Written for me November 19, 2006 in Miami when I left for Seattle.
When did I say
It would ever be okay
For you to leave?
How do we let go
Of all the years
And all we’ve known
From bliss to
Heartache and back again
We’ve seen it all
Though I know
We’ll always be close
I wanted you to stay
And remain where I am
For all the coming years
Of dinners and lunches
And knowing you’d be
Right where I could
Find you?
Fate robbed you of your sight
And now steals you from mine
And I’m just not ready
For you to move clear
Across this vast country
To another world
And I do know
That you had little choice
And that ultimately this
Will most likely be
A good move for you
And maybe I’ll learn
To accept that you
Just don’t live here anymore
But I’m not there yet
I want to hold onto you
And keep you from going
And keep you near
Is this a poem?
Or something else?
Does it convey
The sense of loss
And deep sadness
I am feeling?
In this week of Thanksgiving
As you fly away
Carrying my heart
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
On falling
Falling is fatal for old people. For us it is a darn nuisance. Life is an interesting challenge with visual impairment and even more so with a broken wrist. My clever tenant who is 81 got bumped in a supermarket and started to fall. Instead of saying what people usually say,”Oh, Oh”, he said,”Catch me.” Now isn't that clever?
Two or three people grabbed him and he didn't fall. Bravo!
These are called adaptive techniques. We can learn them and now you have.
My friend John, who I met at the lighthouse for the blind, told me that he had been visually impaired all his life and had never driven a car. He always wanted to. His friends took him out on a powerboat into the Atlantic Ocean and gave him the steering wheel. There were no other boats around. It was clear to the horizon. They said, “Go for it, John” and he put the boat in full throttle and drove. He loved the feeling of the motor and the energy of the boat and that he had full control.
Control is one of the areas that we sometimes feel we have given up.
What has been wonderful for me has been taking bus lessons. I have wonderful instructors from Laidlaw transportation. They have a whole division for private us instructions and help the elderly and handicapped and the visually impaired learning how to use the bus systems in Seattle. I was so excited. My first trip was to Capitol Hill where I go to a low vision support group. Everyone in the group comes by bus and I was arriving by taxi so I was excited to learn how to get there by bus. The tricky part is knowing where to get off the bus, although the bus driver usually tells you, but not always. Once off the bus I have to know whether to go around the corner and wait for the bus or crossover the street and wait for the next bus or cross diagonally and wait for the bus. The transfers are tricky. Especially because in Seattle downtown streets run one way so there is always some walking when transferring. I made it all the way up to Group Health with my bus instructors and then they asked me if I could find my way to my classroom. I said, “Yes, I think I can." I started to walk forward and along came a very dapper-looking gentleman, obviously cited as he was walking very fast and with a balance in his walk, looking good. I stopped him and asked if he knew the way to the South building. He responded, ”Take my arm and I will lead you there.” So I did and there I was in a few minutes in the South building. I turned around and there were my two instructors and I smiled and said,” I did it!” They said, ”You failed, you were supposed to get here by yourself.” “I thought that my job was just to get here, whichever way worked. And besides, wasn't he a cute guy?” My instructor said,” So was Ted Bundy!” That was my first day of bus glasses. I did get better, more compliant is probably a better word. But only when my instructors are watching. I still like to ask people for help because it is a way of engaging others and I like to talk to people. I have pretty good radar and usually pick middle-class regular kind of folks. I could have been ashamed but I was just amused.
Once I got the idea of how to get around my bus instructor inadvertently told me how to get to the casino on Bainbridge Island. It is practically a straight run from my apartment. I get on the bus across the street and take it to the end of the line. The 16 bus ends at the Bainbridge ferry. I get on the ferry, take a nice little ferry ride, get off the ferry and there is a bus waiting to take me to the casino. The casino bus meets every ferry. In 15 minutes I was playing blackjack. Can I see the cards? No. But I have a system. I tell the dealer that I can't see the cards. Since everyone’s’ cards are up, the dealer or sometimes the person just sitting next to me tells me what I have. The only other piece of information I need is what the dealer is showing. I have a seven and a four in the dealer has an eight. I double down and usually win. The dealer gives me my winnings in five dollar chips so that I can count them. When I have mixed chips like green chips which are $25 then I can get mixed up and occasionally make a bet larger than I planned. . But once the dealer knows my situation they are usually watching out for me. I am so happy at the casino. I feel so empowered being able to get there and play with the help of no one except the dealer. I can come and go, go for lunch, go to the table, and have the best time.
Two or three people grabbed him and he didn't fall. Bravo!
These are called adaptive techniques. We can learn them and now you have.
My friend John, who I met at the lighthouse for the blind, told me that he had been visually impaired all his life and had never driven a car. He always wanted to. His friends took him out on a powerboat into the Atlantic Ocean and gave him the steering wheel. There were no other boats around. It was clear to the horizon. They said, “Go for it, John” and he put the boat in full throttle and drove. He loved the feeling of the motor and the energy of the boat and that he had full control.
Control is one of the areas that we sometimes feel we have given up.
