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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Kay very weak.

 Kay was sitting in the activity room with her head on the table while the others were doing exercises.  I took her for a walk around the hall then decided to do it again.  Although I was not walking very fast she still seemed to be walking faster than she usually does.  So by the time we got to the  most distant from  her room she started saying something that I thought meant she was too tired to go on.  As I could not carry her and there was no Caregiver around all I could was slow up and encourage her to keep going.  So at a very slow pace we finally got to her room where she lay down on the bed for the remainder of the hour.  I got there late. That made me feel terrible of course.  Not too many days ago she managed to go three or four times around the halls. I don't know if this means anything or not.  Maybe she was especially tired today.  I didn't ask anyone if she ate breakfast and lunch.  

Monday, September 1, 2014

No trip today.

 No trip to see Kay today as I forgot to make arrangements for the shuttle.  I have a standing schedule to be picked up every day but on Holidays they cancel the ride.  If I want a ride I have to schedule it for the holiday.  I forgot to do that.  I really hate to miss a day seeing her. I wonder if she misses me?  

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Kay did not eat breakfast.

It was 10 straight up before I got to Kay's place today. She was laying on the bed when I got there.  I sat there for a while then offered her a truffle and part of a banana which she ate. Later t
he caregiver said  she did not eat breakfast. I took her several times around the building in the hall after I had been there a while.  I am watching her very carefully about how she eats.  If she should stop eating then we know the end is near.  That does not seem to be the case just now.  Missing a morning meal may not mean anything out of the norm. She does not seem uncomfortable in any way which could cause her to stop eating. 

Uproar in the dining room

 Uproar in the dining room today.  If everyone showed up to eat at once there would be about 100 people to serve.  To give everyone equal service they have two rows of tables.  One meal they start at one end and the next they start at the other end.   This supposedly gives everyone a equal chance to be served.  unfortunately it does not always run smoothly.  The  aim is to begin serving at 12:00.  But of course problems in food preparation can vary the start time. As everyone can order a variation of the main entry the server must have the record of what goes where.  Today we had a new guy who was both inexperienced and needed to carefully monitor what dish goes where.  Making the dishes up in the kitchen also may be more difficult and slow for him.  As a result getting served can be very slow.  Old timers can ber much faster than the new inexperienced guy.  So it was 1:00 before we at the end were being served.  Many people wont wait and leave to snack at the machine or in their room.  We here at the end table decided to wait and see how long we had to wait.  Unfortunately not necessarily silently.  During this time Alma and the lady across the table got into an argument.  Both can have hair trigger tempers.   Alma should never be questioned about anything she says no matter how innocently.  The other lady can be quick to resent situations that arise.  So D------ ate just a couple bites of her lunch when it arrived then left in a huff over the tiff with Alma.   She has said she just lets these things roll off her but that is easier said than done.  The last person who sat in her chair left because of Alma's vitriol. Me? I just sit there and listen.   This is just an abbreviated recounting of what went on but as I type so slowly I cant tell  all of it.  This place has been here for about 20 years so you would think it had all the kinks ironed out but no way. Just like home.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Nothing new today.

 I had changed my visit time today to 1 pm because there was going to be some sort of celebration or party and I expected to take Kay to see it.  But when I got there she was in her room but in the ladys bed next to her  bed.   I moved her back to her bed then stayed with her a while as I was very tired.  We stayed a while then she got up and we shared my walker and we walked the halls 4 times.  Then out to the patio where we stayed a while then back inside and I found that it was time to return.  The visit was only about an hour.  After getting  back I began to feel better.  I may have been dehydrated because after taking a big drink of water I felt better.  More exciting news tomorrow.  

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Walk, Walk, Walk.

 As the elevator door opened Kay was right in front taking a walk around the hall.  So I fell in alongside and we went three tines around the building.  She was walking very slowly.  I gave her an extra walk because she seemed so slow.  If she participated in the exercises they give this probably would not be necessary.  I try to make up for her lack of exercise with a longer walk.  We spent the remaining time   in her room. Her weight seems to be holding steady which means I suppose that the food is not to her liking.  I think she is getting the same unappetising fare she was getting before I complained about it.       

