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Prepping TDay Dinner, basting Cornish hens every 20 min.

There must be something between these two extremes: There should be provision for something which is neither a senior facility (personally, I'd rather a pillow over my face, a bullet in the head, or the Roman exit, rather than spend my remaining days in a senior facility) nor weighs impossibly heavily on family in terms of the ineviatble demands, physical, mental, psychological and emotional, that total care can require.

The ideal is some sort of state support or assistance which allows the senior to remain relatively independent and in their own home for as long as possible, while also allowing for family to give what support they feel able for.

We were fortunate when caring for my mother on a number of grounds; firstly, that we had sufficient means to pay for the sort of private care that the wonderful Filipina carer was able to provide, and secondly, that we were also able to call upon state support in the form of stuff such as respite care, and three visits daily from state funded bodies to help wash and care for my mother.
The reason that no one has volunteered to take my Dad in is because he has always been disagreeable sometimes extremely, and personally has been at odds with my wife for 40 years. :oops:
 
There must be something between these two extremes: There should be provision for something which is neither a senior facility (personally, I'd rather a pillow over my face, a bullet in the head, or the Roman exit, rather than spend my remaining days in a senior facility) nor weighs impossibly heavily on family in terms of the ineviatble demands, physical, mental, psychological and emotional, that total care can require.

The ideal is some sort of state support or assistance which allows the senior to remain relatively independent and in their own home for as long as possible, while also allowing for family to give what support they feel able for.

We were fortunate when caring for my mother on a number of grounds; firstly, that we had sufficient means to pay for the sort of private care that the wonderful Filipina carer was able to provide, and secondly, that we were also able to call upon state support in the form of stuff such as respite care, and three visits daily from state funded bodies to help wash and care for my mother.
Convenient if you have the means for all of that. We certainly did not, we had zero support from the state and tapped all of her funds and ended up putting in our own to pay for her palliative and hospice care.

The way I see it is that she had the family around most of the time and when they couldn't be, support from the facility, she needed full time care and was on an IV, etc. the entire time. It's also opened my eyes to how much of a burden it can be on one's family, I will never do that to my children.
 
I think that this is - yet another - of the enormous cultural differences (re what is considered appropriate re the role of the state, and takes in stuff such as the publicly funded provision of health care) between the US and parts of Europe.

Because we were what would be considered middle class, yes, we were in a position to fund the sort of private care the wonderful Filipina carer provided (she was with us for six years).

But, and however, - and irrespective of social class, or income - the state provided two weeks of full respite care per year (which allowed family and/or other carers a break), weekly (at least) visits from district nurses, and other medical professionals as needed, full GP services, my mother's (very extensive) medication was completely funded, three visits a day from a body that was sub-contracted by the state to provide home help (assisting with meds, home care - dressing, bathroom/restroom visits, washing, feeding, meals, - although the carer, who knew my mother's preferences and could persuade her to eat, took care of much of that in latter years, assisted by the state carers as needed) and so on.
 
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I think that this is - yet another - of the enormous cultural differences (re what is considered appropriate re the role of the state, and takes in stuff such as the publicly funded provision of health care) between the US and parts of Europe.

Because we were what would be considered middle class, yes, we were in a position to fund the sort of private care the wonderful Filipina carer provided (she was with us for six years).

But, and however, - and irrespective of social class, or income - the state provided two weeks of full respite care per year (which allowed family and/or other carers a break), weekly (at least) visits from district nurses, and other medical professionals as needed, full GP services, my mother's (very extensive) medication funded, three visits a day from a body that was sub-contracted by the state to provide home help (assisting with meds, home care - dressing, bathroom/restroom visits, washing, feeding, meals, - although the carer, who knew my mother's preferences and could persuade her to eat, took care of that in latter years) and so on.
Our healthcare system is built on, and around, profit and as long as that's the case it will always favor those who are well off unfortunately. I know a lot of people who have had to deal with socialized healthcare in Europe and IMO it's worlds ahead of the US both in terms of being for the greater good of everyone and treating it as a human right. One of the many drawbacks of living in the US.
 
Our healthcare system is built on, and around, profit and as long as that's the case it will always favor those who are well off unfortunately. I know a lot of people who have had to deal with socialized healthcare in Europe and IMO it's worlds ahead of the US both in terms of being for the greater good of everyone and treating it as a human right. One of the many drawbacks of living in the US.
Couldn't agree more.

