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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Her name is Karen and she is a certified nursing assistant at a nursing and rehabilitation center.

No matter what situation she encounters or what nasty task she is called upon to do, she maintains her upbeat, cheerful personality.

I'll tell you right now, I think a competent, cheerful CNA is one of our unsung heroes.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

I have a good friend who is really into astrology. He has spent decades studying it and is a disciple of using astrology to help shape his life.

Now let me say up front that I consider this friend to be intellectually well grounded and one of the most financially astute people I've ever met. I respect his opinion so much that I tend to seriously consider what he says.

He was nice enough to do an in-depth astrological chart for me. That includes a reading of the planets at the time I was born and an analysis of how that shapes my personality and preferences.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

For seven weeks, I counted the days until March 3.

Every night before I fell asleep, I counted how many days I had left until I could get out of prison.

"Prison," in my case, was using a wheelchair and walker and not being able to bend past my waist. That meant if anything fell on the floor, and it often did, I couldn't even pick it up. Nor could I put on my own socks or bedroom slippers.

This fiercely independent person was reduced to someone who needed a lot of help.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

What is it about a little bird that can bring so much joy to us?

The Audubon Society tells us there are approximately six million people who are serious bird watchers. Many plan their vacations just to be able to spot another species of birds.

Our fascination with birds goes back to the beginning of time.

In ancient Rome, an augur was a priest with an important role. He studied birds to determine the will of the gods.

According to folk wisdom through the ages, birds have been said to have a certain power.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Here's a snippet from real life that illustrates changing values.

In New York, a man was robbed by a gunman who demanded his cell phone. The guy handed it to him.

But after the gunman saw it was one of those old slider models from years ago the robber didn't want it. He handed it back to the guy.

My daughter took delight in sending me the article because I had the exact same cell phone. I've had it for a lot of years, much to my family's dismay.

They keep insisting that I "upgrade."

I don't get compelling reasons when I ask why.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Something as small as the gift of a book can considerably brighten someone's day.

I learned that while I was doing a two-week stint at a rehabilitation center.

While some of us were there just to recover from surgery, others are long-term, which probably means for various health reasons, they won't be going home.

When I was outside on the patio with visitors, a long-term female resident was nearby talking with her visiting daughter.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

After an absence of almost three weeks, I am finally home from my stay at the rehab center. I still have another month of inactivity with limited weight bearing allowed as I use a walker and wheelchair.

But I will tell you this: Despite the confinement and physical restrictions, I am surrounded by luxury.

I used to think luxury meant having a big boat waiting at the dock or staying at an incredible villa in Italy.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

My dear friend Jeanne moved on to a new stage of her life that meant buying her own home.

Bubbling with excitement, she took me to see the house as soon as she signed the papers.

When we pulled up to the house, she had tears in her eyes from happiness.

It's a grand new house, complete with soaring cathedral ceilings and a master bathroom her grandson thinks is big enough for a basketball team.

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.