What has been wonderful for me has been taking bus lessons. I have wonderful instructors from Laidlaw transportation. They have a whole division for private us instructions and help the elderly and handicapped and the visually impaired learning how to use the bus systems in Seattle. I was so excited. My first trip was to Capitol Hill where I go to a low vision support group. Everyone in the group comes by bus and I was arriving by taxi so I was excited to learn how to get there by bus. The tricky part is knowing where to get off the bus, although the bus driver usually tells you, but not always. Once off the bus I have to know whether to go around the corner and wait for the bus or crossover the street and wait for the next bus or cross diagonally and wait for the bus. The transfers are tricky. Especially because in Seattle downtown streets run one way so there is always some walking when transferring. I made it all the way up to Group Health with my bus instructors and then they asked me if I could find my way to my classroom. I said, “Yes, I think I can." I started to walk forward and along came a very dapper-looking gentleman, obviously cited as he was walking very fast and with a balance in his walk, looking good. I stopped him and asked if he knew the way to the South building. He responded, ”Take my arm and I will lead you there.” So I did and there I was in a few minutes in the South building. I turned around and there were my two instructors and I smiled and said,” I did it!” They said, ”You failed, you were supposed to get here by yourself.” “I thought that my job was just to get here, whichever way worked. And besides, wasn't he a cute guy?” My instructor said,” So was Ted Bundy!” That was my first day of bus glasses. I did get better, more compliant is probably a better word. But only when my instructors are watching. I still like to ask people for help because it is a way of engaging others and I like to talk to people. I have pretty good radar and usually pick middle-class regular kind of folks. I could have been ashamed but I was just amused.
Once I got the idea of how to get around my bus instructor inadvertently told me how to get to the casino on Bainbridge Island. It is practically a straight run from my apartment. I get on the bus across the street and take it to the end of the line. The 16 bus ends at the Bainbridge ferry. I get on the ferry, take a nice little ferry ride, get off the ferry and there is a bus waiting to take me to the casino. The casino bus meets every ferry. In 15 minutes I was playing blackjack. Can I see the cards? No. But I have a system. I tell the dealer that I can't see the cards. Since everyone’s’ cards are up, the dealer or sometimes the person just sitting next to me tells me what I have. The only other piece of information I need is what the dealer is showing. I have a seven and a four in the dealer has an eight. I double down and usually win. The dealer gives me my winnings in five dollar chips so that I can count them. When I have mixed chips like green chips which are $25 then I can get mixed up and occasionally make a bet larger than I planned. . But once the dealer knows my situation they are usually watching out for me. I am so happy at the casino. I feel so empowered being able to get there and play with the help of no one except the dealer. I can come and go, go for lunch, go to the table, and have the best time.
Getting information
As I pour my tea the person sitting next to me says,” 0h, oh!”.
Now I know that the cup is full or my cup runneth over.
Now I know that the cup is full or my cup runneth over.
It's all about adapting
August 4, 2005 I lost my sight in Santa Fe, New Mexico. With my kind of condition one usually loses sight due to a stroke which happens as you wake up in the morning or as you put your feet on the floor. It is due to a very low blood pressure. So I probably lost my sight in the early morning but I didn't realize it until I was driving. It was the day of my niece Rebekah’s wedding reception. I was with my friend Irene and we were staying at someone's house. It was a difficult driveway to get out of and Irene directed me out of the driveway. I was focusing on what she was saying and not really about what I was seeing. And as I drove down the lane things were looking very fuzzy. I came to a stop light and didn't know whether to stop. I stopped and sort of figured out that I had to make a left turn. I started to make a left and I realized that I no longer could see what I was doing. I said to Irene, “I can't see the road.” She said, ”Pull over!” I said,” I can't see the side of the road.” She said what any intelligent person would say at this time, “Yaaaah!” Screaming, she eventually guided me over, took the wheel, and I have never driven since. It was the consensus of the people at the wedding reception that I should get to a lower at altitude as soon as possible as the stroke to my optic nerve may have been caused by the altitude. Santa Fe is at 7000 feet. We left the party, packed up and scooted out of town as fast as we could. We got down to Albuquerque and that was as low as we can go without getting our plane to Miami. I was in a bit of a shock, sad, but not dysfunctional as you can see next. As we pulled in to the parking lot of our hotel in Albuquerque, I saw a sign and I asked Irene what it said. She said that it was a casino bus that would take a hotel guest to a casino. I decided to go after dinner. Our plane did not leave until the next morning. After dinner I got on the casino bus. Irene thought I was crazy and would not let me go alone even though she dislikes casinos. We went on the bus ride and I got to the casino and started to play blackjack. I was so happy that I could do something. Once Irene realized that I was safe and could get right home on the same bus, she left, went back to our hotel, and I stayed at the casino and played and played. Irene could not believe what I was doing. She said that if she had lost her sight that day she would be crying and freaking out and here I was at the casino playing blackjack.