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The big picture

Kay 2014
Kay 1980 to 90 I guess
 In  spite of the computer crash Tom saved the day by taking a few pictures and the current one is from him.  I don't know how old the older one is and could even be back as far as 1975.  I think she looks pretty good. I just wiped out a whole paragraph somehow. So this will be shorter.  We sat outside on the patio the in her room for the remainder of the stay.    She never says a word but it is obvious she likes being with family.   


Monday, August 25, 2014


 I have removed my post about the make over of Kay because people I care about misread it as a criticism of how my day went.  My disappointment about the makeover was not a criticism of the great effort that Tom and Peg went to to give me and Kay a happy birthday celebration.  So I removed the post.   Tom set up an appointment with a beauty school which was close to where Kay lives to get her made up. Because I needed a haircut I asked for them to give me one while working on Kay.  After that they took us to a fancy restaurant on the waterfront  for dinner.  CJ Shenanagins.  I used Shirleys BD gift to go to the tab.  Because Kay is so weak Tom moves her in a wheel chair. Peggy brought a tray of cupcakes for me to give to the people at my table.  As there were more than 3 I gave the extra to the  people next to us because it didn't see right to not do that.  They all thought it was great.  i thought it must have made an impression on Kay because when we got her home  she insisted in sharing my walker when we went in.  She had been in the wheel chair all day.  Because my computer crashed I have to have her made over again to compare her to how she was 30 or 40 years ago.  Which I will do if I have to take  a cab to do. A great 93rd BD  A lot of people are disappointed because I have no picture to show.  Everyone thought it was a great idea.  

Friday, August 22, 2014

Pretty routine

 I  met Kay at the elevator when I got off.  She was apparently tired of looking at the 4 walls and took a walk around the hall. Oh so slow.  But at least she was walking.  I stood by while she took her pills.  Sometimes she really looks them over before deciding to take them.  She takes only two pills.  I want her to take them so that her throat doesn't get another ulcer.  that would be the worst thing that could happen to her.  She would not be able to tell us.  Then we went into her room and I stayed there until time to go.  Tomorrow we get her made up and then out to eat. She took my leaving well.  

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Late shuttle

 I was late getting there and much later getting back.  Kay was walking the hall and as I had  just checked my b/g which was high I continued to walk with her.  During the walk a caregiver came and told me she was due down to 1st floor to get her hair cut.  We walked a while then went to get her hair cut.  The lady did a good job and even put a few curls in it.  I took her back to her room and stayd with her until about 15 after expecting a call to come down for the shuttle.  I went down and sat until 11:30 then called the Shuttle people and found out that  the shuttle had already bee there and I was supposed to be a no show.  A crime in their eyes.  If I had called just a minute before the driver got here I could cancel and it would be just a cancel.  A much less infraction.  I talked to the dispatcher and what had happened was so complicated they could not figuren out what had actually gone wrong so

they just contacted one of the shuttles who came much later than planned but I did get back for lunch and medicine.  

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The usual

 When Greg gave me my insulin I asked if he wanted to give me the treatment for the clots.  thinking that I could come back when he was less busy although he wasn't terrribly busy then.  What I got in return was "I can't do two things at once". Being a little put out at this I answered " I didn't ask you to do do two things at once." Without a word he went into the med room and brought out the salve to apply to the remaining clots. Some lady came down to the dining room not feeling well I guess and he was going on about her knowing not to come when she does not feel well.  I suppose there is some thing in the fine print about not coming into the dining room when not feeling well.. You should be there in the flu and cold season.  I dont hear anything then about not feeling well.  Of course they would have to bring your breakfast up to your room.  Something they dont like to do.  Kay seemed pretty well yesterday but hungry.  Very feeble however when walking. 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Media lies

