Volume 1 No.1
A collection of
unrelated writings
Occasional pieces
that exercise the mind
Senior “take” on
news, world events, or WV
escapades
Invocation of
humor, sense, nonsense and
sensibility
Ramsey Creek Preserve, South
Carolina
“GREEN” SENIORS
FACE BURNING QUESTIONS
Environmentally-conscious senior citizens
who have already purchased their cremation
packages are now being told that their final
exit will be a waste of precious fossil fuels.
After years of hearing about the
ecological horrors of laminated caskets, cement
vaults and those delicious formaldehyde
embalming fluids, we are now informed that
cremation too is an assault on the earth and a
slow burn of our grandchildren’s future.
So what are we to do? Will the friendly
funeral director accept a trade-in for one of
those new natural-fiber shrouds or biodegradable
recycled paper coffins? If so, where will we put
them? We’ve already given our spots in the
family burial plot to less-enlightened
relatives. We no longer have those old homes
with the dirt floor basements, smokehouses, and
cold cellars that might accommodate a rather
large biodegradable package. Besides, our
descendents might object to having to step over
grandma and grandpa to get to the smoked ham or
the root vegetables.
And what if we live long enough to face
several more changes in ecological awareness?
The Fulton Theater allows unlimited exchanges
for subscriber tickets, but will the funeral
industry do the same? Maybe we can just cancel
our subscriptions and pollute the earth by
living forever, but those of us already on that
long downhill slide toward oblivion may not be
sure we want to prolong the process.
Since Willow Valley has already committed
to being our final caregiver, perhaps they can
extend that life-care contract just a bit. They
are already strong advocates of recycling, so
why not just prepare another, much larger,
body-sized recycling bin. One large enough for
multiple bodies would bring the concept of
community cohesiveness to a whole new level, and
the unending source of rich compost would be a
boon to Willow Valley gardeners.
Take heed! "It is not enough to be a
corpse anymore," said Thomas Lynch, an author,
poet and Michigan funeral director. "Now, you
have to be a politically correct
corpse."
ON INSTALLING A
NEW CORDLESS PHONE
We really didn’t think we needed to read
a manual to install a new cordless telephone,
but we did read the section entitled "For best
Performance" and found this example of
scintillating clarity and utter frustration:
"For maximum coverage and noise-free
communications, place your base unit:
1.) At a convenient, high, and central
location with no obstructions between the
handset and base unit in an outdoor environment.
But . . . We live
indoors. Does this include walls? If so, do we
have to have both the base unit and the second
phone in the same room? That's not why we have a
handset, which we assume is the second
phone.
2.) Away from electronic appliances such
as TVs, radios, personal computers, wireless
devices or other phones.
But . . . Now we
know why they mentioned that “outdoor
environment” above. How many of us have even one
room devoid of such electronic devices. Our
apartment is wireless to accommodate our three
computers, two printers, a scanner and extra USB
ports, plus four TVs, two radio/CD players, a
charger for a digital camera, and another phone,
among other digital toys and
appliances.
3.) Avoid facing radio frequency
transmitters, such as external antennas of
mobile phone cell stations (Avoid putting the
base unit on a bay window or near a
window.)"
But . . . We read
this one just as we were trying to figure out
how to safely dangle the phones out the window,
hook the ring into the stereo system so we could
hear incoming calls, and then retrieve the
receiver in time to actually answer
them.
By this time we were dazed, confused and
totally frustrated. After looking around every
room in our apartment, we realized that we might
have to give up most of our other “modern
conveniences” if we want basic telephone service
without cords tying us to a wall.
If a simple phone system is this
complicated, how will we ever cope with the
coming move to totally digital television as
well as with other new technological mysteries?
We are NOT looking forward to February
2009.
HAVING CRUMPLED
THE REJECTION SLIP
A muttering, word-drunk, would-be
poet
takes to her cold, rejected bed
a teddy bear thought to warm and dream
by:
I'll be famous when I'm dead.
--Mary Jean Irion
RETAIL THERAPY
& INVESTMENT PURCHASES
Many Willow Valley residents engage in
retail therapy as a means of coping with the
stresses of retirement living:
• Which doctor do
I go to for this problem?
• Which of the
numerous WV events should I sign up for this
time?
• What if I just
don’t feel like attending when the time
comes?
• Do I really have
to travel to all those family events, especially
if the weather is bad?
• Should I dress
up and risk the food in the dining room or just
grab something from my own
refrigerator?
• Etc., Etc.,
Etc.
To avoid coping with all these heavy
issues, many of us just go shopping or, as we
like to say, practice retail therapy. (This is
as true of the male of the species as it is of
females; we simply go to different stores.) Now,
however, our friend Betty has made even our
therapy a problem. She pointed out that those of
us at a certain age should no longer be making
what she calls “investment purchases,” that is,
we must not invest in any object or article of
clothing without being certain we will live long
enough to reap the full value of the purchase.
This requires that we weigh purchase price
against longevity tables before we turn over the
plastic. Those of us who are mathematically
challenged may find this difficult, and we’re
not sure we want to know the answer in any case.
In fact, many of us have formal attire hanging
in our closets or nifty gadgets moved with us
from our previous homes purchased decades ago
and would have to live at least another lifetime
or two to get the full return on our
investments. And that doesn’t even consider the
adjustment for today’s inflation.
From now on, we may shop only in the
dollar stores!
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