Although there were some crying periods, it has been a great deal of fun as well. Amazing life experiences that I could never have imagined before. I was a student at the Miami lighthouse for the blind. I was studying computer, personal care, mobility, and exercise. I especially liked the exercise as we had a marvelous trainer named Joe and he taught me strength training so my back stopped hurting and lots of balance exercises so that I did not lose my balance when I was out walking. Although I have a class schedule, there were times when I did not go to class. Sometimes I would get into a discussion with somebody and it was so interesting that I just didn't go to my next class.. After all, it's not like college whereyou get demerits for not showing up or possibly flunk the class.
One day my counselor called me into the room and sat me down. I thought, “Oh, no, they're going to throw me out for skipping classes.” I was so worried. I had started to really enjoy the computer classes and just being at the Lighthouse with people like me. But Sylvia, my counselor said,” no, we are not throwing you out - just the opposite - we are giving you an award for being the student who has accomplished the most this year in computers. The Rotary club will be giving you an award next week at a luncheon.” I was so amazed and thrilled. And this was the first of a number of awards. My exercise teacher chose me as the student who had accomplished the most in exercise class. This was an amazing shock to me. Here I am 66 years old, chubby and blind and I am being awarded for my exercise diligence. But we had a huge article about Joe and me and our exercise class in the Miami Herald. This was followed by a television show where we simulated the blind exercises we did. We even did a local radio show. The newspaper article went national and I got a call from my cousin in Connecticut who said that she had opened her newspaper and there I was exercising in the blind school. She was thrilled, sent me a copy of the article, and now I have it in my scrapbook.
Although there were some crying periods, it has been a great deal of fun as well. Amazing life experiences that I could never have imagined before. I was a student at the Miami lighthouse for the blind. I was studying computer, personal care, mobility, and exercise. I especially liked the exercise as we had a marvelous trainer named Joe and he taught me strength training so my back stopped hurting and lots of balance exercises so that I did not lose my balance when I was out walking. Although I have a class schedule, there were times when I did not go to class. Sometimes I would get into a discussion with somebody and it was so interesting that I just didn't go to my next class.. After all, it's not like college whereyou get demerits for not showing up or possibly flunk the class.
One day my counselor called me into the room and sat me down. I thought, “Oh, no, they're going to throw me out for skipping classes.” I was so worried. I had started to really enjoy the computer classes and just being at the Lighthouse with people like me. But Sylvia, my counselor said,” no, we are not throwing you out - just the opposite - we are giving you an award for being the student who has accomplished the most this year in computers. The Rotary club will be giving you an award next week at a luncheon.” I was so amazed and thrilled. And this was the first of a number of awards. My exercise teacher chose me as the student who had accomplished the most in exercise class. This was an amazing shock to me. Here I am 66 years old, chubby and blind and I am being awarded for my exercise diligence. But we had a huge article about Joe and me and our exercise class in the Miami Herald. This was followed by a television show where we simulated the blind exercises we did. We even did a local radio show. The newspaper article went national and I got a call from my cousin in Connecticut who said that she had opened her newspaper and there I was exercising in the blind school. She was thrilled, sent me a copy of the article, and now I have it in my scrapbook.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Succeeding in Seattle
How to have a life and to enjoy life during the present financial crisis
This information is good at any time but especially good during a time of crisis. In this many pronged approach to life, we will look at the areas in our life which can be altered to make our lives better.
Financially
How to make more money
start a small service business
dog walking
yard work
cooking meals
upholstery
sewing, knitting
2. sell product from home
a. something you make like food, Christmas ornaments, baked goods,
b. sell something someone else makes – this become a little problematic, involving taxes, etc.
3. barter your services or products
legal ramifications
a. barter income should be reported on your IRS tax return
b. Sales tax should be collected and relayed to the proper authorities
4. take in another occupant to your home and charge rent
How to save money
1. easy and obvious
a. cut your cable to basic or completely out
b. put your thermostat down to 65
c. travel by bus whenever possible
2. creative and more interesting
hang your clothes out to air instead of dry cleaning
become a vegetarian for several days a week
eat meat sparingly instead of regularly
start enjoying whole grains
watch DVDs with friends (see social below)
3. far out
a. convert your house to energy efficient
b. sell your car
c. move to a smaller place
d. move in with relatives
e. consider not having a pet
Socially
How to have fun with on money at all
1. card games
2. have a dancing evening
3. instead of alcohol served punch
4. watch DVDs with friends
5. hiking
6. biking
7. fishing
8. camping
9. skating
How to have fun with children
1. go to the zoo
2. play card games
3. play ball games
4. go to the park
5. go hiking
6. go biking
7. go skating
How to have fun on no money at all
Emotionally
How to make life a wonderful experience on very little money
1. laughter is the best way
a. funny DVDs
b. funny CDs
c. the best of humor
written humor
spoken humor
live microphones in clubs
comedy clubs
comedy clubs at home
Community
1. giving to the community is what creates happiness
2. if you have material excess, share your food,
3. share your blankets, share your clothing
4. if you have time in excess, give time to others
a. read to the blind
b. drive the disabled some place
c. take somebody for a walk
d. go to the supermarket for a friend who can't get there
e. help a friend who is too nice to ask
f. filing for a friend
Spiritually
1. using the Law of attraction to gain lots of fun and happiness in your life
2. using Spirit, guides
3. take part in a religion of your choice
4. anything else that you call spiritual to make your life work
How to have your life work on no money at all
Joy and love are not about money
Joy watching the sun rise, spring flowers bloom, the Pacific Northwest in all its glory, stars in the night, soft air when it becomes spring time, kisses from babies, kisses from dogs, hugs from your friends, groups, there is so much love to be had
Love in it all its forms makes everything worthwhile. Love from babies, our children our family or friends and adult love, if we are lucky.