In The West Respect for Truth No Longer ExistsBy Paul Craig Roberts
August 17, 2014 "ICH" -  The Western media have proved for all to see that the Western media comprises either a collection of ignorant and incompetent fools or a whorehouse that sells war for money.
The Western media fell in step with Washington and blamed the downed Malaysian airliner on Russia. No evidence was provided. It its place the media used constant repetition. Washington withheld the evidence that proved that Kiev was responsible. The media’s purpose was not to tell the truth, but to demonize Russia.
Now we have the media story of the armored Russian column that allegedly crossed into Ukraine and was destroyed by Ukraine’s rag-tag forces that ISIS would eliminate in a few minutes. British reporters fabricated this story or were handed it by a CIA operative working to build a war narrative. The disreputable BBC hyped the story without investigating. The German media, including Die Welt, blared the story throughout Germany without concern at the absence of any evidence. Reuters news agency, also with no investigation, spread the story. Readers tell me that CNN has been broadcasting the fake story 24/7. Although I cannot stand to watch it, I suspect Fox “news” has also been riding this lame horse hard. Readers tell me that my former newspaper, The Wall Street Journal, which has fallen so low as to be unreadable, also spread the false story. I hope they are wrong. One hates to see the complete despoliation of one’s former habitat.
The media story is preposterous for a number of reasons that should be obvious to a normal person.
The first reason is that the Russian government has made it completely clear that its purpose is to de-escalate the situation. When other former Russian territories that are part of present day Ukraine followed Crimea, voted their independence and requested reunification with Russia, President Putin refused. To underline his de-escalation, President Putin asked the Russian Duma to rescind his authority to intervene militarily in Ukraine in behalf of the former Russian provinces. As the Russian government, unlike Washington or EU governments, stresses legality and the rule of law, Russian military forces would not be sent into Ukraine prior to the Duma renewing Putin’s authority so to do.
The second reason the story is obviously false is that if the Russian government decides to invade Ukraine, Russia would not send in one small armored group unprotected by air cover or other forces. If Russia invades Ukraine, it will be with a force capable of rolling up the rag-tag Ukrainian forces, most of which are semi-private militias organized by nazis. The “war” would last a few hours, after which Ukraine would be in Russia’s hands where it resided for hundreds of years prior to the dissolution of the Soviet Union and Washington’s successful efforts in 1991 to take advantage of Russian weakness to break apart the constituent provinces of Russia herself.
The third reason that the story is obviously false is that not a single Western news organization hyping the story has presented a shred of evidence in its behalf.
What we witness in this fabricated story is the total lack of integrity in the entirety of
the Western media.

A story totally devoid of any evidence to support it has been broadcast world wide. The White House has issued a statement saying that it cannot confirm the story, but nevertheless the White House continues to issue accusations against Russia for which the White House can supply no evidence. Consequently, Western repetition of bald-faced lies has become truth for huge numbers of peoples. As I have emphasized in my columns, these Western lies are dangerous, because they provoke war.
The same group in Washington and the same Western “media” are telling the same kind of lies that were used to justify Washington’s wars in Iraq (weapons of mass destruction), Afghanistan (Taliban = al Qaeda), Syria (use of chemical weapons), Libya (an assortment of ridiculous charges), and the ongoing US military murders in Pakistan, Yemen, and Somalia.
The city upon the hill, the light unto the world, the home of the exceptional, indispensable people is the home of Satan’s lies where truth is prohibited and war is the end game.
Update: After pretending that the Russian humanitarian truck convoy contained a hidden invasion force, the stooge Kiev government was forced by facts on the ground to officially acknowledge that the trucks only contained aid for those that the Kiev stooge government has been bombing and attacking with artillery.
Dr. Paul Craig Roberts was Assistant Secretary of the Treasury for Economic Policy and associate editor of the Wall Street Journal. He was columnist for Business Week, Scripps Howard News Service, and Creators Syndicate. He has had many university appointments. His internet columns have attracted a worldwide following. Roberts' latest books are The Failure of Laissez Faire Capitalism and Economic Dissolution of the West and How America Was Lost.

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Openmind· 27 minutes ago
It appears that nobody knows what is actually happening. Maybe they never have. But in the past people believed that government officials and the press truly knew and reported what was happening, exactly who was doing what to whom and why. Today it is apparent that no matter how much electronic surveillance, spies, torturers, double agents, are out there, government officials still don't know what is happening. So they make up a narrative because they know everyone expects them to know. Billion of $$ spent on "intelligence", but there is none anywhere within Washington or among it's agents.

