Friday, March 5, 2010

March 5, 2010 - The beginning of the end...

My wife lost two of her aunts this week. One, named Lula, was one hundred and three, and 6 months old. The other, Frieda, was 96 years old. We are glad that we took the time to go to the family reunions and as a result, were able to get to know both of them. Lula's philosophy was the one I hope to live by, even just starting at my age. It was simple, and powerful - If you have a problem in lfe, deal with it, and move on. During her lifetime, she buried one husband and three children. She lived alone on her farm until the age of 101.

I am in the process of cleaning out my mother's apartment. It is not a task that I find enjoyable, but there is no one else to do it. So I am, with help from my wife.
Mother broke her hip, had surgery, and is currently in rehab. From there, she will go right into a nursing home. The fact she is still alive while I go about disposing of her past life is disconcerting. I feel as if I am stealing things, and destroying those things I cannot keep with me, or pass out to the family. It would be easier, I suppose, if she had passed away. Perhaps then I would not feel like I am intruding on her or her space.

Also, a word of advice to all. Make sure your children have the following documents available to them for when they need them. The documents are - A will, a Living Will, and a Power of Attorney document. If these are not available, it makes trying to do what is necessary a real nightmare.

Friday, February 19, 2010

February 19, 2010 - Interesting discovery...

While not revealing the reason behind this comment, I will say that I have found out first hand that if you do not have the financial means to 'play the game' that requires hiring a lawyer, in certain areas of life, one has no legal rights...

The following is in no way connected to the previous comment -
In the state of Virginia, the laws on the books governing housing subdivisions and their respective "Homeowner's Associations" (I only found one) gives the homeowner zero rights in redressing grievances from a legal standpoint.
The subdivision I reside in has 176 houses. The HO Association collects over $14,000 a year from the owners for association fees. I often wondered why. Where did the money go? We have no sidewalks; we have no pool; we have no playground. What was this money used for?
I set out trying to discover, and to alert the 'community', I forced a meeting of the association board, and the homeowners. It was during this meeting I found out the true meaning of 'community'. It means no one gives a damn!
Out of 176 houses where I personally stuffed a flyer about the meeting, which I had printed at my own expense, there was a whopping six people that showed up! Six - out of 176!
What I also learned was that when they board hired an auditor to review the books, he gave up because they were so messed up he couldn't make any sense of them. When the audit was conducted the association had been collecting HO fees for over ten years, amounting to over $140,000. No one knew where that money went. No one.
All I can say is someone had some fun somewhere at our expense, but as I said above, only six people cared.

And that folks, is why the national government can walk all over the Constitution and our rights. No one cares anymore. We are quietly being funneled into a pool of human robots, blatantly being used to cement to power of the rich, and to give them the ultimate decisions as to who lives, and who doesn't.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

February 18, 2010 - Moving to a new project

As of tomorrow, I will have yet another blog where I will write about memories of my life that will offer, I hope, a bit of levity from time to time to the lives of readers. The new blog will be
RobertGodfrey.blogspot.com

I haven't decided what the first entry will be about, but will by the time I actually write in it. I will also attempt to add photos of things and places that I found along the way. Who knows, maybe someone will actually read it and become a "follower".
I will continue to enter on this blog as well, but I will keep all the perhaps not-so-interesting stuff on this blog. I have in the past entered opinion on this as well as other things, and will continue to do so. That way, insomniacs can browse this on occasion to assist them in getting sleepy and passing out over their keyboard. I do, however, regret to say that I am in now way responsible for you waking with a keyboard face...

February 17, 2010 - Thoughts of nothing in particular...

As I slowly, actually, much too quickly, move towards going from an elderly person to an old person, I find myself perusing the obituaries, not so much to see if anyone I knew was there, but to take a pulse of 'the dying generation'. By that I mean I take a rough total of all those persons passing away who were younger than I am versus the number of persons older than I am passing away. As time goes by, there are more younger and fewer older, meaning I am reaching that point where the odds I may soon appear in one of those announcements increases.
I love to read about those whose ages far exceed mine, thinking of all they had seen during their lives, all the history that took place while they could view it. I hope someday to be one of those 'really old' people. I have a ways to go before that happens, and I pray if I am allowed the time, I am aware of it all, right up to the last.

