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Monday, October 20, 2014

The Carpenters - Karen Carpenter's Drum Solo



YT is at it again...
Enticing me with titles like this one.

Karen Carpenter truly happy, fully engaged in the music.
Love her style!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Mountain Woman


mountain woman

dressed in deerhide
sewn with sinew thread
and 
a needle made of bone.

She is
Weathered,
Rugged,
a Fragile Human
under all her tough exterior.

She learned to skin a rabbit
before she could read.

After she learned to read,
She could still skin a rabbit.

mountain woman,
plain,
Jane,
I want to call her.

I think I knew her in another time
in the North Country.


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

#fracking update

#fracking
update...

I have been getting many updates from the list and today I thought I would put them together here...

from the addison independent...
warning: subscription required
http://addisonindependent.com/201410opinion-phases-i-and-ii-critical-getting-natural-gas-rutland

from Boston Business News: Governor Patrick of Mass questions need for pipeline
http://www.bizjournals.com/boston/blog/mass_roundup/2014/10/patrick-administration-launches-review-of-states.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+bbj_morning_roundup+(Boston+Morning+Roundup)

Define "rubber stamp"
http://vtdigger.org/2014/10/10/psb-wont-reopen-vermont-gas-pipeline-case/?utm_source=VTDigger+Subscribers+and+Donors&utm_campaign=ebcbec29b8-Weekly+Update&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_dc3c5486db-ebcbec29b8-405544597

And for some good news...

http://earthjustice.org/news/press/2014/ny-communities-triumph-over-fracking-industry-in-precedent-setting-case

that's all I can handle now...
tgiff!
meg

Friday Night Music...a #fracking song...

From the internet...

(we stopped satellite tv and now surf for clips like this one)

Neil Young talking cars, fracking, politics and music.
Then playing music on the next clip...
Then a photo for Stephen...and one for Neil <3 p="">


Thursday, October 16, 2014

Nursing circa 1980 ish

Nursing

1980-ish

I graduated from Nursing school in 1980. 
Most of what I learned about nursing was learned on the job,
The classroom gave me the foundation,
My protocol, My ethical framework.

When you start out,
You must develop your own expectations.
Working for hospitals for 15 years,
It took me too long to learn that lesson.

They said, go there, do that,
Don't question (I did anyway),
Don't complain (I did anyway),
Don't Think...

In the early 1980's, several diseases emerged:
HIV and Hepatitis C.
Both transmitted by blood and body fluids.
Both were labelled as mysteries until more became known,
As more people died, got sick.

As nurses on the front line of the sickest,
We had no protective gear back then.
We had to even nag for gloves.
Chemo waste went down the drain.
Radiation I have been exposed to: never measured...
Trust me to say it was a lot when you want none.

I stabbed myself with plenty of dirty needles,
Carelessy re-capping needles, 
fumbling in the dark to restart an IV,
Finding a mystery needle in bed linens,
Always sharp end first.

Even new machines,
No prep,
No manual,
Sometimes missing an essential piece.

We had no time to complain and no one to complain to,
The patient took front seat,
The doctor needed our support,
I'm the only RN on tonight for 27 patients.
Neurology/Male Urology and overflow from other units.
An LPN to give meds and aided to turn, clean people and check vital signs.
The doctors home in bed or over in the doctor residence hall.
There is a finesse to calling doctors,
Especially at night.
You had to learn who wanted to be called,
When a resident doctor should be called.
Ultimately the nurse is responsible,
hopefully.

So with all the hooplah about Ebola,
I will say there are contagious diseases which pose more threats to spreading. Like Flu, Meningitis, HPV. 
Many diseases have immunizations.

As I look back to the day when suddenly we admitted young wasted away thin, sick looking men who came for a work up.
When HIV was finally discovered to be the culprit, People became hysterical. No one wanted this disease.
Non A, Non B Hepatitis became Hepatitis C. Another mystery.
No special precautions at first....

Universal Precautions came from this experience.
If you touch blood or body fluids, anticipate and wear gloves,
protective clothing.
Wash hands,
Stay a good distance away from a cougher.
Calm down.
Grow up, nurse.
We all had to take responsibility at some point.
Do not blame nurses, or doctors or patients.
Ebola is a virus.







Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Archives Monkton Chronicles June-July-August 2014


For the Archives...


