Friday, November 18, 2016

Taking Care of Mom

It's November 18, 2016.

Mom is 89 years old today and I'm here with her now.


I'm sitting on the new couch at Palermo, waiting and listening while the nurse Sandy (short from Sandipat) gently talks mom through the Pas de Deux called Having A Shower. I'm glad we have Sandy here to help in this way. Mom's got a hospital-type bed in the living room. It's right next to the sunny doorway onto their patio deck, and on the other side of the bed is the piano.


I'm here for a few hours while dad goes to the hospital for a heart stress test. He's had his own health issues springing up during these past several months. He thinks he might have to get another stint installed. He recently had a pacemaker put in, and a few years before that he had stints put in. Which reminds me, brother Gerry had a couple of stints put in last summer. Just like that he went from 90% blockage and regular chest pains to "normal."

Mom's heart is a trooper, but these days it is under seige. She's been losing weight and is down to about 100lbs. The muscles of her heart are deteriorating steadily. It's like the central power station is on the fritz. It affects all of her systems and her thinking from time to time. She's very, very tired. On oxygen all the time.

I'm glad I can be here with her today.

"Glen I want out of here," I hear her voice from the bathroom. She is sitting in the shower and wants to get out. So I go into the bathroom and Sandy and I lift mom off the shower seat and into the chair. Mom doesn't want to get dressed in the bathroom; she wants to go into the bedroom to get dressed, so that's what we do.


The green outfit is one of mom's favourites. In a few minutes we've got her hair brushed and she perked up for a nice birthday photo.

Happy Birthday Mom!

For another article about Mom called Dorothy Jean Brown, Loving and Caring click  https://brown-history.blogspot.com/2016/12/dorothy-jean-brown.html

Thursday, September 01, 2016

My son Ian composed and recorded this with his friend Brock Hewitt yesterday. I'm glad I could loan him the car to go to Waterdown where the studio is. It's a damn fine piece of writing. #kudos

Thursday, May 05, 2016

Wednesday, April 06, 2016

What I'm Reading - Feb 2016

Title: The Industries of the Future
Author:  Alec Ross

The book explores how technological developments and global shifts and trends will create our future, whether we like it or not. 

Key idea: "Societies that do not overcome their negative cultural legacies regarding the treatment of women will founder in the next wave of innovation."

1. Here Come The Robots

LIASMA - This is my acronym for LIfe ASsist MAchine. As it turns out, aging populations in many developed countries will not have enough people available to care for them. The answer is already being developed in Japan, where research and development of assistive robots is underway. How do you feel about a robot brushing your mom's teeth, or helping her get out of bed? 

The combination of cultural, demographic, and technological factors means that we will get our first glimpse of a world full of robots in East Asia.

2. Genetics and Genomics: The Future of the Human Machine

Many of the most powerful Chinese leaders believe that genomics is the next trillion-dollar industry, and they are determined to be its leader.

A Mohawk Graduation Recital

Matthew Pullicino, March 14, 2016



Photos: Gillian Bochenek

Sunday, January 24, 2016

For Me, December 2nd is Jay Keddy Day

I drive by Ghost Bike a few times a week. The little white bike stands silently with flowers, photos and notes attached. Cars and trucks rush by. Ghost Bike sits there and calls out to me. I cannot ignore the prompting as it urges me to ponder the meaning of my existence every time I drive by. I am becoming familiar and thankful for Ghost Bike, and at the same time a little bit afraid.

Silent Sentinel

Ghost Bike


Your destiny is to stare me down
To catch my eye and steer my thoughts toward you
As you silently testify
On a narrow gravel strip between
Speeding metal in front, quiet hedgerow behind
A strip too small to call a refuge for the living
Or a safe place for a metallic siren
Such as yourself
Inches from the murderous flow of which I am a part

You are a poignant reminder of life's gamble
"I dare you to try it again," you say.
"I will not so easily be kicked to the sidelines
Made of metal as I am and not flesh and blood,
Nor will I so easily be kicked out of the game
Unlike your precious friend..."

I will remember him.
Innocent, yet kicked out of Life's adventure
In an instant
So rudely and unkindly
So very unexpectedly
So tragically
So violently

We are all left standing in awe
His family, his friends
Colleagues
We circle around your sacred perch
In testimony.

And we feel...

Very helpless
  A little betrayed
    Mostly sad
      Entirely humbled
        Inexplicably angry


Wednesday, January 20, 2016

My Kids in New York City, Times Square

I am so proud to be their dad!
Ian, Olivia, Elinor #bestkidsintheworld