We are so blessed to live in freedom where we can speak what we think, live without fear of reprisal, and enjoy what nature has to offer us.
This material is just off the top of my head. It is not meant to be the final product. Far from that, it is meant to be the starting point. Would be interested to meet to discuss “How we can make Ourselves Happy”? Please call or write:
Claire Anderson, MS. E. D.
cla327@aol.com
This information is good at any time but especially good during a time of crisis. In this many pronged approach to life, we will look at the areas in our life which can be altered to make our lives better.
Financially
How to make more money
start a small service business
dog walking
yard work
cooking meals
upholstery
sewing, knitting
2. sell product from home
a. something you make like food, Christmas ornaments, baked goods,
b. sell something someone else makes – this become a little problematic, involving taxes, etc.
3. barter your services or products
legal ramifications
a. barter income should be reported on your IRS tax return
b. Sales tax should be collected and relayed to the proper authorities
4. take in another occupant to your home and charge rent
How to save money
1. easy and obvious
a. cut your cable to basic or completely out
b. put your thermostat down to 65
c. travel by bus whenever possible
2. creative and more interesting
hang your clothes out to air instead of dry cleaning
become a vegetarian for several days a week
eat meat sparingly instead of regularly
start enjoying whole grains
watch DVDs with friends (see social below)
3. far out
a. convert your house to energy efficient
b. sell your car
c. move to a smaller place
d. move in with relatives
e. consider not having a pet
Socially
How to have fun with on money at all
1. card games
2. have a dancing evening
3. instead of alcohol served punch
4. watch DVDs with friends
5. hiking
6. biking
7. fishing
8. camping
9. skating
How to have fun with children
1. go to the zoo
2. play card games
3. play ball games
4. go to the park
5. go hiking
6. go biking
7. go skating
How to have fun on no money at all
Emotionally
How to make life a wonderful experience on very little money
1. laughter is the best way
a. funny DVDs
b. funny CDs
c. the best of humor
written humor
spoken humor
live microphones in clubs
comedy clubs
comedy clubs at home
Community
1. giving to the community is what creates happiness
2. if you have material excess, share your food,
3. share your blankets, share your clothing
4. if you have time in excess, give time to others
a. read to the blind
b. drive the disabled some place
c. take somebody for a walk
d. go to the supermarket for a friend who can't get there
e. help a friend who is too nice to ask
f. filing for a friend
Spiritually
1. using the Law of attraction to gain lots of fun and happiness in your life
2. using Spirit, guides
3. take part in a religion of your choice
4. anything else that you call spiritual to make your life work
How to have your life work on no money at all
Joy and love are not about money
Joy watching the sun rise, spring flowers bloom, the Pacific Northwest in all its glory, stars in the night, soft air when it becomes spring time, kisses from babies, kisses from dogs, hugs from your friends, groups, there is so much love to be had
Love in it all its forms makes everything worthwhile. Love from babies, our children our family or friends and adult love, if we are lucky.
We are so blessed to live in freedom where we can speak what we think, live without fear of reprisal, and enjoy what nature has to offer us.
This material is just off the top of my head. It is not meant to be the final product. Far from that, it is meant to be the starting point. Would be interested to meet to discuss “How we can make Ourselves Happy”? Please call or write:
Claire Anderson, MS. E. D.
cla327@aol.com
Crisis stirs community spirit
Originally published Sunday, February 8, 2009, The Seattle Times
Crisis stirs community spirit
Barack Obama's call to organize prompted about 40 household meetups in the Seattle area this weekend. And while people leading the meetings support Obama's agenda in D.C., many are looking for solutions closer to home.
You can find a list of local economic-recovery meetings at the Organizing for America Web site, my.barackobama.com/recoveryplan . Then type in your ZIP code. It was around the time the U.S. Senate decided to grant tax credits for buying $49,500 cars that Claire Anderson took the plunge.
She is blind, 68, and, as she likes to joke, "between husbands." Yet she took a deep breath last week and invited 15 total strangers to come to her Ballard apartment for a meeting, at 4 p.m. today.
The topic: The crashing economy. Specifically: What can we do?
"I think we're headed back to the days of the victory gardens," Claire said. "We have to figure out how to help ourselves. We can't be isolated. We can't sit around and wait for the government."
Hers is only one gathering, in one apartment. Still, it has the feel of a movement. Call it urban survivalist. Most of the ideas are not new, but the collapse of supposedly rock-solid institutions such as banks is taking it up a notch.
