Crossing One of the Last Thresholds….

Posted by Posted in Biographical Scrapbooking, Health Information, News & Current Events Posted on 01-01-2018

Well nothing perhaps outstanding or striking about the building shown above, well at least on the surface anyway, but just a few days ago I opened the door to this exact building shown above and perhaps crossed the threshold into my new future and a potential major change in lifestyle. How’s that you may ask? Well that is one of our local assisted-living facilities named Elmcroft Assisted Living and I was there checking the facility out with my little sister and considering whether it would soon be my new home.

Yep, there is that all too familiar word “home” we often hear spoken of when relating to usolder folk. Seems to take on a little different context when we think of it in light of an assisted-living facility or nursing home. We can all relate I’m sure to the all to familiar comment uttered under the context of humor, “Yea, we had to put poor old grandpa in the home last week.”

It may be simply the “home” to the  discerned onlookers but for those of us who are about to make our beds and take our meals there, it becomes important to us both for our mental well-being and our overall health that we do try to make it our home, a home little different from the one we may have been living in the many years.

The living quarters are quite small but for folks like me with COPD small places with short distances to get from one area to another are a blessing. The building halls, day-rooms and dining areas are quite large so now I have to consider adding a wheel chair into my life and daily existence. You sit in the darkness and ponder all these things and secretly morn these aging turns of events and yet in the light of day you cope. It’s just what you do.

When you live alone you have much to consider and you have family to consider. You have to try and make decisions that don’t make your life a burden on their lives. Love works both ways. So now I sit with my family and we discuss tomorrow and all the changes that will come in the next few weeks.

And regarding the living alone, when you move in to one of these places you are about to inherit a gaggle of roommates. So I assume you best get ready for a kink or two or three in all that quiet time you were so used too.

Mama said there’d be days like this….

Posted by Posted in Biographical Scrapbooking, News & Current Events, Products & Merchandise Posted on 29-12-2017

Well, after giving my little dissertation regarding housekeepers, something mama has warned each and everyone of us about has apparently occurred. Something has all of a sudden turned up missing. And of course it had to be something of meaningful value to my family, not to mention me.

A treasured was stolen from my house which was a wide gold band identical to the one top-left in the adjacent picture with a diamond inlaid belt buckle similar to the one on the lighter gold band to the lower right. The ring was one which I had purchased back in the seventies and had worn as a ‘pinky’ ring for many, many years.

At the time the ring was taken it was in the top-right corner of the top-left drawer of my chest of drawers unfortunately in plain site. I had recently put the ring there with the intention of giving it to my little sister next time she came over. That is, if I remembered to do so.

It was the one thing she had wanted to have and keep as a remembrance of me when I had finally boarded the train for Cemeteryville. I don’t guess much else can really be said about the ring disappearance.

No way to know who took the ring for sure… just speculation. Since March I have had numerous caregivers here in the house along with the housekeepers mentioned in a previous post. And although I don’t think the ring was taken until recently, that’s just the way it goes when you start letting strangers into your house, no matter under what guise they may be. And I bear almost as much fault for leaving such a treasure out in basically plain sight… 🙁

The Housekeeper Experience….

Posted by Posted in Biographical Scrapbooking, Health Information, News & Current Events Posted on 23-12-2017

Well it’s been quite a year in so many ways. Had my first experience with having a housekeeper. I refuse to live in a messy or untidy home so what little I do mess up, I normally immediately clean up. But around the first of this year my limited mobility pretty much alerted me that I should perhaps start thinking about hiring a housekeeper.

So the first thing I did was hire Molly Maids and they came to the house in early March, four of them came, and did a great job of cleaning but boy was it a bit expensive – $340. And then to return every two weeks they wanted $135. Plus… if they were there over two hours they wanted an additional $85 an hour. Well, at those prices it was obvious I was going to have to come up with another plan.

In late March I was seriously considering moving into an assisted living center but finally settled on hiring a caregiver to come in a few hours a day, take care of fixing a couple of meals and taking care of the housekeeping duties. Most of the local caregiver companies charge $20 an hour for their services. So I had part-time caregivers coming in until just a couple of months ago. They didn’t work out so well for me either but that conversation is for another day.

