas of society, the best reason for having one.

May everyone have a good Thanksgiving. 🙂

Flashing Red Lights (At The Old Folks’ Home)

Flashing red lights outside normally belong to the fire department or police department.  If the apartment building’s fire alarms have been yowling, the fire department is present for a fire.  Otherwise, it’s some other emergency.  Whatever that is, there’s nothing one can do about it.  It’s happened.  It’s been found.  Someone has called for professional help.  Staying out of the way of any activity is the most useful thing one can do.

Staying out of the way is especially sensible if what’s outside is the police department.  If the police are there, it should be for some criminal reason, but that might be any criminal reason, including something that might be a danger to the public in general.  Especially if there’s no suspicion about why the police might be present, it makes sense to wait a while (maybe even behind a wall) to see if anyone legitimate comes by for some reason.

Some places rarely have an array of the red lights.  The place underfoot gets them on an average of at least once a week.  Most often it’s the fire department coming for a medical emergency.  (The police show up maybe every couple of months, the coroner about once a year.)  Sometimes they take someone out on a stretcher, but quite often that’s not done.  Whatever the emergency, it’s handled right there.  Ambulances cost about $800.

Point one here is that at an old folks’ home the fire department shouldn’t be unexpected, especially if it has many units in the place (in the place underfoot over 150).  Gawking is not only pointless, it’s a waste of time since they come so often.  What isn’t pointless is determining who was in trouble and perhaps sending a get well card at the minimum or lending a helping hand subsequently as might be needed.  That’s neighborly and cheery.

Positive thoughts can keep someone alive. 🙂

Time Change Again

People handle the time change in different ways.  Some adjust everything.  Some adjust as little as possible.  Some like the idea.  Some grin and bear it.  Some bear it without much grin because they must.  Some have no experience of times without it.  Some spent a lot of life without it and pick what they prefer based on experience.  It’s a social mess.

One thing some folks often don’t consciously realize (although they may sense it) is that clock time isn’t sun time except in some very narrow bands.  That is, “high noon” (i.e., 12.00 p.m. give or take a few seconds) should be when the sun is directly overhead.  It’s a number of minutes different from that as one gets closer to the edge of the time zones.

Living beings (humans included) react to the natural environment.  If being in or out of the sunlight is important, clock time can be a hindrance.  On the other hand, in some cases even sunrise and sunset don’t matter much, never mind exact “high noon.”  At least two religions base some activities on “natural” or sun time.  It won’t be forgotten.

The first morning into Standard Time (in this case, yesterday) is always a joy regardless of the weather (in this case, overcast with heavy storms promised), personal problems (in this case, health), etc., as the pressures of life aren’t as immediate.  Joy can even be there for a day or two more.  Maybe that effect can be of value to existence in the end.

At times it’s hard to find the bright side. 😦

Dear Readers….

Thank you for stopping by. Readers are the reason for all this stuff. The whole point is to offer things, possibly information, maybe a bit of entertainment or just whatever to or for anyone who might be interested in a line of thought or even some everyday living in this given little place on earth (or some recollections of a couple of other places).

There is much around to discuss, from the autumn-like weather that has happened hereabouts and the holiday today to the Aviation Trail news that has arrived but has yet to be read. Things are happening at the old folks’ home, too, and the world beyond.  (The world beyond can’t get too much space as that tends to become editorializing.)

The situation in this little part of the world has improved some, but with a whole slew of newish and revamped equipment it’s slow going. Learning to use new things (or even adjusted things) take a while. Be assured, it’s being worked on….  Unfortunately, some medical concerns also came into the picture to make things even slower.

Personal stuff has interfered with ordinary essay offerings.  Not only was there a need to head for the hospital emergency room recently (and home care nursing and the like is still in play — indeed, still being organized) ordinary services like food have been disrupted for reasons like people quitting and the holiday.  The medical may take time.

May your week be good.


Vitamin E? … A Tribute, Legacy, Memory….


Her legal name was Marceile, but she was called Sally, she once said.  The relationship probably started out with her husband using his “after office hours” sign painting skill for parental needs.  In short, it wasn’t direct initially, just relative and relative.  That lasted some years and of course extended beyond business since it be after hours. 

Being in the same church and somewhat shopping in the same shops contributed to the development of things, as did the living in the same general neighborhood for decades.  What really got things going was years later after both husband and one parent had died.  That was mutual employment in an office where the two jobs were an aisle from each other. 

While the job arrangement didn’t really last long, she was good enough to stay loosely in touch and at critical times was around for at least some good advice.  Amid the advice (and other bits of help) was an insistence on the value of vitamin E, without really saying what it was.  Another was bottled water (city’s was amid the best in the country). 

Sally died many years ago.  The bottled drinking water had reason for use soon after the insistence, as a factory was in a fire and chemicals leaked into the aquifer.  Water in the apartment building is full of crud.  Distilled water’s what’s used.  A bottle of vitamin E sits on a shelf.  It’s breakfast “enhancement” for whatever that might provide. 

Lives of others can be helped in many ways. Plate