Thursday, December 31, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
I'm glad the early Christians appeased the pagans by celebrating Christmas in the winter. It gives some of us a needed source of joy during the days of less light.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Eventhough the Pantages is a movie theater and the acoustics are not the best and the bathrooms and lobby are too small, its lots of fun! Besides, how many times do you get to see Topol?
I love walking to the theater and reading the stars on the sidewalk. I really do act like a tourist.
Anyway that's how we started our birthdays' celebrations.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I called her physician (not something that is generally pleasant in the wee hours of the morning) and after I told him what was going on and answered his questions he offered to talk to the patient and try and calm her down.
It worked. She trusted him, her mentation returned to the hospital. In spite of the fact that she maintained that someone had stolen her purse she calmed enough to return to bed and try to sleep.
Although becoming rarer, good primary medical care does still exist. There are practitioners fighting for the health and well being of their patients.
I'm happy I get to witness the good stuff.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I really like his bit on "stuff." I hadn't realized what an old word/concept that was. Whatever the concept in Hebrew, it was translated in the Court of King James as "stuff."
"Also regard not your stuff; for the good of all the land of Egypt is yours." Genesis
Here's George's take on it:
Actually this is just a place for my stuff, ya know? That's all, a little place for my stuff. That's all I want, that's all you need in life, is a little place for your stuff, ya know? I can see it on your table, everybody's got a little place for their stuff. This is my stuff, that's your stuff, that'll be his stuff over there. That's all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That's all your house is: a place to keep your stuff. If you didn't have so much stuff, you wouldn't need a house. You could just walk around all the time.A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it. You can see that when you're taking off in an airplane. You look down, you see everybody's got a little pile of stuff. All the little piles of stuff. And when you leave your house, you gotta lock it up. Wouldn't want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. They always take the good stuff. They never bother with that crap you're saving. All they want is the shiny stuff. That's what your house is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get...more stuff!Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house. Why? No room for your stuff anymore. Did you ever notice when you go to somebody else's house, you never quite feel a hundred percent at home? You know why? No room for your stuff. Somebody else's stuff is all over the place! And if you stay overnight, unexpectedly, they give you a little bedroom to sleep in. Bedroom they haven't used in about eleven years. Someone died in it, eleven years ago. And they haven't moved any of his stuff! Right next to the bed there's usually a dresser or a bureau of some kind, and there's NO ROOM for your stuff on it. Somebody else's s*** is on the dresser.Have you noticed that their stuff is s*** and your s*** is stuff? And you say, "Get that s*** offa there and let me put my stuff down!"Sometimes you leave your house to go on vacation. And you gotta take some of your stuff with you. Gotta take about two big suitcases full of stuff, when you go on vacation. You gotta take a smaller version of your house. It's the second version of your stuff. And you're gonna fly all the way to Honolulu. Gonna go across the continent, across half an ocean to Honolulu. You get down to the hotel room in Honolulu and you open up your suitcase and you put away all your stuff. "Here's a place here, put a little bit of stuff there, put some stuff here, put some stuff--you put your stuff there, I'll put some stuff--here's another place for stuff, look at this, I'll put some stuff here..." And even though you're far away from home, you start to get used to it, you start to feel okay, because after all, you do have some of your stuff with you. That's when your friend calls up from Maui, and says, "Hey, why don'tchya come over to Maui for the weekend and spend a couple of nights over here."Oh, no! Now what do I pack? Right, you've gotta pack an even SMALLER version of your stuff. The third version of your house. Just enough stuff to take to Maui for a coupla days. You get over to Maui--I mean you're really getting extended now, when you think about it. You got stuff ALL the way back on the mainland, you got stuff on another island, you got stuff on this island. I mean, supply lines are getting longer and harder to maintain. You get over to your friend's house on Maui and he gives you a little place to sleep, a little bed right next to his windowsill or something. You put some of your stuff up there. You put your stuff up there. You got your Visine, you got your nail clippers, and you put everything up. It takes about an hour and a half, but after a while you finally feel okay, say, "All right, I got my nail clippers, I must be okay." That's when your friend says, "Aaaaay, I think tonight we'll go over the other side of the island, visit a pal of mine and maybe stay over."Aww, no. NOW what do you pack? Right--you gotta pack an even SMALLER version of your stuff. The fourth version of your house. Only the stuff you know you're gonna need. Money, keys, comb, wallet, lighter, hanky, pen, smokes, rubber and change. Well, only the stuff you HOPE you're gonna need.