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Peace is Shattered.

 It has been quite pleasant around here but now Greg is back.  I have had a problem getting this cautherized place on my nose to stop bleeding.  First the doctor, when I left his office, told me I could take the bandage off the next day.  That was of course assuming all went well which it usually does in these instances.  Working with the other nurses has  been good because they are willing to discuss my problem.   After all it is my nose and I have lived with it for 93 years.  They also know I have to live with it 24 hours a day.  At medic time this morning it was one order after another to the people people there for their treatment or pills.  Greg is a public relations disaster for this place. People deserve more than being rdered around like cattle.  Also I have had to stop bleeding many times over my life and know somthing about it. Even being cautherizeed is not new.
Sitting at the table waiting for lunch like a nest of birds waiting to be fed, Greg walks in, aparently caught up for the moment, and leans over and whispers something in the ear of the lady across from me.  When he leaves she tells us that he told her she had no support hose on. She dressed herself so I can see there is no way she doesn't know it.  Which she acknowledges.  Due to her diabetes and consequently excessive carohydrates she is developing congestive heart failure.  Say heart failure and I am sure it would get her attention but for the  moment says  she feels well and does't tie the swelling of the legs to the real cause of it.  She is overweight, uses a wheel chair but can walk. I say nothing because I have had experisnce with people who eat as she does and know how hopeless it is to try to educate.  If she asks for my unwanted portion of a piece of cake or other goodie I give it to her.  Some doctors say it is easier to cure cancer than obesity.  Eating a certain way for 50 or 60 years is almost  impossible to change. 

Kay was very alert today when I found her walking the hall.  They were beginning exercises which she does not participate  in so I just took her to her room when I gave her a couple truffles. We stayed together until time to go.  She just likes being with me and I with her.  Must go now.   

Wednesday, August 13, 2014


 Of course I found out today what the doctor wanted do with the spot on my nose. Read my previous post yesterday about what happened.  The nurse today changed my bandage and freely discussed what was going on and what the Dr, wanted.  So Greg is just being a pr**k.   An arrogant one for sure. Enough of this.  Today Tom will return the HP computer because the  keyboard is hard to read and the desktop display is off center and I cant see the start button so I can use the mouse.  I doubt I will get another.  I will stop and see if I can get skype up  and running   so Loren can send me video of the wedding. Bye.     

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

A video message from Chris Hedges

chris Hedges has this to say about what is going on in Gaza.  Read and weep

a most unpeasant LPN

 Got to see Kay this afternoon instead of the AM because I and a doctors appt to look at some skin irruptions.  They were nothing.  But he found a couple objects to remove.  They had appeared a couple months ago.  Kay was in asleep but dressed.  I sat down but she woke and smiled at me.  So she seemed normal.  I sat beside her and held her hand on and off while she  slept on and off.  She was still in bed when I left.  She waved and smiled as I waved to her.

There is one Nurse (LPN) here is an arrogant SOB.  When I started back from the doctor  the cauterized place on my nose began to bleed. Not wanting the thing to bleed all  night I stopped at the Med room so the nurse (Greg) could contact the doctor in case something could be done before the office closed.    When he saw it he said it was not bleeding now.  I told him I had just blotted it. He said we would wait and see what happened.  I mentioned that the reason I came in was so he could call the doctors office before it closed.  Greg said he was going to call.  As if had already thought of it.  I went to my room to lie down to try to get it to stop.  Which it did but started up again with some physical movement. It did stop after dinner .  After dinner I went in to see what came about with his contact with the doctor but all I got was the big freeze and he would tell me nothing.  He said  the bandage would be removed in the  AM which is what the doctor said when I left the office.  I asked what would we do if removing the bandage made it bleed again.  I was thinking that if the clot came with it it would start bleeding again.  I wanted to know would I have to go back to the Doctor.  He told me if was going to self medicate not to come to him. In other words shut the f**ck up.  I guess he seems to think that this doctor information is none of my business.      The most unpleasant guy to be around.  He apparently thinks he is god. 