And it (the provision of publicly funded health care, or socialised healthcare) is for the greater good of everyone - and it is something that I, for one, would regard as a human right.

And - from a personal perspective - this 'socialised' medicine allowed us to keep my mother at home, where she was far happier, comfortable, and content, without imposing an impossible burden of care on the immediate family, and without having to admit her to a home, which would have distressed her beyond words.
 
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Had the day off and spend a few hours getting a document certified at the German consulate in Toronto. A grey day with plenty rain in the air. Got some shawarma for the family for lunch and spent quality time with the kids who are both suffering from a cold.
 
eating tacos with a spoon since I cant eat the tortillas not a bad meal really. better then plain turkey. saves a lot of calories too.

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Restoring selective books to the downloads from my Apple Books library on just one of my iOS devices, which decided to celebrate the run-up to Thanksgiving by conveniently abandoning any obligation to consult iCloud regarding metadata, highlights, notes in iCloud about my Books purchases.

After messing around with it for an hour yesterday looking to see if my settings were messed up somehow, I finally just shut the thing down overnight after deleting the Books app and all its content. Yeah. The BIG HAMMER.

Today turned it back on, reinstalled the Books app, waited a few minutes et voila, the device obediently displayed all titles in my library and the complete list of my custom "collections", with book titles properly distributed in them. I downloaded a couple titles of current interest to make sure the highlights and notes were also showing up. Yep, everything had become normal again.

Go figure. It's like a gang of stray electrons came along into my iPad like post-Halloween gremlins bearing light sabres and shouting"Yeah see that thing over there? Kill it!"

So now it's just about re-downloading the handful of books I really wanted to have on there at present. I'll fill in the other usual suspects later. What a weird experience, and it's not the first time either, just a different device. Last time around I think it was an iPhone SE whose Books metadata took a hit from some iCloud hiccup. I keep checking Apple's terms to ensure I'm not over the allowed number of computers and mobile devices. I'm not...

So endeth the Thanksgiving / Indigenous People's Day lesson. Always just use the BIG HAMMER when dealing with Books issues.

Meanwhile talked to family for a virtual holiday get-together... and made for myself "all the trimmings but no turkey" as usual. I love pan stuffing...

Hope everyone celebrating is enjoying the day and the football if that's on the menu.. Cheers!
 
Our healthcare system is built on, and around, profit and as long as that's the case it will always favor those who are well off unfortunately. I know a lot of people who have had to deal with socialized healthcare in Europe and IMO it's worlds ahead of the US both in terms of being for the greater good of everyone and treating it as a human right. One of the many drawbacks of living in the US.
Until about 1970 it was not based on profit in the US. You can thank Nixon (Republican )for this.
 
We’re going back to my brother’s today to enjoy leftovers from yesterday’s overindulgence. I’m going to have salad and strawberry rhubarb pie.
I absolutely love rhubarb but can’t grow it here, heat kills it. :( I used to have my own plants in Minnesota and would cook up a big pot of it to eat like east applesauce,
 
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We’re going back to my brother’s today to enjoy leftovers from yesterday’s overindulgence. I’m going to have salad and strawberry rhubarb pie.

I absolutely love rhubarb but can’t grow it here, heat kills it. :( I used to have my own plants in Z Minnesota and would cook up a big pot of it to eat like east applesauce,
My mother adored rhubarb and used to make the most amazing rhubarb tarts, which were almost better than her apple tarts.

And yes, we also had rhubarb sauce, and stewed rhubarb - delicious with cream.

And, as for my mother's legendary rhubarb crumble.......it is up there with Proust's madeleines in terms of the power of evocative recall.
 
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Well, don't know exactly what I WILL be doing today, but I can tell you what I will not -- and that is, going to the mall or near any stores today as the annual Black Friday madness gets underway! People, all sated from yesterday's Thanksgiving feasting are going to be out there today snapping up "bargains" as the stores entice them with merchandise offered at various Black Friday sale prices. I'm staying far, far away from all that....
 
Went to the local burger joint that is open most of the time and has the best breakfasts. Whoda thunk? There were two small birds in the eating area and they couldn't get out. Much discussion ensued by the regulars there on how to get them out. One of the cooks was called in and snagged them both and let them out. I've never seen anyone move so fast. OF course he was wearing those thin rubber gloves and he changed them out after.

So far, I've got one client lined up today. We'll see how the rest of the day goes.
 
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