And then there is John Lennon, "Imagine no religion."
27 Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.
Monday, March 23, 2009
18 I am encompassed about, because of the temptations and the sins which do so easily beset me.
19 And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins; nevertheless, I know in whom I have trusted.
20 My God hath been my support; he hath led me through mine afflictions in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep.
21 He hath filled me with his love, even unto the consuming of my flesh.
22 He hath confounded mine enemies, unto the causing of them to quake before me.
23 Behold, he hath heard my cry by day, and he hath given me knowledge by visions in the night-time.
24 And by day have I waxed bold in mighty prayer before him; yea, my voice have I sent up on high; and angels came down and ministered unto me.
25 And upon the wings of his Spirit hath my body been carried away upon exceedingly high mountains. And mine eyes have beheld great things, yea, even too great for man; therefore I was bidden that I should not write them.
26 O then, if I have seen so great things, if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercy, why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions?
27 And why should I yield to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, why should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because of mine enemy?
28 Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul.
29 Do not anger again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my strength because of mine afflictions.
30 Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the rock of my salvation.
31 O Lord, wilt thou redeem my soul? Wilt thou deliver me out of the hands of mine enemies? Wilt thou make me that I may shake at the appearance of sin?
32 May the gates of hell be shut continually before me, because that my heart is broken and my spirit is contrite! O Lord, wilt thou not shut the gates of thy righteousness before me, that I may walk in the path of the low valley, that I may be strict in the plain road!
33 O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy righteousness! O Lord, wilt thou make a way for mine escape before mine enemies! Wilt thou make my path straight before me! Wilt thou not place a stumbling block in my way—but that thou wouldst clear my way before me, and hedge not up my way, but the ways of mine enemy.
34 O Lord, I have trusted in thee, and I will trust in thee forever. I will not put my trust in the arm of flesh; for I know that cursed is he that putteth his trust in the arm of flesh. Yea, cursed is he that putteth his trust in man or maketh flesh his arm.
35 Yea, I know that God will give liberally to him that asketh. Yea, my God will give me, if I ask not amiss; therefore I will lift up my voice unto thee; yea, I will cry unto thee, my God, the rock of my righteousness. Behold, my voice shall forever ascend up unto thee, my rock and mine everlasting God. Amen.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
The hearts of the children have turned to their fathers,
Help me to be good, kind, and gentle today,
Thursday, March 19, 2009
We have learned that we are as stubborn as our father with regards to working while ill.
We have learned that recovery takes longer at 55 than 35.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Armed with an inhaler, anti-tussive and Z-Pak, I'm ready for battle.
(would someone please pass the tissue)
Friday, March 6, 2009
A proverbial saying, often used in circumstances where it is thought that saying nothing is preferable to speaking.
As with many proverbs, the origin of this phrase is obscured by the mists of time. There are reports of versions of it dating back to Ancient Egypt. The first example of it in English is from the poet Thomas Carlyle, who translated the phrase from German in Sartor Resartus, 1831, in which a character expounds at length on the virtues of silence:
"Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule. Not William the Silent only, but all the considerable men I have known, and the most undiplomatic and unstrategic of these, forbore to babble of what they were creating and projecting. Nay, in thy own mean perplexities, do thou thyself but hold thy tongue for one day: on the morrow, how much clearer are thy purposes and duties; what wreck and rubbish have those mute workmen within thee swept away, when intrusive noises were shut out! Speech is too often not, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing Thought; but of quite stifling and suspending Thought, so that there is none to conceal. Speech too is great, but not the greatest. As the Swiss Inscription says: Sprecfien ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden (Speech is silvern, Silence is golden); or as I might rather express it: Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity."
