Month: February 2022

Never, never, let a machine know that you are in a hurry or on a deadline.  Earlier this afternoon, as I was starting this week’s blog, my computer screen didn’t look right.  In fact, it looked really wrong!  So, of course, I called my computer savior, Roger, who kindly took things in hand, fixed everything, and got me back into work mode.  Thank you, Roger.  I had a few ideas about what this week’s subject would be, knowing that I had several in mind, none of which was worth an entire blog.  I decided to write about just a few of them; a little piece at a time.

Thinking Out Loud

I recently told you what a terrific neighborhood I live in.  I began thinking about other things in my life that make my life better.  There are a lot of them, so I’ll try to keep it to some basics like inventions.

An invention is something that no one thought about before and now it exists.  Like shoe strings.   Or equal to that – aglets.  That’s a tag or metal sheath on the end of a lace, a cord, or ribbon to facilitate its passing through an eyelet.  (Definition: American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, 1982 edition)  Thus, on to more inventions.

I had something else planned for today’s blog, but changed my mind.  This early morning, I was sitting on my bed surrounded by three – THREE -CPAP machines.  To understand what happened, you may need some “back story.”  So, here it is.

By now, you know that I have macular degeneration.  I also have AFIB.  I use a CPAP machine.  And, after my fourth (and, I’ve decided, my last) sleep study, my doc ordered an oxygen concentrator for me to use at night; an oxygen concentrator to use with the CPAP machine, as well as a new CPAP machine.

I live in the best neighborhood in the world.  I know you hear that a lot from me, but I honestly think I do.  Have you thought about your neighborhood, lately?  What do people do for each other?  What happens when there is an emergency?  My neighborhood has a couple who are now recovering from a COVID spell.  Fortunately, their confinement has not been too difficult.  Next door neighbors brought groceries, snowplowed the sidewalk after a snow; in general, were long distance caregivers.  Because I’m eighty -three now, my job was to stay away, when I got home from Wisconsin – even though I did offer assistance that I would be able to provide long distance.