Showing posts with label Lloyd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lloyd. Show all posts

Thursday, November 4, 2010

HIATUS

The word of the day for November 4, 2010 is "hiatus"
noun
\hī-ˈā-təs\
Latin, from hiare to yawn — more at YAWN
1. a : a break in or as if in a material object : GAP [the hiatus between the theory and the practice of the party — J. G. Colton] b : a gap or passage in an anatomical part or organ. 2. a : an interruption in time or continuity : BREAK; especially : a period when something (as a program or activity) is suspended or interrupted [after a 5-year hiatus from writing]. b : the occurrence of two vowel sounds without pause or intervening consonantal sound.


It's been way too long since I last wrote. I do hope you all got through the summer well. I've been adjusting to life with Lloyd in a care home. Now that his meds are straightened out, he is adjusting to the home, himself.

It is such a relief to know that someone is always there if he falls, that I don't have to argue or cajole him to take his meds, that I don't have to tell him repeatedly that chocolate is not good for the dog.

The staff at Golden Living of Wichita are competent and cheerful. They're always willing to answer my questions. They listen to what he says, even when his diction is unclear or just incoherent.

Lloyd in the dayroom-taken from the foyer of Golden Living of Wichita.

Our quote for today is from Henry Fielding. (1707–1754), The History of Tom Jones “IV. In Which Is Introduced One of the Pleasantest Barbers That Was Ever Recorded in History, the Barber of Bagdad, or He in Don Quixote, Not Excepted":

“Alas! sir,” answered the shaver [barber], “my father disinherited me for
it. He was a dancing-master; and because I could read before I could dance, he took an aversion to me, and left every farthing among his other children.—Will you please to have your temples—O la! I ask your pardon, I fancy there is hiatus in manuscriptis. I heard you was going to the wars; but I find it was a mistake.”—“Why do you conclude so?” says Jones. “Sure, sir,” answered the barber, “you are too wise a man to carry a broken head thither; for that would be carrying coals to Newcastle.”

;^) Jan

Sunday, March 7, 2010

ANCIENT

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The Golden Gate Bridge with Happy 80th Birthday Lloyd

It's official. My husband's 80th birthday was Friday. I provided cake for the residents and staff of Golden Living. The Golden Gate Bridge is Lloyd's favorite spot. In 1977 he successfully jumped from the south end of the bridge.*


Lloyd


Cyb, Claudia and I went in together to buy him an MP3 player with headphones and a lanyard. (I engraved his name in several places on the case and headphones and stitched his name to the lanyard.)


Claudia and Mitchell


Claudia brought her son Mitchell with her from Arkansas. On being asked, Lloyd told her that he was sixteen.


Staff put the MP3 player in his bed table at night, so I got it out for him both yesterday and today. He enjoys the music I loaded. I'm going to have to find more 50s and 60s jazz for him.




The word of the day for March 7, 2010 is "ancient" -

Pronunciation: \ˈān(t)-shənt, ˈāŋ(k)-shənt\

Function: adjective

Etymology: Middle English ancien, from Anglo-French, from Vulgar Latin *anteanus, from Latin ante before — more at ante-

Date: 14th century

1 : having had an existence of many years
2 : of or relating to a remote period, to a time early in history, or to those living in such a period or time; especially :
of or relating to the historical period beginning with the earliest known civilizations and extending to the fall of the western Roman Empire in a.d. 476
3 : having the qualities of age or long existence: as a : venerable b : old-fashioned, antique



Our quote for the day is from Thomas Fuller (1608–1661), Of Marriage.:

They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to
bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the
halter.

;^)



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*No big deal - he only jumped from the bridge walkway to the approach walkway!