That fuller version - 'speech is silver; silence is golden', is still sometimes used, although the shorter form is now more common.
The same thought is expressed in a 16th century proverb, now defunct - as many present-day feminists would prefer it:
"Silence is a woman's best garment."
Silence has in fact long been considered laudable in religious circles. The 14th century author Richard Rolle of Hampole, in The psalter; or psalms of David, 1340:
"Disciplyne of silence is goed."
Wyclif's Bible, 1382 also includes the thought - "Silence is maad in heuen". [made in Heaven]
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I declare March to be
Something considered necessary or highly desirable.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,they are vexations to the spirit.If you compare yourself with others,you may become vain and bitter;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.Exercise caution in your business affairs;for the world is full of trickery.But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;many persons strive for high ideals;and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.Especially, do not feign affection.Neither be cynical about love;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantmentit is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,gracefully surrendering the things of youth.Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.Beyond a wholesome discipline,be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you,no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,whatever you conceive Him to be,and whatever your labors and aspirations,in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,it is still a beautiful world.Be cheerful.Strive to be happy.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Once a year we are required to skill validate our nurses, nurses aides and respiratory therapists to assure their ability to perform the tasks as outlined in their job descriptions.
I get to help with PICC skills validation and education.
(everybody likes my station, I bring chocolate)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
I hope they find a happy home here.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Born on this day--
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Posted byJennifer GericsSep 29, 2007
Vincent Van Gogh, the famous Dutch Impressionist painter, suffered from severe migraines. He was thought to be insane, but migraines were not well-understood in the 1800's. They were thought to be a form of mental illness. Van Gogh spent time at a French insane asylum, St. Remy, where he created one of his most famous works, "Starry Night." It is said that he drew inspiration from his intense migraine auras. Perhaps these headaches enabled him to create the vivid, colorful paintings for which he is so well-known. (from suite101.com)
Quit trying to describe your aura and paint it. (van gogh was nuts too, bi-polar gets my vote but schitzophrenia is still in the running)
Sunday, February 1, 2009
1¼ hours 20 min prep
A recipe by Theresa Williams. She calls it "the best cake in the world." Its delicious!
8 tablespoons butter, room temperature
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup milk
1/2 cup poppy seed
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 oranges, zest of, grated
1/2 cup fresh orange juice
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 Preheat oven to 325°F Grease 10-inch bundt pan (or two small loaf pans).
2 Cream butter and sugar together in a mixing bowl until light and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition.
3 Sift flour, baking powder and salt together. Add to creamed mixture alternately with milk. Mix well after each addition.
4 Fold in poppy seeds, vanilla and grated orange zest. Pour batter into the prepared pan(s).
5 Set on middle rack of oven and bake for 50-60 minutes (less time if baked in loaf pans), or until edges shrink away slightly from sides of pan and cake tester inserted into center comes out clean. Let cake cool in the pan for 30 minutes before turning it out onto a cake rack.
6 When cake has slightly cooled, prick holes in it 1 1/2 inches apart with a long toothpick and pour the *Orange glaze evenly over top. Serve warm. Disposable loaf pans work great for this, as the pans hold all the glaze and keep the cake moist.
8 1/2 cup fresh orange juice.
9 1/2 cup granulated sugar.
10 Combine orange juice and sugar in a small saucepan and simmer gently for 5 minutes, stirring occasionally, until a light syrup forms.
Today in 1893 Thomas Edison opened the first motion picture studio in West Orange,
New Jersey. (see? didn't i say this is orange month?)
John Ford was born in 1894,
and George Pal in 1908.
(could someone please pass the popcorn?)