It's the do-it-yourself spirit. Only doing it together.
Claire's is one of about 40 household meetups in the Seattle area this weekend, prompted by Barack Obama's new "Organizing for America" project. Obama suggested the meetings last week, tapping his 13 million-deep e-mail network for the first time since becoming president.
He's trying to community organize the nation. He's got his own agenda: rallying support for his economic-stimulus bill.
But what struck me in talking to people leading these meetings is how little they are looking to Washington, D.C., for any help.
They support Obama, sure. But many feel the ways out of this crisis are local.
"If this was just about politics, or lobbying Congress, I wouldn't do it," said Rosetta Sanz, 60, a "grandma for change" who is holding a meeting in Puyallup. "To me, this is about what we can do for each other. Not what the government can do for us."
Jose Carino in North Seattle is using his meeting to try to form "volunteer groups for mutual aid." The idea is to help one another with routine tasks and services, such as child care. Only to do it off the usual grid.
In my one-hour talk with Claire Anderson, she mentioned barter networks. Local food cooperatives. Neighbor-to-neighbor financial loans. Clothing swaps. Even sewing circles to recycle clothes.
It's like the formation of credit unions back in the Depression, when banks had failed, so people made their own banking clubs.
Claire realizes most of her ideas for economic survival might have the perverse effect of pinching the economy.
"If you're ironing your clothes instead of going to the dry cleaner, you're hurting the dry cleaner," she said.
But there has to be a change in our easy-credit consumer culture, she said. Even if it's painful.
"I think we're in terrible trouble," she said. "I like how Obama throws it back on us. He says — what can you do? The point here is to get ready by going back to the one institution you know you can count on, which is community."
Despite all the hope about Obama, there is ample skepticism about the stimulus bill. Sanz called sending out tax-rebate checks "ridiculous." People seem to approve of the direct infrastructure and energy spending, because it builds something. Said Anderson: "A lot of it seems to be just doling out money."
Take the car-tax credit, added last week by the U.S. Senate. It would make interest payments on new-car loans tax deductible, for cars costing up to $49,500. The premise is to spur car sales.
Because the government doesn't have the money for this program, though, it would have to borrow it. So the government is borrowing more money in order to entice you to borrow more money. All to get us out of a crisis caused by ... too much borrowing!
Senators should go to some of these house meetings. They'd see that when people said they wanted change, they meant it.
Danny Westneat's column appears Wednesday and Sunday. Reach him at 206-464-2086 or dwestneat@seattletimes.com.
Copyright © 2009 The Seattle Times Company
Crisis stirs community spirit
Barack Obama's call to organize prompted about 40 household meetups in the Seattle area this weekend. And while people leading the meetings support Obama's agenda in D.C., many are looking for solutions closer to home.
You can find a list of local economic-recovery meetings at the Organizing for America Web site, my.barackobama.com/recoveryplan . Then type in your ZIP code. It was around the time the U.S. Senate decided to grant tax credits for buying $49,500 cars that Claire Anderson took the plunge.
She is blind, 68, and, as she likes to joke, "between husbands." Yet she took a deep breath last week and invited 15 total strangers to come to her Ballard apartment for a meeting, at 4 p.m. today.
The topic: The crashing economy. Specifically: What can we do?
"I think we're headed back to the days of the victory gardens," Claire said. "We have to figure out how to help ourselves. We can't be isolated. We can't sit around and wait for the government."
Hers is only one gathering, in one apartment. Still, it has the feel of a movement. Call it urban survivalist. Most of the ideas are not new, but the collapse of supposedly rock-solid institutions such as banks is taking it up a notch.
It's the do-it-yourself spirit. Only doing it together.
Claire's is one of about 40 household meetups in the Seattle area this weekend, prompted by Barack Obama's new "Organizing for America" project. Obama suggested the meetings last week, tapping his 13 million-deep e-mail network for the first time since becoming president.
He's trying to community organize the nation. He's got his own agenda: rallying support for his economic-stimulus bill.
But what struck me in talking to people leading these meetings is how little they are looking to Washington, D.C., for any help.
They support Obama, sure. But many feel the ways out of this crisis are local.
"If this was just about politics, or lobbying Congress, I wouldn't do it," said Rosetta Sanz, 60, a "grandma for change" who is holding a meeting in Puyallup. "To me, this is about what we can do for each other. Not what the government can do for us."
Jose Carino in North Seattle is using his meeting to try to form "volunteer groups for mutual aid." The idea is to help one another with routine tasks and services, such as child care. Only to do it off the usual grid.
In my one-hour talk with Claire Anderson, she mentioned barter networks. Local food cooperatives. Neighbor-to-neighbor financial loans. Clothing swaps. Even sewing circles to recycle clothes.
It's like the formation of credit unions back in the Depression, when banks had failed, so people made their own banking clubs.
Claire realizes most of her ideas for economic survival might have the perverse effect of pinching the economy.
"If you're ironing your clothes instead of going to the dry cleaner, you're hurting the dry cleaner," she said.
But there has to be a change in our easy-credit consumer culture, she said. Even if it's painful.