Monday, August 11, 2014

How it was today

I don't think that Kay smiled the entire time I was with her today.  I know she was glad to see me  because when I saw her in the activity room she waved at me when she saw me.  They were doing exercises which she does not participate in like several others.  It was warm so  I took her out to the patio and we sat there for a short time. She had gotten to the activity room without her walker so we shared mine.  After she had been attended to by the care giver she lay on the bed and I held her hand while sitting in a chair next to her.  Even though I would kiss her and tell her I loved her she did not smile.  She did not seem to  be hurting.  In other respects she seemed to be in a normal state.  The way she gets around varies from time to time and even during a stay.  Today  she was slow physically.  Mentally too.  But she has been this slow before so I don't know if I should read anything into it.   I do have to think of what it might mean for the future and I dread it.  When that time does come and wherever it is I will be there twice a day. When I left her today she seemed to manage a small wave if I saw correctly. 

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Urology departemt, can you hold?

 Normal visit today.  Like the others except I stayed in her room because she was still in bed but dressed I think. I didn't get a chance to ask anyone if she ate breakfast.  I gave her a couple truffles and part of a two cheese sandwich which she did not eat.  I couldn't either.   Will never order a two cheese sandwich again.  Just cheese and mayo. Did you hear about the guy who called the Urology department and was asked if he could hold? Shirley sent me a card with that theme on it. Everyone here I showed it to thought it was hilarious.  I sat and held Kay's hand until time to go.  She seemed about the same to me. 

Friday, August 8, 2014

Short Visit

 Very short visit today as the bus got me there late.  We sat in the sun for a while and she ate 3 of the truffles.  Lindorf.   Butter flavor white chocolate.  The absolute best.  I stayed inside  for the remainder of my stay.  She seems to be in a steady state at the present.  I help her up but she would be able to do it herself if I were not there. She waved and smiled at me when I left. So she expects me to be back I take it. 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

i am thinking about two visits a day. 

 It was a short visit today with Kay because I got there so late.  Nothing happened of note that I can think of.  I did go on the same shuttle as the woman who is in the mobile device that also operates as her bed.  She seems almost totally paralyzed and is also on oxygen.  I went back at a different time so I don't know if she had already gone. What dedication.  I am cutting back on my computer time and wonder if I might start going over in the afternoon too and see how it works out. I have noticed several who died quickly in a facility such as she is in.. I wonder if my constant contact helps keep her alive?  

