Thursday, April 23, 2015

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Puppy Love and Senior Adults

Controversy related to Superbowl commercials has already begun. The folks form Godaddy were going to run a spot dealing with a brave little puppy finding its way back home. They have since reconsidered and will not run the commercial due to complaints. One of the clips that I saw related to the commercial featured the folks from the Today show. After they had shown the commercial about the puppy you would have thought they just got through watching some unedited footage form a war-torn country or something.

The folks at Kayak have been running a commercial about a man that has taken over his mothers chair lift. This commercial shows someone taking advantage of a senior citizen. It even shows the lady struggling to catch her breath as she attempts to climb the stairs. I may have missed it, but I have not seen or heard any outcry from the airing of that commercial.

What am I missing? I, personally, did not see anything wrong with the puppy commercial. Nancy (smoking hot wife) seemed to think that it advocated a type of puppy mill situation. This is where people "breed" dogs for purely monetary reasons and usually not in the best of conditions or care for the animals. Which, by the way, I am totally against.
I don't think that I would have had any thought that the puppy commercial was "bad" had I not seen evidence of the controversy. So, in that light. The light of "hey, there is something wrong here"; what about the elderly abuse in the Kayak commercial? Should this one be banned as well. Should we avoid doing business with Kayak because of their portrayal of senior adults? Or,is it just a great form of advertising that gets us talking about the commercial and in turn causing awareness of the company.

If so, job well done.

013115 -- And then there's this --

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Chair Now Sits Empty...

According to A Short History of Chairs*, "the simple definition of a chair as a movable seat, with a back, for a single person". I think that it is also worth noting that "the chair was reserved for kings, lords, and bishops; ordinary folk sat on backless chests, benches, or stools." My daddy could occupy a chair with the same regal stature of the kings of old. He could handle a couch pretty well too. There were many an episode of Walter Cronkite that were "snored through" while reclined upon the couch. But late in life it was the chair.

The chair now sits empty.

One chair in particular. A recliner. A golden recliner. He became close friends with this recliner while recovering from a heart attack several years ago. As one might imagine, this was a special relationship; one that maybe only a guy could understand. There were not many visits that I would not find
him in the chair. He was either deeply involved with a crossword puzzle or helping the folks on the Golf Channel. Sometimes one might think that Walter was on again. I am sure that somewhere along the way great pearls of wisdom were imparted to me from that chair.

The chair now sits empty.

As time rolled on there was less reclining in the chair. Just sitting. Sitting comfortable, mind you, but no reclining. The chair slowly became "Command Central". All the basic needs were within arms reach: the remote, notepad with pen, certain medicines, kleenex and a cow bell. Oh, this was a COW BELL. This was not a little dingky dingy like some might think. This was made of iron, I think, and pealed a rich baritone note that could be heard throughout the house and to a certain degree, outside.

The chair now sits empty.

I mentioned that daddy and the chair became close friends and as with a lot of relationships this one grew stronger as the days went by. Here lately daddy depended on the chair more and more. It was a place of comfort. It was a place of rest. A little bit more padding had to be added to the cair in the form of pillows and at times it was not quite right. But you know what, it was his chair and sit in it he did, comfortable or not. 

The chair now sits empty.

Somewhere in the middle of social theory and ergonomics exists the ideal chair. But when the wide array of applicable theories and artistic sensibilities combine with a world of distinct cultural aesthetics, the perfect chair is as individual as the person* sitting in it.

Daddy doesn't need the chair anymore.

The chair now sits empty.

*A Short History of Chairs, Graham Blackburn

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

The other day, the amazing athletes that are participating in the Tour de France experienced "the cobblestones". On a good day this is a test of men and machine. This particular day it was wet and rainy making the cobblestones extra tricky to navigate. Some of the riders made it through without incident while others fell, bounced and slid their way over the ancient road paving. 
As I go down this road called life there have been times that I have come up on one of those curves. You know what kind of curve: A tight curve, it's raining, at night in the fog; oh, and its paved with cobblestones. It seems easy to go to God in those moments, crying out to him in a critical time of need. I hit one of those curves last week with my heart situation. There was a moment, a small moment, that I was a little scared. Actually there were a lot of little moments like that.
One of those moments was while I was waiting to be wheeled in to get my heart cath done. Two things happened that let me know that God was "on the job". The first was when I had just been parked in the waiting area.
Sensory overload:
>What's next?
>It sure is cold in here.
>Oh no, I think I may have to go to the bathroom.
>Hello, don't forget about me in here!
>Why are the curtains red in the cath lab?
>I'm cold.
>What is this going to be like?
>It sure is cold in here.
In the midst of all of that I began to hear something that quieted my mind. A familiar sound offering peace, security and hope. Some how the TV was changed to a channel that was playing contemporary Christian music that I play on the radio. What a change it made when I heard Matthew West, Third Day and I think Jeremy Camp was in there too.
The second thing that happened was that my doctor, Dr. Morris, came in to see me. He asked me a few questions and did some doctor scribble in my chart. Then he asked me if there was anything he could do for me. Without hesitation, I told him that he could pray for me. He said, "Alrighty" and stepped over to my gurney, grabbed my hand and proceeded to share one of the most special prayers that I have ever heard.
God was definitely there during my most recent wipe-out in life. But what about the everyday traffic jams of life? The everyday bumps in life's road that cause frustration, panic, pain and tears.

The same God that took time to weave together the wings of a gnat, create the Wyoming sunset and put the fish in the sea is the same God that watches over you and me. He is there in the big crashes on life's journey as well as the little
fender benders. We can find Him in the wave from a random stranger, a Facebook post from someone you haven't heard from in ages, even that "enjoy your day" from the lady behind the counter at the e-z mart. Yep, He is there in the BIG bad times and the every day bad times. This is a very good reason to trust him with everything.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Heart Of The Matter (I know its a corny title)

Wow, what a crazy ride the past couple of days have been. Sunday night I woke up with a strange feeling in my chest. Nothing major, I thought, but still a little odd. It passed after about 15-20 mins and I was able to go back to sleep. The day progressed pretty close to normal until about 4:30 or so. The strange feeling in my chest returned. This time it did not go away so quickly. The “something is not right” alarms began to go off. I got up with Nancy and told her what was going on and within the hour we were in the Emergency Room. Six hours later I was admitted to the hospital. Something had shown up in the blood work. There was an elevation in some of the enzyme levels that they use as indicators for cardiac events. I was told that it was slight, but still enough to err on the side of caution. Additional blood work was scheduled and a stress test was ordered. The overnight tests were apparently a little more conclusive because Tuesday morning I was told that I was no longer having a stress test. I was to undergo a heart cauterization. I will admit to you there were a few tears as I evaluated my situation.
The day seemed to drag on as I waited for my procedure. Well, no, it did not seem to drag on, it did drag on. It was sometime in the 3:00 hour that I was finally taken down to the cath. Lab. What an experience that was!
During the procedure the doctor found several blockages. The severity and amount of the blockages was surprising to the doctor. I had 2 arteries with 90% blockage. I was living with high blood pressure and type 2 diabetes, and thought with my current level of exercise, taking note of how and what I was eating and medication that I was on the fairly healthy side of things. Nope. The two 90% blockages were treated; one with a stint and one with angioplasty. The rest is up to me and major lifestyle changes.

I would appreciate your prayer as my life’s journey takes a new direction. I am just glad that I am here to make the change.