Temperatures … D*mn Annoyance … (Old Folks’ Home)

      Special 9

The “outside world” has a state called “temperature” which often is a unique consideration in the old folks’ home.  A guideline exists which says that when the world around has temperatures above a certain number of degrees, that’s bad for health, etc.  Old folks are more susceptible to such a thing, so individual HVACs are great to have in a place. 

Okay, so with individual heating, ventilation and air, one sets whatever temperature is best.  Keeping that, however, can be a pain.  It has to vary some, of course.  The thing that causes a problem is when what’s outside shoots both a little over and a little under that, based on whether it’s day or night.  Cold mornings aren’t a really good thing. 

While a little above and below should be ideal, all hinges with how long it’s above or below.  Bottom line here, when it’s sort of ideal, it is necessary to find something like hourly forecasts that are fairly reliable to find out just how long, then remember to poke in heat or leave it at air conditioning before bedtime.  That can be a daily chore. 

In the winter, the heat stays on all the time.  The summer nice time is the problem, as if there is a heat wave it is the air conditioning that stays on all the time.  (Weather currently is lovely considering it’s August, and it is not really right to be bitching about it.  But, it’s tricky to get the mobility scooter in the corner for the buttons.) 

One can always find something to gripe over. Wilted rose 

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Old Folks’ Home … August?

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If the day begins at sunset, it’s August for those looking here even a few of hours after publication.  (If it’s “the day begins at dawn” it is several more hours, but at least one tradition holds that the day begins at sunset.)  Point being made here:  at the place underfoot, there’s been the sudden realization that the year 2017 is over half over. 

The apartment building is “unsettled.”  Indeed it has been unsettled for much of 2017.  (That may be why there hasn’t been much notice of months passing into history.)  Regular states of “unsettled” happen just due to daily matters.  A thing like the mail delivery usually causes a to-do.  Much more than that has upset matters, such as staff changes. 

Whether it is the move in/move out (two new people just on the floor underfoot) or unexpected weather temperatures as has happened, older folks have enough trouble with keeping track of things without “unsettlements.”  The lack of some real notice of the fact that the year is over half over is reason for a little meditation about the matter of 2017. 

To a young person, “2017” is just a number attached to the year.  He/she may have serious hopes for 2018.  Old people could very well have no expectations for 2018 beyond vague thoughts about continued existence.  The former’s aware of passing days with a future in mind.  The latter’s not sure of what day it is.  (And, maybe more on this next week.) 

Viewpoint means a lot. Snail 

Montgomery County Fair – End Of An Era

     Special 21

Since food’s essential to life, by definition agricultural “fairs” are important events.  Improvements resulting from those competitions are meaningful.  Fairs, however, aren’t big everywhere.  Possibly the best place for such would be mid-sized cities surrounded by rural areas.  Regionally, a farmer doesn’t have much market if a whole area’s rural. 

It made sense to set fairgrounds near towns.  In time some places, such as Dayton, Ohio, towns grew around fair sites until the fairgrounds were almost in the downtown area, an ever-present concrete reminder of life’s fundamentals.  It was easy to go to the fair, and it was a big fair bringing some people from more distant areas to the competitions. 

For some, for many decades, Labor Day weekend was a county fair time in Dayton (Montgomery county).  And, it was also the second competition for some after a more localized one where they lived.  After 165 years the land will have some other uses, like education and medicine, and the fair will be at the outskirts of town again, a loss to city folks. 

The last fair near downtown was held already, although the holiday is nearly two months away.  And those people going downtown to the fair for decades will be gone as well soon enough.  Once that happens it will decidedly be the end of that era in that area, a world of the past beyond even the memories of the people.  Maybe it will be a better time. 

Cemeteries and books have many old tales. School 

July 4, 2017 – Independence Day, 2017

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“Someone” noticed that over time there was or seemed to be repeated developments of natural order activity in worldly existence.  He/she counted up the number of sun rises (sun sets) to point “x” where it all started over.  He/she/they called it a year or some such thing.  And, the sun risings were days with number identity.  July 4 exists annually. 

July 4 means nothing special to millions of people.  It is just a day, maybe very cold, maybe very hot.  It does have meaning for some, especially North Americans in the United States as it’s the day the nation began.  Maybe all wasn’t good with that.  Maybe all isn’t good now.  But, few would ask for a better country to call home and a place to be. 