"I think we're in terrible trouble," she said. "I like how Obama throws it back on us. He says — what can you do? The point here is to get ready by going back to the one institution you know you can count on, which is community."
Despite all the hope about Obama, there is ample skepticism about the stimulus bill. Sanz called sending out tax-rebate checks "ridiculous." People seem to approve of the direct infrastructure and energy spending, because it builds something. Said Anderson: "A lot of it seems to be just doling out money."
Take the car-tax credit, added last week by the U.S. Senate. It would make interest payments on new-car loans tax deductible, for cars costing up to $49,500. The premise is to spur car sales.
Because the government doesn't have the money for this program, though, it would have to borrow it. So the government is borrowing more money in order to entice you to borrow more money. All to get us out of a crisis caused by ... too much borrowing!
Senators should go to some of these house meetings. They'd see that when people said they wanted change, they meant it.
Danny Westneat's column appears Wednesday and Sunday. Reach him at 206-464-2086 or dwestneat@seattletimes.com.
Copyright © 2009 The Seattle Times Company
Life in the Fast Lane
November 2008
Yes, I know it's been a long time since I wrote. I can explain everything. Are you sure you want to read my excuse? Well, I've been busy. If I gave the list it will sound like I am on a treadmill. It doesn't work out that way in real life. I've become quite the night owl. I have had insomnia all my life. I remember having trouble falling asleep when I was eight or nine years old. All my life it was such an issue because I had to get up to go to work and take care of my children. Now I don't have those issues. I go to bed around one or 2 a.m. I get up around eight, throw on some clothes over my pajamas, walk the dog, and in 20 minutes I am back in bed and sleep until 10 or 11. I just love it. Sometimes I listen to a book for two or three hours and am up at 4 or 5 a.m. I don't give it a thought. Although my neighbors may be wondering what’s going on in my apartment.
I have a new method of getting books and listening. It is called the Victor Stream Reader. I can download as many as 80 books on to this player which is as big as a deck of cards. The actual chip that I put in my computer and into the reader is as big as a quarter. Isn't that amazing? I can put it in my pocket and listen to books when I take walks or when I am in the gym or on the bus or just at home. When I am out I hook it up to earphones. At home I hook it up to a speaker system so I can walk around and cook and do laundry and listen to books. I still love that multitasking.
The books are downloaded from a site called the National Library Service. They have 170,000 books. Not a lot of books. So many books I want are not on their site. Also, members are allowed to download 30 books a month. Only I feel put-upon. I am chomping at the bit waiting for the time to be up so I can get some more books. This is how I felt as a child when I was allowed to check out only 6 books at a time from the library. I was so happy to become an adult with no amount restrictions. One time I ordered over 100 books when I was doing research. They were delivered to me in cartons from the library. Now with the Internet I suppose people don’t order books like that anymore. Too bad!
I just finished reading a book called “Crashing Through” which is the true story of a man by the name of Michael May, who is alive today and lives in San Francisco. Michael, after being blind for 44 years, had his vision restored through the use of stem cell surgery. Most of the book is about his trials of trying to adjust to a new life with vision. It is quite an amazing story and I was telling my family about it. My grandson Kalyan asked me if I would want to have my good eyesight back. As I thought about it I realized that it would be as much of an adjustment to good eyesight as has been the last three years adjusting to being blind. I have built a whole life around being partially sighted. I have been looking for a good term to describe my condition or situation. In the medical world it is called legally blind, 20/800. In the blind community it is called low vision. I have called it a half cup of vision but it is a full half cup. My life is so filled up with accommodations and adjustments, all of which are quite terrific, and if I had my vision restored, all of this would go away.
My wonderful and loyal companion DaVida, who is the joy of my life. Through a variety of services I am able to take care of my self and my home so well. These include Jennifer, a volunteer through Community Services for the Blind, who comes over once every two weeks and we spend a few funny hours solving computer issues. She is so smart and has become a good friend. In fact, we set up a blog together. It is listed at the bottom of this letter. If you sign up on the blog, you will receive an email whenever there is a new posting. She has helped me build a social network here.
A terrific nurse’s aide, Analia, through my home nursing care insurance program comes several times a week. She and I do personal care and go to the market and to doctor’s appointments and bank and other kinds of chores.
Then there are services such as free directory assistance on the telephone and free movies in movie theaters and first row seats in theaters. I certainly love the attention and being special. Wherever I go people stopped to talk to me about my dog and they tell me how beautiful she is. Then they tell me about their dogs and cats, they're dead dogs and cats, how much they love dogs and cats. So there are so many conversations everywhere. If I were just the regular sighted person I would not be getting all of this attention and help. It took me quite a while to adjust to all of the help as I used to be extremely independent as you well know. But now I am enjoying it and I feel as if I am in charge and do not feel like I have lost my independence. It has been an interesting balancing act of being dependant and independent. I feel that I have accomplished it. It was not easy. The first year was extremely difficult for me as I felt that I had lost my independence. Interestingly enough, I feel in control of my life now even with all the help I get because I can decide what each person who comes here does for me. It just feels like managing a business as I have done for many years. I am so grateful to them for being in my life and making my life work.
