Friday, March 24, 2017

Warmest Regards

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Well, it happened again: Newspaper readers saw for themselves how vastly different we are in our perception of "old age."

A headline in a recent Southwest Florida paper read: "Elderly man injured in motorcycle accident."

The first paragraph of the story told us the "elderly man" was 60 years of age.

I snorted when I saw that, thinking once again that the paper doesn't have a clue about readers' sensitivities.

Of course it would not have been politically correct for me to say anything. I work there as a weekly columnist and I don't want to criticize my colleagues.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Life has a lot of strange twists.

Last week I was writing about nursing home angels.

This week, if all goes according to plan, I'll be a patient in a nursing home.

When nothing I did could stop the pain from a tear of my gluteus medius tendon, I went to see an orthopedic surgeon.

Didn't like what he had to say so I went for a second opinion. Then a third. They all said the same thing: Only surgery would repair it.

"If you wait too long, not even surgery will help because there won't be enough tissue to attach it," said the last surgeon.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

I've never met Ruth Ann but we regard her as part of our family. She is our nursing home angel, the likes of which we seldom see.

When my mother-in-law was 91, she had hip surgery and recovered nicely. But she could no longer drive to the store or do certain tasks at home.

She lives in Danville in a retirement village run by nuns who help residents however they can. A nun told Ruth Ann my mother-in-law needed a bit of help to stay in her home and she stepped in to provide that help.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Finding the right greeting card for someone special is hard.

Have you noticed how today's cards never seem to say what we want to express?

Saturday, January 4, 2014

There's an old classic song that sings:"Two different worlds, We live in two different worlds."

That song played in my mind today when my husband and I were each reading.

He was reading The Wall Street Journal featuring an article on "bathroom suites" in high-end homes. A jetted tub big enough for a party and steam saunas that cost $50,000 were part of the bathroom.

Meanwhile, I was reading the monthly newsletter from my favorite local social outreach group.

It's called St. David's Jubilee Center but I doubt many people who go there even know it by that name.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Decades ago, I loved to watch the TV show, "Mission Impossible."

On occasion, I still use the opening line: "Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is (fill in the blank.)

OK, in this, the start of a new year, I'm doing it again. I'm giving you a mission.

Yes, you.

If you choose to accept it, you can change the world, one small corner at a time.

I need you.

Your friends and family need you.

Your community needs you.

Your country needs you.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

My daughter used a strange word to describe Christmas decorations in Florida.

"It's almost obscene to see Christmas decorations in this heat," she says.

"It's like trying to celebrate Christmas in the summer."

While the rest of the country flocks to Florida at this time of year because of our balmy weather, my daughter insists it can't be Christmas when it feels like a heat wave here.

She thinks it's not Christmas without snow – or at least cold weather.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

OK, here's a confession that I'm not afraid to admit: I need a man.

Oh, stop snickering. It's not what you think.

Thankfully, I have a wonderful husband. I admire him for countless reasons.

Only one of the million reasons is because he's a man who can do everything.

I am so in awe of any man who picks up a hammer and screwdriver and makes magic.

If a kitchen drawer breaks and they no longer manufacture the broken part, David just sighs and goes about making one on his own.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Never say never.

When I read about people standing in line for hours and hours just to be the first ones in a store to scoop up bargains, I always say I would never do that.

I shake my head when I hear about people camping outside a store in the middle of the night so they can be first inside. The prospect of some "hot deals" is enough to change sane people into puppets willing to do the dance merchants dictate.

There is nothing I need or want badly enough to camp outside overnight or to stand in line for hours then push and shove my way inside.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

For decades, reaching for any part of the American dream almost guaranteed a better living standard than the previous generation.

For those willing to work hard and gain the needed education or training, the reward was usually having more than your parents did.

Those days might be over.

At least by anecdotal evidence, many kids today are having a hard time matching what their parents had.

A job that would last?

Not as easy to come by as in previous generations.

A guaranteed pension plan?

Gone with the wind.