Many people, often young men, have died with the intent of insuring that the nation continued to exist.  More will be likely to die at some time ahead with the same idea.  That should be especially recalled on all national holidays.  A little remembering at other times as well is within reason but the holidays are meant to bring such things to mind. 

July 4th is properly called “Independence Day,” but a good many people (including business advertising) just say July 4th all of the time.  That is good enough.  Everyone knows what is meant.  There are other nations with “Independence Day” in their histories, but they are not the same in many cases.  Those may have interest in more proper wordings. 

A wonderful Fourth of July to all U.S. folks!Birthday cake 

Editorial Gripe — Today’s Aviation, ATI Note

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This little space was never meant to be a bunch of endless rambling of personal opinion, but a comment (now and then) should be okay.  This was meant to be a place where people found informative and interesting stuff about a few things around the immediate area of the “author.”  Personal stuff now limits physical roaming but the principle is valid. 

The humble (?) city of Dayton, the birthplace of aviation, the “place” of Aviation Trail and a sometimes reference in this little place, tries to have an annual air show.  That may not be the biggest or the finest in the country (or in the world), but it could be considered a very special show even if it is at the “barely a port” municipal airport. 

The Dayton air show should be nearly perfect.  This year’s show was again marred by an accident.  Luckily, no one was killed, but it was a “Thunderbirds’ accident” and canceled two days of that headline act.  It’s not guaranteed that a show will include either the Navy’s Blue Angels or the Air Force Thunderbirds with precision flight demonstration. 

While accidents can happen anywhere, in some places it’s a foregone conclusion having an accident there’s worse.  The Dayton air show is one such place as it can be expected to have more knowledge about such things, and the same is the case for precision teams.  The gift of flight was given to humanity and it needs the utmost respect from everyone. 

Reaching the stars was once only a dream. Airplane 

Old Folks’ Home “Views” … (Why ATI)

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The place underfoot supposedly has a “view” (something the residents are supposed to enjoy seeing).  If one stands in front of the place, straight ahead is the top parts of the string of old houses across the street.  To the right some more houses sit with backside there for viewing.  They are not “lovely homes” although not what’s classed “trashy.” 

Then there’s the side to the left.  (That’s supposed to be the view.)  It’s a fairly big river that is always a muddy brown with ripples that show that it’s flowing.  In what’s sort of the left front corner of the view is a bridge that the government plans to tear down, and it does look rather beat up.  There’s constant traffic, often trucks, on it. 

Due left (across the river) there’s a coal yard (a barge’s usually there, too) and often a freight train goes snaking past the area a bit more distant.  It’s all to be ignored, since what one is supposed to enjoy is the side of a ridge that’s to the right and covered with (distant) trees and a shiny skyline (above the left) that is Cincinnati, Ohio.

While some of this has been said before now, it merits the repeat to explain that nothing in sight suggests uplifting viewing nor what some call worthwhile activities.  Elderly means still alive, and while some are happy to just exist, life isn’t much without doing something worthwhile.  Enter some kind of volunteering (like support Aviation Trail). 

Seems like life should have a purpose.Coffee cup 

Memorial Day … And ATI

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In a week it’s Memorial Day.  The point is to remember the people who died defending the nation.  Presumably none did that because they really couldn’t find anything else to do had they really tried.  Family, friends, unknowns and even enemies benefited.  It’s only fitting that there’s a pause annually (at least) to recall and honor what they did. 

By extension others, too, are often remembered.  Perhaps a person never wore a uniform and only supported a community with a few minor things, but that, too, is of value to the common good.  It really isn’t disrespectful to also recall briefly all who have died who have somehow made a positive contribution to the rest of humanity even if a little. 

Anyone who ever lived with the air force nearby and easily overhead knows the sense of safety that surely exists on a battlefield if an air power is there.  So, perhaps it is a fitting time for adding just a note to remember the Wright Brothers who found the means for there to be air power; it exists for good in different branches of the military. 

The little bicycle shop in western Dayton (like the one in Michigan) is there and maintained for all to appreciate at some time that extra-ordinary simplicity from which flight developed.  The whole notion is still awe-inspiring if one really thinks about it.  The whole “trail” has value to an individual trying to put things into some perspective. 

A peaceful and happy Memorial Day to all.Coffee cup