People say it takes two to three years to adjust to new life experiences. It has been just two years since I moved to Seattle. I do love it here including the weather. Although it is often gray and dreary outside, people here are always having fun. As soon as I walk into the library, or a restaurant, or my home or someone else's home, it is always warm and full of life. I actually find it easier to be outdoors here than I ever did in Miami, where it was always hot. It is so much easier to be outdoors in cool weather. The trick is to dress properly. I have an indoor/outdoor talking thermometer and I can always check what the weather is outside before I go out. Then I dress appropriately so I can be outdoors and walk it. It is a different adjustment than if I were driving around. Then you can keep a lightweight jacket and a heavyweight jacket in the car and switch during the day. I have to dress in layers so I can discard a layer during the day when it warms up. Everyone carries a canvas bag or a backpack for that purpose. It is a different group of people who travel by bus and walk. Many are executives, working people, retired people, and then there are the others. I won't dwell on this group except to say that there is a large contingency of homeless and mentally ill will ride the buses and one has to get used to that. Enough said.
So now I have been retired for three years, legally blind for three years, a Seattle resident for two years, and a guide dog partner for 1 1/2 years. Life has fallen into an easy pattern of stress-free living. I am enjoying myself almost all the time. There are some periods of boredom, but that is not such a terrible problem. I never feel lonely. There are so many people and friends and family and helpers in my life. But I used to be an adrenaline junkie, and still feel that need running in my blood. That is why I was running three businesses until I lost my good eyesight. I always liked living on the edge. I still get that kick from playing poker but it is something to explore, but need for excitement or adrenaline kicks. I think some people like the opposite, calmness and no excitement, but not me.
For quite a while they excitement, anticipation, and worry about the economy and politics and whether Obama would get elected without any voter’s fraud preventing his election created stressing and worrying. Now that he has been elected I find myself relaxing more about politics but not economics. I trust he will gather the best minds to work on the world's problems as he has done so far. I certainly wouldn't want his job but I am so glad that he has it.
So now I find myself retired and thinking in different ways about life. I think of those less fortunate than I and how I can help them with my energy and my good intellect. There are so many people in need that it is quite overwhelming to decide which way to turn. I have been putting my energy into helping grow the Toastmasters, including the prisoners, putting energy into the Mensa group of Western Washington, putting energy into a homeless community here in Seattle, helping some of the seniors at the Unitarian Church, and looking for other roles. I, at first, didn't know how I could do volunteer work with my diminished eyesight. Now I know that my abilities as an organizer and leader are needed in every organization to which I belong. That is how I am now volunteering. It seems to be appreciated. All the practice of organizing dinners and speakers for the Wharton Club and the Harvard Club and the Yale Club and the Certified Financial Analysts have helped me become an event organizer. Now I am able to use those abilities here. So I am coming in to my own in the organizations to which I belong. You see, you knew I would find myself and I even knew, I just didn't know how it would work out. This is how it worked out and it seems so obvious. It always does after you figure it out.
Yes, I know it's been a long time since I wrote. I can explain everything. Are you sure you want to read my excuse? Well, I've been busy. If I gave the list it will sound like I am on a treadmill. It doesn't work out that way in real life. I've become quite the night owl. I have had insomnia all my life. I remember having trouble falling asleep when I was eight or nine years old. All my life it was such an issue because I had to get up to go to work and take care of my children. Now I don't have those issues. I go to bed around one or 2 a.m. I get up around eight, throw on some clothes over my pajamas, walk the dog, and in 20 minutes I am back in bed and sleep until 10 or 11. I just love it. Sometimes I listen to a book for two or three hours and am up at 4 or 5 a.m. I don't give it a thought. Although my neighbors may be wondering what’s going on in my apartment.
I have a new method of getting books and listening. It is called the Victor Stream Reader. I can download as many as 80 books on to this player which is as big as a deck of cards. The actual chip that I put in my computer and into the reader is as big as a quarter. Isn't that amazing? I can put it in my pocket and listen to books when I take walks or when I am in the gym or on the bus or just at home. When I am out I hook it up to earphones. At home I hook it up to a speaker system so I can walk around and cook and do laundry and listen to books. I still love that multitasking.
The books are downloaded from a site called the National Library Service. They have 170,000 books. Not a lot of books. So many books I want are not on their site. Also, members are allowed to download 30 books a month. Only I feel put-upon. I am chomping at the bit waiting for the time to be up so I can get some more books. This is how I felt as a child when I was allowed to check out only 6 books at a time from the library. I was so happy to become an adult with no amount restrictions. One time I ordered over 100 books when I was doing research. They were delivered to me in cartons from the library. Now with the Internet I suppose people don’t order books like that anymore. Too bad!
