Showing posts with label #hearing problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #hearing problems. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 08, 2019

Today’s trivia




Tomato plants in bloom
Today’s trivia because nothing significant happened today.

My tomato crop: I have a little desktop plant system—not a greenhouse, but three little pots with a grow-light that is on most of the day but off for specified periods of time, which seem to change as days go by. In the middle of the night, it lights up the cabin like broad daylight. I’ve grown lettuce in it—a medium success—and basil, which was a whopping success. I made a big batch of pesto from the first cutting of basil and have a small but respectable second cutting coming up.

First tomato harvest
But lately—for at least a couple of months—I’ve been growing tomatoes. Tiny, tiny tomatoes. I was surprised by lots of blooms, delighted by tiny green things. It took them forever to ripen. Meanwhile the vines grew out of hand and threatened to take over my desk. So today I harvested and meant to discard the plants. I suggested to Zenaida, who was here to clean my house, that she throw them in the back of the yard where they would compost naturally and provide nutrients for some of the bushes. But she wanted to plant them, so she found a pot with something that had given up the fight, pulled the dead plant out, and planted my three plants, which were more yellow than green. I kind of doubt they’ll survive the transition from indoors to outdoors, but we’ll see.

Second tomato harvest
Meanwhile, I have these tiny tomatoes, which really don’t have a lot of flavor. I think I’ll grow more basil next, or maybe oregano which I’d like to have. But for a while, I’m going to have a few less bushes on my desk. And I have a lifetime supply of dried oregano leaves in the freezer, the result of not being smart about ordering spices in bulk.

I was so sorry to read that former President Jimmy Carter fell, blackened his eye, and required stitches. But as a recent fall survivor myself, I was glad to have someone so praiseworthy join my company. Of course, he’s a tad older than I am, and he’s fallen twice within recent months. Jimmy, my advice is that you get a walker. I do admire him so much though—within hours of his trip to the ER, he and Rosalind were at a country music benefit for Habitat for Humanity. As a couple, they have built homes and done so much good for people across the world. What a stark contrast to the man squatting in the White House now who pled bone spurs to get out of service.

I went to a breakfast gathering of the Book Ladies this morning, and once again it was difficult for me. When two or three conversations are swirling around me, I simply cannot focus on anyone, no matter how good my hearing aids are. I love those ladies and long to be a part of their group. Today one treasured friend I haven’t seen in a long time was talking about the changes brought about by new ownership of Barnes & Noble, where she works part time. I probably got about half of what she said, but it all sounded good. It’s hard for me these days to pull myself out of bed early for these meetings and then disappointing not to be able to hear. And it got my morning of work off to a late start. So I may have to rethink that.

Tonight, happy hour with a neighbor and my Canadian daughter and her husband—she is a former neighbor. Our neighbor across the street promised wine and a snack, but I felt I should have something so invented a dip at the last minute—Greek yogurt, mayonnaise, buttermilk, blue cheese, lime juice, garlic powder, and finely chopped green onion. Not bad if I do say so. Margaret brought some Brazil-bites—light bread/cheese tiny things, but so good. And a chocolate nut mix that I talked her into leaving. No dinner for me tonight.

My distress at our national situation continues, with the White House forbidding people to testify for Congress and the Attorney General saying if Watergate happened today, he would not provide evidence to Congress. We are indeed held hostage by a corrupt regime. The Founding Fathers intended the Congress to be part of a system of checks and balances, but I fear that won’t work today. I shudder at the word revolution and wonder what form it would take. God help us avoid violence in our streets but also help us get rid of the people who now seemed to be exploiting the American system for their own benefit—and destroying democracy. There are many in Congress—Nancy Pelosi and Adam Schiff—devoted to saving our democracy, and I pray for them.

Thursday, January 09, 2014

The Value of a Dog—Lesson #2


First_responder : Abstract vector illustration of an ambulance with sirenes Stock PhotoSome of you know this story. Please bear with me, because others don’t, and because I have  a point to make here about dogs and their importance in our lives.

Sophie woke me a little before 2:30 Wednsday morning. I can lie in bed and tell by her bark how serious the “threat” to our safety is. This was serious, a frantic bark. And it kept on. Then I saw tail-lights in the driveway, and the motion detector light activated. I thought someone was going around to the back, so I pulled on some clothes and looked. Nobody. I looked for those tail-lights again and realized that they were emergency vehicles—aha! The police had once again caught someone at the corner by my house. It certainly had nothing to do with me, so I went to the bathroom, got a drink of water—with Sophie still barking. Then it all happened at once—the phone rang and someone pounded on the door. I looked through my glass door and saw several men on my porch and one had a bag that looked like an EMT bag.

Grabbed Sophie and opened the door to a kind man who said, “We had a medical alert call for this address.” I assured him I was all right, said I do wear an alert bracelet but hadn’t set it off, hadn’t heard it go off. He asked several times if I was sure I was all right, and I said I was. He was neither impatient nor angry, just kind. As the men left, my neighbor wandered up and said “You okay?” Yes, I was.

I looked and realized other neighbors were out there. I thanked and reassured them, but then the house security system started going off and the phone rang—I had to run to assure the security people they should NOT call the police. Somewhere in all this my son-in-law from Austin called and asked if I was okay. I could hear him reassuring Megan, my daughter. Then he said Jordan, my younger daughter, was on her way, so I called and told her I was fine, to go back home. She said she was so close she’d come ahead. With all the confusion and newly awakened from a deep sleep, it was not my finest hour—not sure I was even coherent.

I called the medical alert company and they did have an alarm. They guess I rolled over on the bracelet. I asked if I should take it off and they said no. They advise sleeping with it on. The problem, of course, was that I didn’t hear the phone when people called to verify the alert—no hearing aids and sound asleep.
 
Today I have thanked and apologized to everyone (including a Facebook expression of thanks to first responders), and I’ve learned some lessons. The ringer on the phone by my bed is now on, and I’ve found out how effective my security systems are, but the big thing is I will really pay attention to Sophie’s barking. She’s an alert watch dog (now sound asleep in the comfy chair across from my desk).

The good news: I wrote nearly a thousand words on the opening of a new novel that morning. Yes, it’s about an unexpected first responder visit in the night. My mom used to say all things work to some good.