The weather seems to be heading towards spring here in Richmond. The temperatures are beginning to moderate, and there is more rain than snow being forecast for the foreseeable future. While it wouldn't bother me to have another round of a big snow, if it doesn't happen, I can't say I will regret it. I am just now beginning to feel normal with my shoulders not aching all the time from shoveling snow, again and again.

Reading update: Only 25 pages to go in Don Quixote! I have read 866 pages! In small print. no less.

I haven't watched as much of the Olympics as I initially thought I would. For some reason, sitting around watching someone else do something when I could be doing something does not appeal to me. There are too many things I want to do, and am reaching the point where I would rather not even have a TV. Maybe someday soon, there will be one in the trash, and it will be mine! Anymore, most of the time spent is spent watching commercials for medicines I never intend on taking.

Saw an article in the paper where an 84 year old man jumped from a ferry somewhere around Norfolk, and drowned, or died from the action. I would like to know why he did that, but never will. It many ways, I can sympathize with someone that age choosing to end his time on earth, perhaps knowing he would soon end up sitting all alone and staring at the wall for the remainder of his existence, never knowing where he was, or caring. Life really is beautiful; no longer knowing that must be hell on earth.

I am just chock full of happy thoughts today! On the bright side, so to speak, we went to Can Can for a bit of breakfast, having an apricot muffin and an almond croissant. I saw a young lady there who was there the last time we did this, and as she was the last time, was reading a book. I tried to see what she was reading, but to no avail.

There is more interest being shown in Ginny's paintings right now, and we're hoping that will translate into some sales. I put another one of mine out at a store that had sold one of them last December. Wouldn't mind selling it, but we'll see. Still have not painted in a while. Too involved with my writing, that makes nothing $ wise. Why do I keep it up? I have no idea other than because the hope is always there that someday someone will read something I wrote and think it good enough to publish. It's been a long dry spell...

Thursday, February 11, 2010

February 11, 2010 - Bits and pieces...

It's been a few days since I last updated the blog, so here goes...
Not much to report. Did go see "Dear John". Personally, I liked it. However, I was the only guy there. The other 50 or so people were all women... at least, they looked like women. Didn't matter to me.
I am approaching page 800 in Don Quixote! Almost finished. Next will be "The Count of Monte Christo" (Spelling? - I'll check on it and correct if necessary)

I have been very busy attempting to move my mother from the hospital bed she now occupies into a rehab facility, which will be followed by a move to a nursing home. It has not been an easy task. I do not have contact with her for many varied reasons, and as a result, being her only living child, there are certain things that I have to do that would have been easier if she had allowed us to set everything up before she reached the stage she has with dementia.
As a result, I now have to attempt to clean out her apartment after I find out what legal authority I have to do it, if any, and it has to be completed by early March. We have gone over and emptied out the refrigerator so that the food would not spoil, and then took all the canned goods that had not passed their expiration dates to the Foodbank. While at it, my wife cleaned up the kitchen in order not to draw any undesired critters.
But, that's as far as we can go until I can get some clarification from someone on how much leeway do I have to clean it out... If I had Power of Attorney, there would not be a problem. In order to get that, it can take quite a bit of time, and I do not have it.
Warning to all parents who have any respect for their children and grandchildren... set all this up before it becomes necessary! We are going to find a lawyer to handle these things and have all this drawn up, and copies passed out to all our children in the very near future. They should not be punished because their parents were too lazy to have this completed. And believe me, it is punishment!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

February 6, 2010 - Be careful what you wish for!