Another article by Fred Reed

Groobers, Shickle and Otherwise

August 6, 2014
Unstable countries are unstable, this not always being obvious in those countries, and then comes a man on a horse. The United States, methinks, is not particularly stable.
That anything seismic might happen is an idea doubtless inconceivable to most Americans, who still remember the America of Reader’s Digest, but is daily less improbable. Weimar America is not stable. The cracks in the foundations, the social crumbling and virulent antipathies grow daily more evident.
The economy declines, jobs leave for other climes, the petroyuan looms, college graduates crushed by debt find no work, the middle class shrinks, and the young begin to live perforce with their parents. Times of diminishing expectations are dangerous.
City after city joins the ranks of the bankrupt, semiliterate, corrupt black Bantustans which by honest naming would be called Lower Third World. Their culture is utterly alien to that of Eurowhites. Across the open border to the south pour huge waves from the Latino slums, less alien to Eurowhites, less hostile, but nonetheless threatening to form yet another country within a country. The Third World proportion of America closes rapidly on a full third. Despite desperate attempts to impose multicultural harmony, experience shows that widely disparate peoples who do not like each other do not enjoy happy endings. My country ‘tis of three, sweet land of dystrophy….
America can no longer be called a democracy. The Constitution recedes in memory. Congress and the Supreme Court amount to nothing. Washington rests uneasily in the hands of a half-mad clique of geopolitical illiterates, warlike misfires playing dangerous games like little Kaiser Wilhelms in a sandbox. Presiding over the city is Septimius Severus, Bokassa III, a negligible pol from Chicago who doesn’t like whites or understand European norms of government. He will keep the borders open and civil liberties in retreat.
A sort of insanity rules, warning of stress building along many political San Andreas faults waiting for the Big One. A pathologically aggressive United States bombs countries almost at random while little boys are dragged from school in handcuffs for pointing a finger and saying “Bang.”  Girls suffer from bulimia and anorexia, lunacies nonexistent in psychically healthy societies. A crack-brained feminism makes cockamamie circuses of the universities. Bastardy runs at a perilous thirty percent among white women, verging on cultural disintegration, and seventy percent among blacks. The epicene young grow in sheltered, meaningless hothouse-suburbs, never having worked, baited a hook, been in a schoolyard fight, or existed outside of a feckless bored helplessness.
From the cellars come prancing homosexuals, men in dresses and panties, the surgically altered inverts and sadomasochistic hobbyists. The high schools are become drug markets, differing only slightly from the middle schools. Life is a cabaret, old chum, here in Caligula’s bedroom.
An actual breakup of America does not seem inconceivable. Maine wants out. In the Southwest, Hispanics move rapidly toward demographic and then voting majorities. These states were once part of Mexico, and Mexicans know it. If they chose to ignore the federal government? Mississippi is thirty-seven percent black. An increase of five or ten percent by birth or immigration, a tipping point, white flight, et voila, a black republic. Would Washington send troops to retake these regions? It can’t even enforce its marijuana laws in Colorado and Washington State.
Below this seething maelstrom of degeneracy lie dangerous shoals of cultural conservatism, of people who believe in two sexes and birth within wedlock and orderly society obedient to law. They are quietly very, very angry at seeing everything they stand for eaten away by the multi-culti, touchy-feely, everything-goes miasma emanating from Washington. They speak of personal responsibility, learning the multiplication tables, English as the national language, and no toleration of crime-- and they know who commits it. Whether you think them simple-minded and fascist or wholesome and self-reliant defines which side of the gaping cultural divide you inhabit.
In times like these arises a yearning for a strong man to sweep away the filth, banish the disorder, and restore a possibly existent former Elysium. Such desires usually involve assertion of the national myths, in this case of the brave, self-reliant, and clean-living Davy Crockett and the immaculately wholesome small towns of Norman Rockwell. These never were, which doesn’t matter. Tthe America of 1960 came much closer than what we now have.
And so a strong man arises from somewhere. With luck you end up with Lee Kuan Yew instead of Mussolini or, worse, that dark squatty effeminate blond Aryan superman of the Beer Hall Putsch. Unfortunately you can’t tell who you have got until after you have got him.
Authoritarianism is not without a pull. Among old hands who have been around the East one not infrequently hears approving reference to the immigration-and-customs forms the stews handed out on final into Singapore’s airport. I doubt that I can quote it verbatim, but I can come close.
“There is a death penaltyin Singapore for importation or possession of drugs. This penalty is carried out.” Color in the original. Singapore’s problems with drugs were, well, exiguous. Why, who would have thought it?
In these conversations there usually comes up the case of the young American caught vandalizing cars in Singapore. The  punishment is a particularly agonizing form of caning. This caused horror in the US on one side of the cultural divide, but satisfaction on the other. “Reckon the stupid bastard's goimg to key any more cars?” As a society becomes ever more permissive and lawless, this sort of thinking gains in attractiveness.
In America, something is going to happen. It will not happen just now. Things are not yet bad enogh. Wait. Whether it will be a continued slow sinking into an internally chaotic semi-bushworld status, or a serious war with Russia and China started by brain-burnt sexagenarian adolescents in Congress and pasty neocons with Napoleonic fantasies, or a coup by the military, or something else, I don’t know. A Pentagonal coup d’├ętat does not seem likely, granted. Our generals are not greatly political as long as they get their toys and wars, and they lack the doughty moralism of a Hindenburg or Ludendorff.
In practical terms, though, four helicopter gunships and twenty Black Hawks of troops arriving over Washington from Quantico would do it. Whether the public would care enough to do anything about it, or whether there would be anything they could do, is uncertain. Enough people are sick enough of the current state of things that they might say, what the hell, give it a try. The crucial question world then be how the rest of the military would respond.
Think of it as Merle Haggard versus Justin Bieber. Or Sarah Palin versus Paris Hilton. But something is going to happen.