Wednesday, 29 September 2010
The old gravel has been scraped out and new rock put in place. It will eventually be topped with asphalt clippings or something like that. I could probably remember if I knew what it was.
The house has been vibrating all day.
We were told the lane would have pedestrian access during the construction, but I am not sure what pedestrian would want to navigate over current mess.
When we complained to Mayor Sammy, who came by campaigning the other day, that we were worried about the increased traffic he said he would look into our concerns. I'm waiting to see the outcome. All sorts of outcomes.
(As an aside, the Geek was up on the roof using a hose to clean the eavestroughing when the Mayor sauntered through the yard. He did not get the least bit wet, no doubt due to the Geek's great restraint.)
Monday, 20 September 2010
Winnipeg Free Press - PRINT EDITION
What's the secret? 'No sex after 40'
Centenarians share their formula
By: Carol Sanders
EAT bacon and eggs for breakfast every day except Friday. Lift weights. Be yourself. No sex after 40. Have a sense of humour. Pray.
These are just a few anti-aging tips some true longevity experts shared Sunday at an exclusive party in their honour in south Winnipeg.
A retirement home put a call out inviting Manitobans ages 100 and up for a birthday bash.
Eighteen centenarians showed up at Seine River Retirement Residence Sunday, where they were feted with fancy sandwiches, balloons, birthday cake and politicians' good wishes. Some of the birthday partiers were willing and able to share some wisdom on how to live a long life.
"Be happy and be yourself," said Marge Mewha, who grew up in Teulon. The great-great-grandmother lives in her own apartment and said she gets her exercise keeping the place tidy.
"No drinking, no smoking, no sex after 40," deadpanned Irene Rowlin, who turns 105 next month. She taught piano until she was 85 and served as a school trustee in St. James in the 1960s.
"Work," said Norman Wicharenko, 100, a retired farmer who still lives in his own home in Cooks Creek. He and his wife will celebrate their 74th wedding anniversary next month. He said he makes himself bacon and eggs for breakfast every day except Friday -- porridge day.
"Eat porridge every morning," suggests Myrtle Bargery, 102. She grew up on a farm near Beausejour, has kept her figure and maintained her weight. Bargery and her husband never had kids or owned a car and walked everywhere.
Don't stop moving just because you're old, the centenarians said.
"I work as much and eat as much as I can," said Stella Baran, 101. She lives in her own apartment and prepares her own meals. Baran also lifts free weights, walks laps on a track twice a week and has three great-great-great-grandchildren.
But being so old isn't a piece of cake, said Margaret Loewen.
"I shouldn't be here, but here I am," Loewen laughed. She had skin cancer removed from her face a few days ago, but felt well enough and wanted to attend the party with her peers.
Loewen came to Canada from Russia in 1926 at 17 to work on a farm near Carman before marrying and starting her own farm. When times got tough, she relied on hard work and her faith.
"Call on the Lord and it goes away," Loewen said.
On the farm, there was no store nearby. They survived on the vegetables and chickens they raised, literally living off the land, she said.
Eighty years later, all that exposure to the sun has left Loewen with skin cancer that she regularly has removed.
"It's not easy," she said of being 100 -- not the cancer. Like many of the 100-plus partygoers, Loewen is hard of hearing and her eyesight is is getting worse.
"I can't see faces," said the outgoing woman, who has a dozen great-great-great-grandchildren. Loewen recently moved into a seniors residence. She struggles to recognize her new neighbours at meals but making friends is worth the effort, she said.
"Do a lot to get happy."
Republished from the Winnipeg Free Press print edition September 20, 2010 A3
Saturday, 18 September 2010
We're ok now.
We pushed off into the Seine River off John Bruce Road. Within minutes, my deltoids reminded me we had spent Tuesday in a wheelchair, but they loosened up.
The Seine is quite high for this time of the year, but there has been so much rain, all the rivers are high.
We haven't had a frost yet, but the leaves have started to turn colour.
The beaver have been busy. We wiggled and jiggled ourselves over their dam.
The geese are preparing to fly south, but they are enjoying their time on the Niakawa Golf Course until then. I wonder if goose poop is considered a golfing hazard?
We saw several deer. Nice to see, vexing for those people who find them in their gardens munching on the vegetables.
For this log jam, we had to get out.
After the log jam, the culture of the river changed. We found many shopping carts and bicycles dumped in the river. Maddening.
This little blue bike was small enough to fish out. It will undoubtedly serve as a donor for future bike related projects.
We pulled out at the Niakawa Road pedestrian bridge. Tina took her bike and went to get the truck while I dragged everything close to the street. The air was starting to cool down as I waited. It was a good way to spend the afternoon. Too bad about the trash in the river.
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
A day in a wheelchair is one of the disability awareness assignments for a class at school. It was far more of an experience than I had imagined.
Inside the University itself, life was easy. The floors are smooth and there are elevators to take you from one level to another. The wheelchair ramps, however, are quite steep and I had a hard time rolling myself up. I don't know what someone with little upper body strength would do, especially if they had no one to push them. I was very puzzled about the doors on the wheelchair accessible washrooms; they all had automatic hinges but not door openers. It was very difficult to get inside.And I was quite surprised that the shortest way between the University and Health Sciences Centre proper did not have automatic doors on the University side. People passing through with me held the doors for me.
