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Thoreauvian Thought for the Day

I read but little, but the least scraps of paper which lay on the ground, my holder, or tablecloth, afforded me as much entertainment, in fact answered the same purpose, as The Iliad.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden Pond


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The Voice of One Crying…

Reading more on the health care situation here in these United States, The Week magazine had an article stating how doctors have been forced to become less personal with their patients, staring at the computer to get all the facts, rather than looking into their patient’s eyes.  All due to “getting it recorded right” for the insurance agency.  (And now let me add my own humble opinion here–“so they can decide for the doctor what the ‘best’ treatment is.”).

This thought provoked a deep memory for me.  The memory of Dr. Matthew Boname.  Dr. Boname was the general practitioner here in Oxford, New York for I don’t know how many years, but he was in his 90’s when he was forced into retirement (by insurance, I might add).  I remember sitting across from his huge enormous desk, lit by the small desk lamp, watching it glow across his timeworn cheeks, as he discussed my condition.  Mostly we went when we were ill, or needed immunizations, I think.  My mind is a little foggy on it.  While I have the memories, they are the memories of a child.

His wife was his nurse (until she passed away).  He recorded the details of his patients’ lives on 5×7 index cards, all handwritten.

Dr. Boname was highlighted in TIME issue on pain July 11, 1984.  This information is a contribution by Dr. Mary Boname, granddaughter. 


Her Brown Thumb

Those who know me recognize my lack of responsibility when it comes to live plants, gardening, etc.  it’s just beyond me.  But I have tried and tried with this patchouli plant.  Spindly for the last 9 months, I finally gave in to trimming, and trying to root parts of it. All dead attempts.  And I googled this!  Root in water (no, that killed within 12 hours), just stick in dirt (death at a faster pace).  I keep trying.  This is it’s current state (see photo).  I have recently added freshly used coffee grounds to aid the recommended acidity level to the soil. Proper water, no over watering. Sunny southern exposure. Music from perfectly tuned wind chimes (Corinthian wind chimes, for wind chime fans). 

 Expert help greatly appreciated and accepted at this point.  Fresh new leaves encouraging, but I need HELP!

The Shopping List

Must haves:  

  • Bread
  • Milk
  • Butter
  • Bar soap

Probably a good idea to have:

  • Leafy greens
  • Fruit!

What I’ll probably do:

  • Start with list 1.  
  • Think about list 2.  (List 2 requires effort on my part, doing something besides making the sandwich.)

Thus, the life of the single person goes.  And limited income.  And trying to be frugal, despite lack of wisdom.  For example:  it’s so much easier to buy a pint of lo mein and eat off it for 3 days than to cook daily.  And it’s only $4!  I do think this is why some seniors end up with poor nutrition.  No desire to mess up a kitchen for one!

This morning I can hold my head up though.  Farm fresh eggs from farmers market, combined with onion (sautéed, never raw!), mozzerella and freshly grated Parmesan (which no lactose laden home should be without), topped with salsa!  However, off to the store I go…