Then a few weeks ago I hired what I guess you would call a freelance housekeeper. She wanted $60 for two hours if she worked every two weeks. She was here twice before I let her go. She only spent about an hour cleaning the house and then wanted her $60. I figured my keeping a clean house had some effect on the speed at which she cleaned but I wasn’t going to pay anyone $60 an hour to clean my house.

And then finally about three weeks ago I ran across a small house cleaning service and was fairly impressed with their business pitch. So they gave me an estimate of $87 for two hours of house cleaning for every two week commitment. I gave them a try and they did an excellent job, It was just one girl but she was a worker. Today was the 2nd week and she was here just a little over an hour instead of the two I expected. She kept on commenting as to how clean my house was, I guess so as to justify her time of one hour (vs) two hours.

As it turns out, my sister and I re-visited the assisted living center we had visited in March again yesterday and I, at this point, am 99% sure I will be relocating there within the next two weeks. And as for this newest housekeeper, well no more two hour’s pay for one hour’s work at my house…. and that goes for any housekeeper! 🙁

Writing To Myself – A Journal Update

Posted by Posted in General Information, Journal & Blog Information Posted on 22-12-2017

Well if you have been here before, particularly recently, you will now note a major change in the layout along with the most notable change having to do with ‘comments’ or should I say the lack of them along with the function of adding any.

My hosting contract along with my domain name were coming up for renewal in a couple of weeks. That coupled with things being somewhat unsettled in my life currently due to some health issues I thought it best I just shut my blog down. I have always been a journal person, more so than a blogger for sure. So I decided to renew my hosting account along with the domain name of course and officially convert my on-line ramblings to a an on-line journal.

I felt it only proper to inform those of you who do visit here from time to time of this major change. I will certainly have more to say on this subject in the days to come which hopefully will make my decision a little clearer, if in fact, given the major changes, you have any interest in returning for a visit… 🙂

If you no longer wish to receive emails when new posts are entered into my journal if you will let me know via the “Contact Me” menu and I will remove you from the auto distribution listing.

The Importance of Zigging (vs) Zagging….

Posted by Posted in Cartoons & Jokes, Humor & Satire, Nature & Wildlife Posted on 19-12-2017

It has always been refreshing to me personally when I read something about a squirrel (aka Tree Rat) zigging when he should have been zagging….

The Christmas Bird….

Posted by Posted in Cartoons & Jokes, Holidays & Special Occasions, Humor & Satire, Nature & Wildlife Posted on 14-12-2017

Ran across this from some years back and thought you might enjoy. At any rate, it is my contribution to this year’s Christmas cheer…. 🙂

Perhaps my last hurrah with a favorite… Dumplings!

Posted by Posted in Biographical Scrapbooking, Family & Friends, Food & Cooking Posted on 29-11-2017

As lack of mobility and the associated incapacity of old age increase in our daily lives, we become more and more acutely aware of that which we may can do today, but surely may not be able to do tomorrow.

I have for the most part over the years enjoyed cooking but for part of this past year have had to hire caretakers to come in and relieve me of most of my cooking duties. Of course as you may well guess, they don’t do it the way you do it so things don’t normally go so well. Especially if you are as picky about food as I am. Currently I have relieved all those supposedly cooking caregivers and have taken my cooking duties back over as best I could.

Yesterday evening was one of those times when I made up my mind I was going to cook myself a pot of dumplings. Now nobody made dumplings like “mama” but over the years I think I came pretty close to developing her style and technique. Given the standing up involved and the time involved it is now these days a fairly difficult meal for me to attempt to cook. But not knowing if it would be my last time or not, I had to have one more pot of “mamas” dumplings.

As it were, they turned out really well as hopefully reflected by the photo below. I’ve lost a little weight so that pot of dumplings may go a long way in resolving that little weight issue.