I was a little worried about taking the bus as classmates had told stories about difficulties they had for this part of the day, but my bus driver was extremely helpful. He flipped the ramp out as soon as he saw me, and offered a hand when I slewed off course pushing myself up into the bus. I grabbed the rails on the doors instead of his hand as I was worried he would hurt his back; he was standing in a very awkward position for pulling. He took my ticket after I was fully on board, and asked where I wanted to get off. When we reached Corydon, he dropped the bus and the ramp and I was on my way.
The sidewalks between Stafford and Harrow sloped terribly toward the street. I was mildly aware of this before but in the chair, I could only push with the arm on the downhill side to attempt to keep myself going straight. Someone with less arm strength could not do it alone-they would wind up on the street, after falling off the edge of the curb.
When I got to my office, the wheelchair ramp was much too steep to roll up; I had to grab the rails to pull myself to the top. The doors to the building were both automatic with both hand and foot buttons. I found it easier to use the foot controls. I couldn't reach the phone to dial in, so one of the Admin. Assistants opened the door. When I got inside, my co-workers were all horrified to suddenly see me on my new wheels. There were many double- and triple-takes. I was able to get to all areas of my office except my desk. That would have to be changed, but that was no surprise. I didn't try to use the bathroom, but I expect it might be a bit of a problem as it does not have an automatic door.
My next stop was Grant Park Mall. I tried to get in through the McNally-Robinson door, but the outside door opens out and they are not automatic. I was backing away to go and try a different entrance when I man crossed from the parking lot and opened the door for me. The inside door opened in, so I put my feet against them and pushed until I was far enough inside to grab the door frame and pull myself inside. McNallys has wide enough aisles that I could get around easily but I wouldn't be able to reach the top shelves. I don't think I would be able to get up to the childrens' section; I've never seen and elevator but if I wanted something, I am sure a staff person would fetch it for me.
I took the wheelchair ramp down to the level where Safeway, Tim's and the Liquor Store are found. It is a three stage ramp. The first two stages are a very gentle slope but you gain great speed on the last leg. Going back up, I had to pull myself using the side rails for the 'fast' section but the other two I could wheel up.
Safeway's aisles are wide and easy to navigate. I would have to have help with things from the top shelves, but anyone under 5'4" needs help with that. The liquor store had everything within easy reach (what does this say?)
Access to the house, as expected, would need to be modified. A wheelchair ramp or scissor jack would have to be installed, and the front yard would have to be levelled.
I could access the bedrooms, kitchen and living room but could not make it into the bathroom or close to the kitchen sink until the Geek modified the foot rests..In order to use the bathroom a transfer pole or ceiling-track hoyer would have to be installed. The bathtub needs a bath bench or said hoyer. The sink was easy to reach, but we made it that way when we did the bathroom renovations.
I would have to move some file boxes to access the closet in my bedroom and the clothes rods would have to be lowered. I couldn't see into the top drawer of my dresser, but I know where everything is in that drawer.
I could use the sink in the kitchen because it is butterfly shaped. I could cook on the stove as it is right now if the pots were not too tall. Both would have to be lowered for optimal use. I could not reach the top shelf of the 'fridge, or any of the cupboard shelves except the lowest ones in the pantry.
We would need a stair lift to access the basement as I'm not sure where we would put laundry appliances on the main floor. Once in the basement a slight ramp would get me into my sewing room.
The wheelchair itself was extremely uncomfortable. The arm rests were about two inches too high causing me to hunch my shoulders. The back was too narrow and again, my shoulders suffered by being rolled forward. There was no lumbar support and the footrests extended much too far forward. This put a great deal of strain on my lower back and my neck when I pushed myself around. When the Geek modified the footrests my feet were tucked underneath me so I could protect my back a little better and move around the house more easily. The wheelchair also needed positraction. If I was on uneven ground, the one wheel with less weight would spin and I would be stuck. That is what has happened in the picture below. I had to wait for the Geek to come and push me free. (You can also see how my shoulders are pushed forward.)
We took a little walk around the neighbourhood. The sidewalks are terribly uneven -the Geek pushed me because I don't think I would have been able to push myself. The neighbours were shocked to see me as well. I was happy to reassure them that the wheelchair was only temporary.
The strangest thing about the whole day was how strangers looked at me. While there were many who were happy to open the door and help if I asked, the large majority of people looked right through me. I don't know if they didn't want to intrude, or maybe they didn't know how to talk to a disabled person. It was very odd.
So what did I learn? Many of the approaches to the street are in horrible repair and in some cases you can't even tell there is an approach. The sidewalks are terribly uneven and many slope toward the street. Wheelchair ramps are very steep. If I didn't have a great deal of upper body strength, I would not have been able to go to half of the places I did.
Other than my neck and my back, my thenar eminences hurt the most. I must have been gripping the hubs on the wheels harder than I thought.
All in all, I hope to never have to live in a wheelchair. I could manage at home, and that the homes of friends and family, but the outside world leaves much to be desired.
The city has hired a couple of Occupational Therapists but I think all city officials should have to spend a day in a wheelchair. It is an eye-opener.
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Saturday, 11 September 2010
One thing that caught my eye were a pair of funky shoes. They weren't my size, but they fit the Geek perfectly. This is not the sort of thing the Geek would normally wear, but they were too fun to leave behind.We were going for supper at a friends, so of course, what else would she wear?