I'm not sure the dcra will condemn the building because, honestly, in terms of slums, it could be much worse. Uncomfortable doesn't equal inhabitable.

bonny, when I was in a similar situation in Michigan, where they did wall repairs in my bathroom but never repainted made my apartment uninhabitable. You'd be surprised what may qualify.

That much water could certainly lead to worries about mold.

A student emailed me wanting to know if he could take the midterm on a different date, because he's in pain from epididymitis. That's really far more information than I needed.

You guys, I only had one person express an interest in going to see Eddie Izzard with me when he's in town - and it turns out she's out of town on the date in question. Can I get an infusion of Buffista to San Diego, STAT?

Goodness, it's been exciting around here. That flooding apartment is a definite health hazard.

Does Maria have a banner that reads "Problem Slayer?" Look at you bring on all the logic fu!

There is much to report about hummingbirds but I need to actually write a lot of notes about my observations.

The GOOD news is that we still have a juvenile hummingbird hanging around near me. Today I saw it go from maximum feather fluff to suddenly sucking all the feathers flat against its body. Looked like it lost three sizes! It is almost as big as its mother but has no bright throat patch as yet. It makes a pitiful feed-me chirp and sometimes mother obliges, but she will sit next to baby for awhile and think about what she's going to do instead of getting down to business right away.

The BAD news is that the favorite low pine branch and the cat's attention was a Very Bad Combination. Heard the crunching of branches as Pearlie came down from her leap and I knew what had happened. My worst fears were realized when I saw the little green body in her mouth. I released an agonized shriek and the cat dropped her head and opened her mouth - and the baby bird went screaming away for a high branch just as fast as it could go.

A few hours later, I found my little friend apparently none the worse for having been caught by a cat. Sadly it had learned no lesson and had returned to the dangerous perch.I hated to take down the feeder and run up shouting “Break it up!” next time I caught mother and baby on the same dangerous low branch with two cats in attendance, but it was necessary for their survival. We can’t blame Pearl for acting on her instinct. That was just too much temptation right within reach. Thank goodness for the gentle golden retriever mouth grip she’s got. This hummer is not the first bird to fly away with a little cat spit on its feathers.

I think I may be about to volunteer to speak before the state legislature's "Long Term Care Commitee" on Friday. We're once again trying to convince them to increase funding for staff/caregiver compensation. Regional Director asked me to think about doing so. She suggested that a personal story would make our point most vividly. But I don't know exactly what kind of story she means. I know I want the 5% increase not because I need a raise (I want one, sure...), but because I need my coworkers to feel valued and respected. I don't think state legislators want to hear about my coworkers whining to me. I can make that point better just by saying it.

Go, you! Protip: they probably don't really know what you do all day, not really. Admittedly, I live in the stupidest state in America, but mostly what they see is that number looking pretty big on the budget...put some verbs and a face on those issues. Think of msbelle's cheer for ita and "Be specific!" Don't be afraid to yank heartstrings if you think you can stand it.(Also, be prepared for lame leg anecdotes about a neighbor boy who wasn't right, or the like.)

For some reason, the main anecdote I can think of to illustrate why it is helpful to have experienced staff who stick around is this one: One evening as we were helping people prepare for bed, my cute little nineteen year old coworker came to me, dreadfully afraid. She said, "We have to call the nurse. I think C. swallowed the sponge end of the swab with mouthwash on it."

So I grabbed a glove, and said, "Well, first thing the nurse is going to say is, 'Do a finger sweep of C.'s mouth.'" A finger sweep yielded up an intact sponge which C. had pocketed in her cheek. Other results included C.'s smirk when I asked if she was just deviling poor young coworker.

Not sure how well that would translate. Especially the grin. Best grin ever. But that tells a lot about the difference between seasoned and less experienced staff. I love the fresh energy of new coworkers, but there is something priceless about the years I have with the people I serve - years of walking through their lives with them, years of knowing and caring for them. Years of confidence in my ability to handle challenging behavior, so that people can work through their emotions safely. Years of being able to say, "Something is just not right about that one's health," and advocating for thorough care from their doctors.

I suppose I could go with something like, "Here is how I spent my work day yesterday: Get up early, go to a session with a dietician to ensure that the menus I write are consistent with the health needs of the people I serve. Taking that knowlege, I sit down with people and ask what meals they'd like to have. Then when it is time to prepare supper, one person likes to sit nearby - sometimes she will add ingredients, and take a turn stirring. More often she prefers quality control testing. She'll tell me if something is too sweet, too sour, needs more celery - and has great ideas for what fruit to put in a fruit salad. Another person will microwave the veggies. Another might make the whole meal with a little encouragement. Then while we are waiting for supper to cook, we break out the cards - Uno, Skip-bo, Rummy, Garbage. After supper, we all scramble to clean up and maybe someone wants to run to the store, or to the Y, or Special Olympics practice (whatever sport is in season). Or maybe someone has a date, or choir practice, or a craft class, and I have the privilege of accompanying them. Then people hop in the bath - (can I do my joke about renting a convertable so we can go through the car wash with the top down? probably not). Some people need just a reminder to wash. Some people need more assistance. And then I break out my singing voice because it is time to brush teeth. It takes me two minutes to sing "I Know An Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly", so that's how long we brush. Two verses of "What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor" is how long to swish mouth wash. Shaving, medications, laundry, hit the sack and get ready to face tomorrow.

Not sure how well that would translate. Especially the grin. Best grin ever. But that tells a lot about the difference between seasoned and less experienced staff. I love the fresh energy of new coworkers, but there is something priceless about the years I have with the people I serve - years of walking through their lives with them, years of knowing and caring for them. Years of confidence in my ability to handle challenging behavior, so that people can work through their emotions safely. Years of being able to say, "Something is just not right about that one's health," and advocating for thorough care from their doctors.

I think you could use a fair bit of that paragraph right there!

I think you could use a fair bit of that paragraph right there!

Agreed!