Sunday, May 14, 2017

"....and as for me, my little brain isn't very bright."

I'm  so confused. I've always believed I knew the definition of the four letter word, HACK. And, although I have been aware that there have always been several meanings for the word, apparently I am way off-base, and for all intents and purposes, totally lacking in modern word knowledge.
Used as a verb, to HACK, has always meant to cut and chop coarsely. As is, "I hacked up a chicken and, by golly, I intend to cook it."
As a noun, HACK is a word that describes a taxi operator. As in, "I hailed a cab and the hack took me on one wild  and crazy ride."
But, now it has even more meanings, most of which, confuse the heck out of me.
I can visit a website for craftsy-type persons and learn all kinds of HACKS that will make my life simpler. For example, I just saw a fast-forward video of how to create a fire-pit in approximately one and half minutes. (You and I know it would take much longer, hours at the least, and God only knows how it would look upon completion.) So, this kind of HACK is supposed to be good.
Then, the news is now full of bad folks who HACK. We have Soviets who HACK away at our government officials and their email at an alarming rate. Hackers HACK into our private email and steal data and God forbid our ***-**-****s. They know who we are, what we do, what we buy and where we live. I searched and found several websites dedicated to improve ones hacking skills. It must be fairly easy to learn how to HACK.
There may be other meanings of HACK. Perhaps if I learn how to HACK, I can discover them on the Internet.

Lord of all of us, good folks and bad. Show us how to use our skills to do your will and lead us to make this world a better place where we can live in community with others. Remind us to be less self-absorbed and selfish. Show us how to make peace.




Saturday, May 6, 2017

It's a Smaller World.

Are you on Facebook? Apparently many "older" Americans are. I am, and I enjoy reading posts on my page, from Friends.
Now, the word Friend, on Facebook, can mean many things. And, many of my Facebook Friends are truly my life-long, close-to-my-heart Friends. Then, there are my related to me Friends...my children, my sister and her family, and of course my husband, and his brothers and their families. Those folks are more than Friends. Last, come the acquaintance friends. I know these folks, but not very closely.
I look at what's posted every couple of days. And, occasionally I will make a comment, which is usually a "Happy Birthday wish". I don't do political stuff. Too, much anger, these days. I don't comment on "Do you know what this is?" or play games.
But, I have noticed something recently about Facebook. Facebook is like that old games of 6 or 7, or some number of degrees of Kevin Bacon. The object of the game was to connect one person, in a certain number of things or people, to the actor Kevin Bacon. It was easy to do....and Kevin Bacon was not hugely famous!
With Facebook, the same thing happens. Any obscure post on your Facebook page, will connect you to a common Friend. And, furthermore, you can type in the name of anyone, and chances are that person will be Friends with someone you know.
It's a smaller and smaller world, Walt.

Dear God. Thank you for the many blessings we have recieved, in your name. Life is a joy and we are so blessed to be living in this world.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Don't Argue with me!

As time goes by, I like to think that I continue to learn new things. Just recently, I had one of those AH-HA moments of knowledge, that will hopefully enrich my life and the lives of others.
I must stop arguing. The need to be right, all or most of the time, is just unnecessary. And, although insisting on being right may make us feel good, it does nothing for the person or persons you disagree with.
Let me give you an example. We know several couples, where one or the other of the spouses constantly corrects everything the other says. When one spouse says that an incident occurred five years ago, the other says, actually it was six. Or, this or that happened in Houston, and the other one says, no, it was in Dallas. Who cares? What difference does it make? Let it go, folks!
Detail, unless it involves money or life and death issues, is insignificant. Stop, and just look at the bigger picture.
I'm going to work at this one. I know I am guilty of nitpicking on details. It just doesn't matter.