Anyway, if that indeed turns out to be my last fling in the kitchen with my favorite dumpling dish, well so be it. At least it was a good experience for the most part and satisfied that old anguished saying, “If only I could have done or had this or that just one more time…”

Thanksgiving in America

Posted by Posted in Cartoons & Jokes, Holidays & Special Occasions, Humor & Satire Posted on 23-11-2017

Cajun Blackened Catfish

Posted by Posted in Food & Cooking Posted on 14-11-2017

Unlike a great many bloggers, I seldom post anything about food but I recently added a new entre to my dinner menu. Have always liked blackened fish so I got a hankering for some Cajun Blackened Catfish here recently so I gave it a try.

I have a natural gas grill so I took my cast iron skillet out and placed it on the grill and let it heat up for about 10 minutes. I seasoned my catfish with Evermore Cajun seasoning, melted some butter and poured it over the catfish.

I then took it out to the grill and placed it in the hot cast iron skillet cooking from 3 to 4 minutes on each side. Photo of fish below fresh right off the grill.

Well I have got to tell you, it was quite yummy. Perhaps not a dish for everyone but it was right up this southern boy’s old southern man’s ally.

And I should note that usually cooking blackened fish generates a lot of smoke because your cooking at such a high temperature. That’s why if your able, cooking outside on a grill eliminates that smoke and smell from your house…. 🙂

“DNR Alert”…. Is it for me or the refrigerator?

Posted by Posted in Health Information, Humor & Satire Posted on 30-10-2017

As one gets older and begins to have suspicions that some measure of senility may slowly be creeping into their minds, perhaps in some way that is a blessing and allows them to express themselves in ways not familiar to others around them. As we all know its not unusual for such individuals to express to us concerns we may not quite relate too. Due to recent events in my life I have developed this deadly fear regarding the death of my refrigerator verses my own death.

Although it is quite common in our culture today to litter our refrigerator’s doors with a potpourri of items from pictures of the grand-kids, cartoons, advertisements, coupons to various “To Do” lists, from time to time it becomes incumbent upon us to attach something of some significance or importance to us on our refrigerator doors. I admittedly had a few magnetic ads on my refrigerator’s freezer door but fell sadly short of the quantity I would need to keep pace with the norm found in most homes. Such was the case for me a few months back.

At that time it had become necessary for me to enlist the care of a part-time caregiver who was mainly involved in house cleaning duties and some measure of cooking. In the early stages of this care-giving endeavor I was informed that since my “Living Will” stipulated that I should not be resuscitated due to a cardiac arrest event that I would need to post a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) form in my home visible to the public and particularly to any EMT personnel who might be called to the house should it be necessary for the caregiver to do so in an emergency situation.

Immediately I thought what could be any more appropriate that posting my “Do Not Resuscitate” order on the door of my refrigerator. Who could miss seeing that I wondered? And so it came to past….

A few days later as I passed by the frig and glanced over at the DNR form it all of a sudden occurred to me that perhaps this might cause some confusion in an emergency situation. The “Do Not Resuscitate” seems at this point actually quite apropos for both the frig and me. My concern over this issue arose from a blog post, “Taking It To the Limit One Day At A Time“, which I recalled having written in June of 2014 about my old, reliable refrigerator that I had owned for so long and the fact that it was over 25 years old.

Now of course it is completely silly and outrageous of me to think anyone would think the posted DNR form on the refrigerator door was for anything or anyone but me since I am the only “living” thing in the house. Nevertheless what if I wake up in a hospital one day and they inform me that my refrigerator has been buried. What if one day I come into the kitchen to find my refrigerator no longer running, I faint from the shock, and the EMT crew takes me to the hospital and the refrigerator to the morgue without trying to resuscitate it. In that referenced blog post I basically talked about the age of my dear old reliable refrigerator and surely wondered just how much longer the frig would be with me. So this scenario is not completely out of the range of possibility.

For now, the only solution I can come up with to alleviate my fears is to tape the DNR form to “my” back and remove it from the refrigerator door. My family of course thinks I am being quite silly over the entire thing but they are simply not aware of the true insight you get as you make efforts to master your consuming senility…. 🙂