I know it’s not Monday, but I’m sure you all will enjoy this song, anyway. It’s 90 degrees here, so I echo the sentiment.
You’d be amazed at how many health care professionals don’t know how to help people with disabilities. Patty offers her own experiences with such personnel and a great strategy for those in the health care profession. The key is effective communication and the realization that there are times when the patient knows best.
Good afternoon, and happy Mother’s Day to CAMPBELLSWORLD VISITORS!!!
Campbell, and I hope this day finds you feeling most awesome, and realizing that no matter your circumstance, you are truly blessed.
If you read my earlier post, Positive Perspective On the Other Side of the Help Desk Yet Again: Making Myself Whole, you know that I was admitted to Asbury Place Kingsport on May 8 after a short stay at Holston Valley Hospital.
I’m happy to say, that I’m recovering nicely, and in fact am sitting outside in a lovely patio area, enjoying the afternoon sun. However, it is this very thing, that has finally moved me to post this post.
During both my stay at Holston Valley Hospital, and now, Asbury Place, I’ve learned that the Medical Profession is, absolutely the least educated of any profession that deals with the public than any I’ve ever run across ever in…
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Here’s something for those of you, like me, who have lost our mothers. Lynda will be guest posting right here on Tuesday, so stay tuned.
I didn’t realize it was National Teacher Week until I saw this. Did you have a teacher who inspired you? Please share your memories either here or on Alice’s blog.
A Tribute to Teachers during Teacher Appreciation Week
by Alice Jane-Marie Massa
Since we are in the midst of Teacher Appreciation Week and since yesterday (May 9, 2017) was National Teacher Day, I have been thinking of the many teachers who have been so important in my education, in my life. My list of teachers whom I significantly appreciate will not be announced in a “Top Ten” manner, but will be presented in chronological order. While I will name only a limited number of teachers, I realize that I have learned something from each of my teachers and professors. In this week’s Wordwalk, I will focus on teachers through my eighth grade; in next week’s blog post, I will concentrate on teachers from Clinton (Indiana) High School and professors from Indiana State University and Western Michigan University. I hope that my tribute to my teachers will bring forth positive memories…
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Welcome to Scale it Simple’s Spring Blog Party!
If you have been looking for the perfect way to spend a low-key Easter Sunday then you are in the right place!
What better way to spend some downtime than by meeting fellow bloggers, eating chocolate, drinking tea and reading some awesome blog posts?
The rules are simple.
1. Choose one of your favorite blog posts from your own blog. Any and all kinds of posts are welcome.(Untasteful or inappropriate posts will be removed.) You can share up to three links. Wait some time in between your posts for best results.
2. Paste the link in the comment section of this post and write a little bit about yourself and/or your blog.
3. Share this party on at least one social media platform in order to invite your blogging pals. The more the merrier!
4. Now grab some chocolate, a glass of your…
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One morning years ago at the Sportsman’s Lodge in Los Angeles, while most of my extended family was gathered for my uncle’s wedding, we were sitting around the pool, discussing what we would do that day. The men wanted to go sailing, and the women wanted to see some sights. At the age of twenty-three, I’d never been on a sailboat but had done my fair share of sightseeing, and being young and visually impaired, I didn’t find that at all appealing.
When I invited myself to go sailing with my brother, dad, and two uncles, they readily agreed, and we set off. At a marina, we found a captain willing to take us on a three-hour cruse for a fee, which would increase if we made a mess. Before heading out, we ate lunch at a nearby establishment where I had a cheeseburger with French fries and a Coke. Once we hit the high seas, I wished more than ever that I’d gone to look at museums and other attractions with my grandmother and aunts.
I wrote a poem about this experience several years ago. Kathy Waller’s 100-word short story inspired me to post it. Click on the title to hear me read it.
In the summer of 1984, my family sets sail
from a marina at Redondo Beach, California.
The rented boat glides through smooth port waters.
A college kid, the only woman on board,
once we hit rough waters,
my stomach revolts.
Moments later, while holding the leaking sack
containing what was once my lunch, Uncle Tony asks,
“Will the EPA mind if I throw this overboard?”
“No problem,” says Shawn, the captain.
He hands me a bucket,
places a hand on my shoulder
while I let it all out.
A helicopter whirrs overhead.
“They’re making a movie,” Uncle Jon speculates.
Oh boy, I always wanted to be in a movie,
I think, huddled over my white bucket,
Barfing on the High Seas.
Later, Shawn reminisces about man overboard drills.
Still nauseated, I glance at the water, the shore.
If I jump in, try to swim,
will I make it?
After three hours, back in calm waters,
I step onto the dock,
exhausted, sunburned—it could be worse.
Afterward, I learned that the women not only saw some sights but also went to an ice cream parlor where they encountered a celebrity from Hill Street Blues. Oh well, some choices we make in life aren’t always good ones.
Today is Billy Collins’s birthday, so it’s only fitting that I re-blog a review of his latest book from last November.
by Billy Collins
In the author’s usual humorous style, poems in this collection reflect on jazz, nature, writing poetry, and other subjects. In “Lucky Cat,” Collins suggests betting with other humans on the actions of felines. In “Only Child,” he longs for a sister to help care for his aging parents. In “The Bard in Flight,” he imagines what Shakespeare would do on an airplane. The collection’s title comes from the poem “On Rhyme,” in which he reflects on such common sayings as “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.”
Billy Collins is one of my favorite poets. I heard about his latest collection when he appeared live yesterday on A Prairie Home Companion. Of course he read a few of his poems, and I was hooked. Needless to say, I downloaded the book and spent last night reading the…
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