Monday, August 31, 2015

Rain

After over two decades of living along the coast in Oregon I didn’t think I could get happily excited about rain, but the small storm that arrived had me blissfully grinning. The change in climate over the past few years has Mexican weather moving into California, California weather shifting north to dry up Oregon, and continues the pattern to reach and melt the Arctic. This has reduced our usual winter rain and left our inland mountains, always vulnerable to lightning-caused blazes, dry and fire-plagued.

Rain is welcome and the ground has slurpped it up.


If the climate experts are right it is but a respite. The ocean currents are predicted to bring a winter of rain and then drought conditions resume. I only hope people will continue their attention to treating water as a limited resource and not some infinite thing to squander. Being conscious, or at least more conscious, of our personal effect upon the world must be an imperative.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Another ear worm! 8/29/15

They keep coming and playing in my head.

Today the song is:

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - YouTube

I saw WHAM! in concert - accompanying my daughter 3+ decades ago to, as I recall, the SF Cow Palace.


Thursday, August 27, 2015

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Social Media

Facebook has always been a time waster but I used to see actual posts from friends and was able to keep a distant but constant idea of what was happening in their lives. Then it became re-posts of posts from people I don't know. And then I was seeing posts of all the posts "liked" by people I knew. Now Facebook has added commercial after commercial - none of them having anything to do with either my friends or anything I'd ever use or care about.

Visiting Facebook is now like reading a magazine. In magazines there were once interesting articles with ads, then there were ads with interesting articles... and the articles got smaller and fewer until the magazines were essentially catalogs of stuff I didn't want.

There may be ways to turn off some of the dross in Facebook but all the switches are buried and hidden. I know it is a "free" service and the bills must be paid but I feel like I'm more and more footing the bill and getting less and less back for my time.

Is the end of my time there near? Don't know how much more I can stand!

(I see little indication that other such sites operate differently)

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Ear worm Tuesday August 11, 2015

What a Difference a Day Makes - Dinah Washington

(great song but it is driving me crazy playing over, and over, and over, and...)


Sunday, August 9, 2015

Family


This fine bunch of family came to visit this weekend. Wonderful folks - each and every one - not that I'd be prejudiced in their favor, mind you!

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Seniors and Meds

I have to admit that my memory isn’t as good as it used to be. It hasn’t failed me completely, in fact it can be amazing the way random memories, some from well over fifty years ago, pop into my head. Unfortunately those are the unbidden ones, The ones I’m aiming for, a telephone number, an impending appointment, a friend’s name, often are elusive and show up when they darned well get around to it.

This phenomenon is basis for my current frustration with medical prescriptions. As we age we end up taking more prescribed drugs to regulate and support our various health issues. the problem is that as memory declines or chooses to be erratic those pills and potions become more complicated in administration. At present I have a rather simple regime and a rather okay memory but it is still a struggle to take my pills at proper intervals. There is the once-each-day pill. That one I take in the morning with the various self-prescribed vitamins I consume. But then there are the twice-daily and thrice-daily pills. They complicate things. I end up needing a pill mid-afternoon, another just past dinnertime, and two more at bedtime. My remind-myself works (mostly) when I am at home but goes to hell if I venture forth. How long will I be gone? Which pills do I need to take with me? And if I take them with me will I remember to take them?

I doubt it is going to get easier and I understand why errors in medication must be a major problem for an aging populace. It is confusing and should be something addressed by doctors and drug companies alike.