August 2014

August 20, 2014. Reflections on a Cold Summer in Vermont. Jumping thru hoops, walking on wires, careening down switchbacks without guardrails, skinning knees, elbows, forehead and chin. Just to access my hard earned pensions. Really mostly sitting, stirring when I can, focusing on the virtual hoops I used to juggle for clients as a nurse case manager. Why was it so easy then? On my journey I have found...because now, it is about Me. And before, Itried, I really tried
to see my clients as me...close...as close as i could be.
The Social security doctor reviewed my clinical info while I "gave report", a familiar nurse framework of explaning Subjective data: I feel, Objective: I see,Assessment: I conclude, Plan: Pretend we're talking about my client.
The doc said, You don't cry much, do you? I smiled and said, Taught not to. Stopped there....shut up mary...less is better...hoops, tightropes, no net. meg
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August 8th and finally Catching up on my Chronicles. Seeing any day now I will trip over the 40,000 visitor mark. These numbers are our validation, even if a mistaken click, a google snafu, a slip of a keystroke. I miss friends I had when I started blogging. Herrad, Sherry. Where are they now? As they dissolve into the ethereal unkown, I make new friends, virtual pals. Harder all the time. The daunting paperwork stream trying to collect benefits, little here, little there, it takes all one's sap to accomplish. Precious little left over. And I sit here, thankful for a career of nursing, with half of my years in case management. Somehow, even with my understanding, it is hard to accept the role of being needy, weak, un-able. Then a good day rolls along and, hey! maybe things are ok. Regarding the town, I am following their tax sale status. How intolerant is the new selectboard? How much will they take of people's bread? The tax rate, not set yet, is being charged to us right now. Wish I could charge them a late fee, like bait and switch penalty. Then interest. But hey, the town is us and we would have to pay again. my, my, my.
Regarding the proposed gaz pipeline: there is a contingent that says it will, a group that says it can't, it shouldn't. There is a group that says get me the heck out of Vermont. I cannot afford the taxes.
Sugary beverages tax was the last straw ;<{

July 2014
Summer has been cold and pleasant too. Dress in layers is my advice. Keep fleece handy.
Trying to keep up with the speed of paperwerk.
Hurry up and wait.
Who told us we would be living like The Jetsons? Press the button, synthesized nutrion, tasty, easy,Look Ma, no dishes!
No we had to go all Stanley Kubrick, Big Brother, The Matrix.
Fred planted a few tomato plants and pepper plants-no rush to harden off---that is how cold it is..
Been snapping photos with new technology, now if I can just extract and redirect into a post!
Started posting Friday Nacht Musik in 3's. You Tube has replaced most of my tv watching except the ncis's. News, etc, skim watched during supper.
Fred started the cats on Dinovite after hearing the commercials a billion times. Tommy is pleased to report he feels better as does Girly. Let's hope the effects persist.
All for now. meg



End of June 2014
I know, I know,
sometimes we chroniclers write just because we have a deadline.
In this case, an imaginary deadline, for an imaginary newspaper with one writer, one town, and no dough. I mean the green dough, gluten free: greenbacks, Benjamin Franklins, Buckazoids, cashola, currency. The newspapers that print on dead or murdered trees get paid by advertisers, an obvious fact to me but sadly not to many others. The newspapers may slant or lean news towards their advertisers. Still we are all subject to the veiled messages, the subliminal suggestions, the pressures of society, our bigger dysfunctional family. Well, it is both functional And dysfunctional. Yin and Yang....
Had wanted to write more often and decided I would write what I can, what comes up, what and when it seems relevant to me. This is my travelogue, where typos are sometimes left, grammar is freestyle turn of the second millennial midwestern to vermont transplant, and i struggle with daily pain, fatigue and the frustrations of paperwork, frustrations, bureaucratic crapola that comes with disability. it was so easy when i did it for someone else. have a good rest of summer...so far cold one in monkton, vermont. we are at a crossroads in our fight to stop the proposed canadian->NY pipeline someone thought worth taking people's hard won property for. not too late to jump into the fray. Q: how do you argue with a corps of engineers? A: don't bother, you will just waste your breath
Q: how do you argue with a corps of engineers? A: you'll never go anywhere, fool, you were not listening to me....
there...june 2014 in a nutshell
meg

Aldrey - La Lista (Video Oficial) #LaLista



Love this video...meg

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Stevie Ray Vaughan - Mary Had A Little Lamb



#SRV on my mind
YT suggested this special video...
my favorite #StevieRayVaughn tune
Double Trouble...binds it all together


Monday, October 13, 2014

Right Photo, Wrong Device

Right Photo, Wrong Device

As we scramble between Apple, Samsung  Kindle, HP,

It became a challenge for my own processor,
A kind of game in itself.

Near as I can tell, 
My photos of 2014 Vermont foliage are stuck in a
Samsung~~>Google continuum.
Hopefully a few more nights of sleep will
Allow me to contemplate a breakthrough fix to
Break the cycle of file sharing futility.

So, what the hey,
How about one more from the archives,
Some years colder, the sky bluer.
The sky hazy here today.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Filtered Sunlight

Filtered Sunlight

Falling low
Lower every day
Like a prism
The light passes through
The colored leaves
And is forever changed.