O Lord. Teach me to hold my tongue. Remind me to say things that enhance the lives of others. Keep me from choosing hurtful words. I ask for your guidance and wisdom.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Never Too Old

Don't you just love birthday parties? We might not like the idea of adding a year to our ages, but most of us like birthday parties. Cake, ice cream and possibly champagne? Party favors, balloons and old friends
One of my duties involves making arrangements for events and parties. Often the adult children and grandchildren, of our elderly residents, want to schedule a birthday party for their relatives.
Super!
Occasionally relatives will want to schedule a surprise party for a relative.
Not so super!
No, I tell them. Grandma, who is turning 90, will not want a surprise party. She will want to know about the party in advance, so she can have her hair and nails done. She'll want to have a new dress for the occasion, or at least a new pair of sneakers!
Grandpa will feel the same way. He loves routine and wants to know in advance exactly what is going to happen. Don't mess with his routine or his nap schedule..
What's more, dear relatives, older folks hate surprises. A surprise can cause anxiety and might possibly cause a heart attack, or worse. Please, rethink that Surprise Party idea. It is not a good one.
Party on, everyone.


Dear Lord. We thank you for our many years on this earth. We glorify your name. Thank you for being our constant.

Mantra

My new mantra involves my legs, my arms, my brain and actually, my whole person.
Because, I do a lot of walking from apartment to apartment, all day long, I fear that I might possible wear myself out, one of these days.
Therefore, in order to save wear and tear on my body, I have vowed to "work smart".
So, after I clock in each morning, I say to myself, "work smart", as I pick up my keys, my appointment books and walk to my desk in one fell swoop. When I leave for the day, I try to remember to take my keys, my books, and my other stuff with me (making one trip), as I head to clock out.
If I need to step outside, I repeat my mantra, "work smart", and take my keys, my fob and my walkie talkie with me, before I head to the door.
My changed "manta life" has been going on for about three weeks now, and I cannot tell whether it is making a difference in my physical well-being or not.
However, repeating my mantra has kept me focused. I am forgetting fewer things and I believe I am saving some unnecessary steps.
I plan to be around a long, long time.

Dear God. I try to do your will. Keep me healthy. I need your help, dear Lord. I can't do life with out you.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Cordial

It is 2017. It is the age of cell phones, cordless razors, cordless vacuums, cordless mouses, cordless toothbrushes, etc., etc. So why then, are we still allowing ourselves to become tangled up in electric cords?
In the last three months, I have been in countless hospital and rehab rooms. In every one of those rooms, there have been TV remotes, phones, and nursing call buttons. Every one of those items have had big long thick cords. And, those cords have caused a myriad of problems.
Why do patients need all of those cords? My remote at home doesn't need a cord! Are hospitals afraid patients will swipe their ugly remotes and take them home? I think not.
Almost everyone has a cell phone these days. Let the patients use their own cell phones to make calls.
And call buttons should be built into the beds.
Hospitals listen up. Get rid of those cords.
Moving the bed up and down, gets all those cords tangled in the bed's mechanism. The cords get tangled in the wheels of wheelchairs and walkers. Nurses carts get tangled in the cords when vitals are taken. I don't even want to think of the number of falls those cords have probably caused.
Just get rid of them, STAT.

Dear God, We get frustrated at times. Help us to calm down and act reasonably, even when we think that those around us are not. Give us patience, dear Lord, and peace.



Friday, March 17, 2017

What's in store?

Retail is changing in this country. We do not shop and buy the way we did 10 years ago, 20 years ago or 60 years ago.
In the past we had to buy locally. If you couldn't find it "downtown", or in the Sears and Roebuck Catalog, you didn't need it, and you just did without.
Just a few years ago, we all went to the local mall to shop for necessities and to browse. I remember walking around and going into dozens of shops, just looking. Now, most of those malls, that were so popular, are boarded up or have already been torn down.
Well, times have certainly changed. If I want to purchase an item, I don't immediately hop in my car and drive to a store. The first place I check is "on line." It's so easy and I can do it from my home. I just log on and type "jacket" or "blue sweater" or "bedspread" or anything. Dozens of places pop up, and I can shop until I find what I want.
Then, a few more clicks and I have purchased the item and I will shortly know when it will be shipped to me. Often the shipping cost is zero, and returning unwanted items is equally as easy.
Retail stores are closing every day, while the shipping business is booming. Both young people and old folks are shopping on line. During the holidays, the US Postal Service even subcontracted for UPS and FedEx.
You can't buck the trend. Just click away and shop till you drop.

Dear Lord. Change is inevitable. We cannot make things stay the same, and to try to do so, is foolish.
Help us to embrace change and to enjoy it. God, help us to choose our battles and to focus on the important stuff.
Bless our families and keep those that we love, safe and healthy.