Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
My sister had a birthday yesterday and this morning, while reading Twitter updates, I found one from her saying "The wave, the wave, the wave. I got the wave for my birthday." I followed her tiny url and found David Wight Glass Art,, and indeed, this glass maker creates glass waves. The size of paper weights or, in Kate's case, almost a foot tall. Lovely. What a perfect gift. Someone was thinking and got it just right.
OMG, the bits and pieces that I pick up about my family on Twitter and Facebook. We sure do pick up information about our loved ones in different ways than we did just several years ago. Just read an article from last Sunday's NYT Week In Review telling us that college freshman don't wear watches any more. They use their phones as timepieces. They seldom use email either, preferring social networks or instant-messaging or cellphone text messages, "to which their friends are more likely to reply quickly,"says the NYT.
Americans in general are talking less even on their cell phones. I know that my daughter Caroline rarely speaks on any phone, yet uses it moment to moment for all kinds of tasks, most of which connect her with other human beings. The NYT op-ed piece goes on to say that 'an unscheduled call from people other than family members,is often regarded as a rude intrusion.
Furthermore, "broad swaths of the blogosphere lie fallow, abandoned...a sign of adaptive behavior. Much of the communication on personal blogs, where people wrote and posted pictures of themselves, their children and their pets, was about 'sociability' and has shifted to networks like Facebook," say John Kelly, lead scientitst at Morningside Analytics,"...but professional blogs, meant for public consumption, and focused on subjects like politics, economics and news, are thriving."
My sister Kate and I have talked with one another a lot more our blogs, what they mean, why we write them and where they're taking us. Ours are both write 'personal blogs' and I suspect it's simply good practice for writing the books in our heads that will be read on Kindle and or some future, evermore innovative screen. My sister and I are writers and documenters and she's a poet too. Kate is attempting with each post to stay 'Ahead of the Wave.' Something other than two blogs will come of all this writing that we do. It may or may not be between two hard bound covers.
My sister Kate and I have talked with one another a lot more our blogs, what they mean, why we write them and where they're taking us. Ours are both 'personal blogs' and I suspect it's simply good practice for writing the books in our heads that will be read someday on Kindle and or on some future, evermore innovative screen. My sister and I are writers and documenters (and she's a poet too). Kate attempts with each post to stay 'Ahead of the Wave.' Something other than two blogs will come of all this writing that we do. It may or may not be between two hard bound covers.
As for this thing about the very young not wearing watches. I suspect that soon our phones will become so miniaturized that they may be on our wrists and we simply speak into them. No more two handed texting. We'll be a bit like Dick Tracy. Who, they'll ask, is Dick Tracy. We will nod knowingly.
Friday, August 27, 2010
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
We try a walk outside and get fewer than 20 feet from the door. The air is clear and there are potted flowers everywhere. Lovely, but Mom hurts too much to go on. Every step hurts her back, hurts everything, she says, and is near tears. I hold the heavy belt around her waist very carefully as she turns 180 degrees and we head back to the open door.
Dad’s up from his nap. He allowed himself a nap because I am here for the full afternoon and he feels Mom will be ‘looked after’. Not that she isn’t looked after, but he feels responsible and she is indeed restless, always. Dad is all smiles because he’s rested. A caregiver turns on the TV. Only one resident is interested in this cycle of CNN news. I watch news flashes at the bottom of the screen.
"There is a lightening fire in Yellowstone. Israel and Palestinians will resume talks. Louisiana opens some areas to crabbing. Biden says Democrats will keep the House and Senate."
Mail arrives. Dad tucks the letter from Vice President Joe Biden in the fold of his chair. There’s a second envelope for Mom. Dad is bent on opening Mom's envelope, but she says he’s too slow. She says she’ll open it. The envelope and letter opener are very slowly transferred from his hand to hers.
Actually, it takes her awhile to open the envelope. It’s another piece of junk mail from a pharmaceutical company touting Humira, a drug used to reduce signs and symptoms of moderate to severe rheumatoid arthritis. The act of opening this envelope has taken over five minutes and Mom doesn't really look at the brochure. She sets it aside. With help from a caregiver, Mom does indeed rise from her chair and I assume she’s on her way to the bathroom.
Dad tells me he is not wearing his hearing aids which means I have to enunciate carefully, leave a silent space between each word and speak more loudly or with a lower pitch. Dad doesn’t wear hearing aids on weekends because he doesn’t think the weekend caregivers put them in his ears as well as his Monday-Friday caregiver does.
"We are leaving a country that has had elections, but is not able to come up with a prime minister in five months time. Will that Sunni, Shitite tension return?" The commentator laments, "Sad as we end our phase there, we can not look at a stable government. Is Iran the winner here?" CNN is filling time with opinions. I look again at the bottom of the screen.
"Egyptian authorities recover stolen Van Gogh painting. Failed bomb attempt in Somalia."
The afternoon wears on. The sun outside is brilliant. Caregivers bring an afternoon snack of canned mixed fruit. Mom eats every bit of hers. Dad is more interested in the photo albums. The other residents are either napping or dozing. CNN is giving us coverage about the proposed new Muslim community center/mosque near Ground Zero and interviewing Tom DeLay. The mosque location is fine with me. Tom DeLay’s exoneration is nuts. I live in Texas. I know this decision is nuts.
I’ve been listening to CNN for an hour now and there’s no word about the floods in Pakistan. Why not? What’s the world doing about this tsunami of flood waters? Not enough yet, it seems or we’d be hearing more about these efforts. At least, we'd be hearing about it on CNN. Anderson Cooper would be on site. Is he on his way?
Dad and I walk in the garden and I pick a stalk of lavender for him to smell. Honey bees are feasting. We walk past yellow roses and we smell their sweetness. Dad makes this walk twice a day with a caregiver. Years ago he walked three miles in Discovery Park early every morning. Knew every trail, every walker. Picked blackberries by the thousands there every summer.