That is the truth. Just a little over a week ago I was wishing that it would snow during the day so I could watch it. Well, I watched it last Saturday as it dumped a foot plus on us; I watched it yesterday as it dumped a measly 4 inches on us even though it snowed most of the day (the temperature was above freezing, so a lot melted as it fell); and, I watched it snow all day today as it dumped at least another 8 plus inches on us. And, they say it may snow again Wednesday, that after a little "lite" freezing rain on Tuesday. Just what we need!
Today, however, the first time I shoveled, the snow was still slushy and heavy. I didn't go out again until it stopped around 5pm today, and that was a very light snow, kinda like the one last week, so it was not too difficult to shovel.
I'm getting quite good at cleaning the can off. I try and do it while it's cold to keep the ice from forming on it. I use the shovel on the top, and since the shovel is plastic, I don't scratch it up too badly. Easier than using something else, like a broom or something.
My wife hates this; my sons hate this; but me, I finally feel like we have had a winter's winter!
Tomorrow - Starbucks! More headway on Don Quixote! Past page 700. Only about 190 pages to go!
Didn't sleep too good last night. Hope I do tonight.

Friday, February 5, 2010

February 4, 2010 - New storm, memories of things past

Well, here we go again! Third time this winter, no less. Today and tomorrow will bring us a mixture, or not, or snow, sleet, and rain. It started to snow around 8:am, and is to continue through tomorrow, with a total accumulation of between 6 - 18 inches, depending on where one lives. The last time we had a storm that started like this, a very fine snow building over time to the big heavy stuff, we ended up with 18 inches, with the top four being sleet. It was almost impossible to shovel.
For the future, they are calling for some freezing rain followed by more snow come Tuesday and Wednesday of next week. It's funny to hear people blaming global warming for this. I wonder what they will blame next year when it repeats the snow...

Saw "When in Rome" a few nights ago. Predictable, but we knew that already. We went mostly for the scenes of Rome. The last time we were in Rome was the year 2000. That year we also visited Florence, Venice, and the Cinque Terre, five little villages along the northwest coast of Italy.
While in Venice we were enticed, or hijacked if you prefer, by a sales job about visiting an island not far away call Murano. Murano is the world capital for glass blowing. So, we decided to go, and hopped on one of the many speedboats that take you there, free of charge, as they expect to sell you some glass once there.
As we hopped on, yours truly hopped a little too late and proceeded to drive his head down into his shoulders, creating a nasty headache in the process. It was one of those jams where you can hear the bones in your neck crunch, and your head feels like it is being flattened, literally.
However, once there, we enjoyed the trip around the island, and being abel to watch a demonstration of glass blowing by a master. While I cannot remember the man's name, I do remember that he was the one hired to replace all the glass that was destroyed in a fire in the Windsor Castle. (I think it was the Windsor). He had to create the glass for the chandeliers so they looked exactly like they did before the fire. So, we figured he must be pretty good at this.
We have pictures, and someday when I figure out how to add them to my blog, I will do so. Of course, back then, they were actual photographs, not the digital kind, so I need to learn to use the scanner I have as well. Always something!
While there, we did purchase 6 wine glasses. They were shipped to us, and we received them several weeks after we had returned to the states. The place where we bought them keeps records of everything that was ever sold there, and to whom. This is because if one of the glasses were to be broken, it could be replaced. One can tell the quality of the work, because the glasses sing out when tapped.
One of the other things we chanced upon while in Venice was a shop where we found an artist's set up in miniature, complete with easel, tiny brushes, tubes of paint, a seat for the artist, etc., It was amazing detail, and even though it was not in our budget we had to purchase it. As delicate as it was, we managed to carry it around with us for the rest of our trip and return home with it without damaging one single thing! Amazing!

We also saw two homeless men in Italy. The homeless in this country, the US, while not having an easy go of it, seem to have it better in many cases than these men. They were literally filthy, covered in rags - and by rags, I mean clothes that were ragged, shoes with no soles. They had long stringy hair and beards, all matted down with filth. Their eyes, what one could see of them behind all the hair, were watery and bloodshot. I do not know how they lived, if they ever had enough to eat. I had never, nor have I since then, seen two human beings as destitute as they were, although I know there are plenty of them, especially now during the depression.