THE NITTY-GRITTY

 SOME DIVERSIONS were more than welcome the past few days. Chris, Frances and Owen enjoyed the Star Wars concert at the Hollywood Bowl and it worked out for Susan to use the ticket originally intended for Mr. Bob.


From Alaska, Susan brought a lightsabre for Owen and some Princess Leia hair buns for Frances to wear. I love how you can see the lighted weapons in the photo Chris took that evening.

The next day Owen was moved to report his impressions of the concert in full detail. I suspect he'll remember it the rest of his life.

Before the Northern California family headed back home, we had quite a fest of picture taking. Owen's learning the craft of photography early in his life.

We've been more than a little concerned about the lack of nursing care in the hospital. What happened to the idea of a daily bath? It's no longer routine, at least at this hospital and my bone of contention is that a patient and family should be advised to ask when such attention is desired. Susan's desire to be a patient advocate was put to the test the last couple of days. She's had lots of experience over the years with her younger son's special medical needs.

All right. Here's the latest.........It seems that malignancy was detected in the tests administered last Thursday, so it's time to stiffen our upper lips so our faces don't crumple in fright and sadness. Eleven days of staying in bed has threatened to turn Mr. Bob into an invalid, so it was good to see him taking a few steps out of his room today, with the help of a technician in charge of oxygen. He'd been told, in no uncertain terms, not to get out of bed to use the bathroom. He's a man of his own mind and taking his oxygen with him, he's disobeyed the instructions with every call of Nature. Chris snapped this picture, entitling it "Bathroom Break".  We'll continue to look for these little amusing moments and bring them to the web log, all the while hoping you'll continue to give us the interested support you've expressed so far, as we embark on this next journey. You've no idea how precious your involvement is to us.........it lifts us up. Thank you for that.

HUELL SPEAKS

Outsiders were invited to yesterday's event. With any luck, some of them will decide that the Manor should be their next home when they decide to simplify their lives. They came to hear a man who, over 17 years of televising, has become a staple in evening viewing. He hosts "California Gold", a nightly program that highlights undiscovered places in our Golden State. Huell Howser is known for his unbridled enthusiasm as he chats with people of the community he's exploring. Years ago, I almost parted ways with him when he tried to sell me on the charms of the desert town of Barstow, but there's something very interesting about his programs and we can't help but be captured by his presentations when we happen on his shows while channel surfing. Last night's TV program featured cows' tongue or more correctly it's "steers' tongue" we learned, as he visited Langer's Deli.

So here he was, at the Manor, yesterday morning, to talk to us in his Tennessee drawl in a perfectly relaxed, informal manner and as I listened, I forgave him for his fascination with one of the bleaker places I've ever been although next time I'm in Barstow, I'll not find it any more charming than I did the last time we drove through that desert town.
With his easy way, he captured his audience as he related some behind-the-scenes stories of his television series.

One account told of a program filmed at Folsom Prison where he was so well received that the inmates were promised DVDs of California Gold to be shown on their in-house TV circuit. The camera man looked askance on hearing the idea and when questioned by Huell later, he cited the previous program in which they had visited Downieville, a small town in the Gold Country. Huell had interviewed a little old lady in front of her Queen Anne style home in which the woman expounded on the community and how neighborly and safe it was; in fact, residents left their keys in their cars and didn't bother to lock houses when they went on vacation. At that point, Huell realized that they should send only selected programs to be shown in a prison setting. Either that or risk a rise in the crime rate of Downieville.

An aside to that story was that there are 4 counties in this large state of California in which there is not one single traffic light. Downieville is in one of them.

After his hour was up, he was just as friendly and genuinely interested in meeting people as one would hope. He convinced me that he's what I call a real person, authentic in his desire to find out what makes a person tick. He put to words my very strong feeling that every person, without exception, has a story to tell and the fascination with mining it is endless.

Jeanne, Huell, Barbara, Jeanne 

I'll close with a six-degrees-of-separation instance. As Mr. Bob took pictures in the crowd, he was approached by Jeanne, a woman who 15 years ago knew our son, Tim. She was at the Manor with her friend (in the red) who is a good friend of another Jeanne, our current next door neighbor. She's the one on the right. What are the chances of such an intertwining, one wonders?

Huell has decided he'll never retire. And if he dies in the middle of filming a program, he's instructed his camera man to "keep the camera rolling". It was an apt message in a retirement home.....may we all expire taking part in something we love to do. It's a good goal.