Thursday, January 6, 2011

Fishers of Men


What a thing it is that one's "family" would rather see one dead than in good stead. Such as it is, I've gotten into a pickle. God knows exactly what I'd like to do and I've got plenty of ideas.

For some time I've thought about getting long term care facilities involved in internet activity for their residents. (I'm sure some Activity Departments are already doing so.) There's a fellow, a former Intel executive, I believe, who's funded the distribution of "indestructible" lap-tops to schools in the African boonies in concert with the installation of transmission towers.

This sort of approach would be good in the care homes. People could keep in touch with family and get into the vignettes of their history. Could resolve a lot of boredom, loneliness and sense of abandonment. Would take a sponsor. Distributing these tools of communication seems a worthwhile endeavor. All I know is a little shipping and receiving. A lot of hoops to go through otherwise.

I wouldn't want to threaten the staff either.
Suppose you don't want the residents going to Web MD.
Yowza... that would really be a pickle, wouldn't it?
Mine's awfully real as well. They want me to die, like the old man.

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