I just finished reading a book called “Crashing Through” which is the true story of a man by the name of Michael May, who is alive today and lives in San Francisco. Michael, after being blind for 44 years, had his vision restored through the use of stem cell surgery. Most of the book is about his trials of trying to adjust to a new life with vision. It is quite an amazing story and I was telling my family about it. My grandson Kalyan asked me if I would want to have my good eyesight back. As I thought about it I realized that it would be as much of an adjustment to good eyesight as has been the last three years adjusting to being blind. I have built a whole life around being partially sighted. I have been looking for a good term to describe my condition or situation. In the medical world it is called legally blind, 20/800. In the blind community it is called low vision. I have called it a half cup of vision but it is a full half cup. My life is so filled up with accommodations and adjustments, all of which are quite terrific, and if I had my vision restored, all of this would go away.
My wonderful and loyal companion DaVida, who is the joy of my life. Through a variety of services I am able to take care of my self and my home so well. These include Jennifer, a volunteer through Community Services for the Blind, who comes over once every two weeks and we spend a few funny hours solving computer issues. She is so smart and has become a good friend. In fact, we set up a blog together. It is listed at the bottom of this letter. If you sign up on the blog, you will receive an email whenever there is a new posting. She has helped me build a social network here.
A terrific nurse’s aide, Analia, through my home nursing care insurance program comes several times a week. She and I do personal care and go to the market and to doctor’s appointments and bank and other kinds of chores.
Then there are services such as free directory assistance on the telephone and free movies in movie theaters and first row seats in theaters. I certainly love the attention and being special. Wherever I go people stopped to talk to me about my dog and they tell me how beautiful she is. Then they tell me about their dogs and cats, they're dead dogs and cats, how much they love dogs and cats. So there are so many conversations everywhere. If I were just the regular sighted person I would not be getting all of this attention and help. It took me quite a while to adjust to all of the help as I used to be extremely independent as you well know. But now I am enjoying it and I feel as if I am in charge and do not feel like I have lost my independence. It has been an interesting balancing act of being dependant and independent. I feel that I have accomplished it. It was not easy. The first year was extremely difficult for me as I felt that I had lost my independence. Interestingly enough, I feel in control of my life now even with all the help I get because I can decide what each person who comes here does for me. It just feels like managing a business as I have done for many years. I am so grateful to them for being in my life and making my life work.
People say it takes two to three years to adjust to new life experiences. It has been just two years since I moved to Seattle. I do love it here including the weather. Although it is often gray and dreary outside, people here are always having fun. As soon as I walk into the library, or a restaurant, or my home or someone else's home, it is always warm and full of life. I actually find it easier to be outdoors here than I ever did in Miami, where it was always hot. It is so much easier to be outdoors in cool weather. The trick is to dress properly. I have an indoor/outdoor talking thermometer and I can always check what the weather is outside before I go out. Then I dress appropriately so I can be outdoors and walk it. It is a different adjustment than if I were driving around. Then you can keep a lightweight jacket and a heavyweight jacket in the car and switch during the day. I have to dress in layers so I can discard a layer during the day when it warms up. Everyone carries a canvas bag or a backpack for that purpose. It is a different group of people who travel by bus and walk. Many are executives, working people, retired people, and then there are the others. I won't dwell on this group except to say that there is a large contingency of homeless and mentally ill will ride the buses and one has to get used to that. Enough said.
So now I have been retired for three years, legally blind for three years, a Seattle resident for two years, and a guide dog partner for 1 1/2 years. Life has fallen into an easy pattern of stress-free living. I am enjoying myself almost all the time. There are some periods of boredom, but that is not such a terrible problem. I never feel lonely. There are so many people and friends and family and helpers in my life. But I used to be an adrenaline junkie, and still feel that need running in my blood. That is why I was running three businesses until I lost my good eyesight. I always liked living on the edge. I still get that kick from playing poker but it is something to explore, but need for excitement or adrenaline kicks. I think some people like the opposite, calmness and no excitement, but not me.
For quite a while they excitement, anticipation, and worry about the economy and politics and whether Obama would get elected without any voter’s fraud preventing his election created stressing and worrying. Now that he has been elected I find myself relaxing more about politics but not economics. I trust he will gather the best minds to work on the world's problems as he has done so far. I certainly wouldn't want his job but I am so glad that he has it.
So now I find myself retired and thinking in different ways about life. I think of those less fortunate than I and how I can help them with my energy and my good intellect. There are so many people in need that it is quite overwhelming to decide which way to turn. I have been putting my energy into helping grow the Toastmasters, including the prisoners, putting energy into the Mensa group of Western Washington, putting energy into a homeless community here in Seattle, helping some of the seniors at the Unitarian Church, and looking for other roles. I, at first, didn't know how I could do volunteer work with my diminished eyesight. Now I know that my abilities as an organizer and leader are needed in every organization to which I belong. That is how I am now volunteering. It seems to be appreciated. All the practice of organizing dinners and speakers for the Wharton Club and the Harvard Club and the Yale Club and the Certified Financial Analysts have helped me become an event organizer. Now I am able to use those abilities here. So I am coming in to my own in the organizations to which I belong. You see, you knew I would find myself and I even knew, I just didn't know how it would work out. This is how it worked out and it seems so obvious. It always does after you figure it out.
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