Wow dope – “Something even a cow could love”
copyright picture – permission given
Photographer Francois Martel
Location: Ryegrass Rd near Rd 18 Bridge
Lions and Lioness assemble in light rain to celebrate Woof-stock – an annual event to raise funds for guide dogs. Joanne Bray, Lions Club – a bit disappointed with the turnout with only 3 dogs walking and maybe three more that decided to visit but move on.
Kids activities featured, Matt Duffis entertainment , Sun FM Osoyoos on hand and a small crowd of people, supporters and kids.
But few dogs. Lion’s Club will re-assess fund raising events and techniques for 2020.
Reserve – 101 hectares in size, north of Osoyoos Lake – must have permit to access. Established in 1980. Administered by BC Parks
Rd to Casorso Ranch east of Vaseux Lake is called DUTTON Creek Rd (some maps say Dulton others says McIntrye Creek Rd) Dutton Creek is name for creek higher up in the hills behind. Dutton Creeks flows into Vaseux Creek high up.
Vaseux Creek does not drain into Vaseux Lake but to the Okanagan River at the bridge south of McIntrye Bluff.
Andi-Zack Johnson and her husband Ken Johnson are coming home to Oliver visiting family and while here are performing at Medici’s May 31st. Tickets may be purchased at Medici’s at $25.00 each. Last year we sold out and many were left unable to buy a ticket. Be sure to get them now as time is running short.
This is an incredible chance to be entertained by this famous duo. Andi grew up in Oliver then followed her dream to Nashville. She has been a very successful singer and song writer. Andi has written songs recorded by artist such as Brothers Osborne, Josh Thompson, etc. Vince Gill recorded two of Andi’s songs with his daughter Jenny Gill for her debut album released in late 2016. Look for Andi’s song “Heart Shaped Locket” on Capital recording artist, Brothers Osborne’s Grammy winning debut album, Pawn Shop. Andi has also released her own CD called “Love Party”. This unique new CD features 11 songs all written on the ukulele
Ken’s songs have been recorded by many such as Vince Gill, Wayne Newton, etc. Recently “You Dream I’ll Drive”, “Summer and 16”, and “White Van” all of which reached the #1 spot with popular Texas artist Josh Grider. Ken along with ZZ Top’s Billy Gibbons and Tim Montana have created the theme song for a new major motion picture called American Dresser, starring Tom Beringer and Greta Gershon.
Ken and Andi are known as the popular new children’s music duo Huck and Lily. Their albums “There’s a Tree Growing in My Room” and “Sunshine” were coproduced with multi Grammy and Dove award winner Skidd Mills. Ken and Andi are also cast members of the hit television show and Ryan Seacrest production, “ I Love Kellie Pickler” on CMT which has aired for four seasons now.
So be sure to come and enjoy meeting Ken and Andi and enjoy their happy music. Medici’s is the place to spend a wonderful evening surrounded by music, art , beverages , food and camaraderie. See you there.
Several times I have written about getting old and dealing with the accompanying aches and pains but, really I do not see myself as old, just very mature!
Age, like everything else is relative. I also don’t see that I am too heavy, if I were six feet tall, I would be considered quite slender, the flab just doesn’t rearrange itself as well on my five foot seven frame.
When do we actually think we are old? When we first started thinking of selling our motel and just doing part time work, our eldest daughter started hinting that we should move back down to the coast, so she could look after us. We were aged 56 and 57 at the time and were not in the least amused at her thinking we needed looking after. We subdivided our lot, built a home on the back acre and built a commercial kitchen for our catering business, which we ran for the following seventeen years.
Watching the numerous advertisements for senior residences, it would appear that nobody living there is over seventy five. Pictures of happy, healthy people having fun, swimming, shopping and hitting golf balls on the putting green out front, look marvellous, but there is nobody walking with a cane or a walker. Dressed for dinner are lots of youthful people enjoying gourmet food, served by a chef in his tall hat.
The reality of any of the residences that I have visited is not like this at all. Nobody seems to be strolling outdoors or doing much of anything only sitting around, mostly snoozing. The only people walking are leaning on canes or pushing walkers and shuffling, not striding seems to be the usual way of getting around.
Come meal time and the chef is remarkably absent, instead overworked care aids are delivering meals to really elderly people wearing bibs. The well dressed people of the ads have been replaced by seniors in pale blue sweat suits and pink hair ribbons.
I’m sure that some of the more expensive residences do have younger people enjoying a better lifestyle but most of the people I know would not go into a residence until ill health forces the issue. Age may force us to downsize from our three bedrooms with a large yard but most of us would prefer to move to a smaller home than go into any kind of facility. If we can afford to pay someone to do the jobs that we can no longer manage, then staying independent is manageable.
However, if the time comes when our health keeps us indoors with no ability to get outdoors and enjoy visiting our friends, it is time to make a decision for the future before our children make the decision for us.
Several years ago one of my really elderly friends passed away, she was living in a facility and her room had to be emptied in 48 hours. He daughter lived abroad and we had previously made arrangements that I would empty the room when the time came. Luckily one of my own daughters was able to help me do the job so we took the truck to the facility and began to empty the room. The bed belonged to the building but the other furniture had to be taken down a long corridor, down two floors in an elevator, along another long corridor, out the front door and across the parking lot to the truck.
By the third or fourth trip carrying and shuffling along with the heavy pieces of furniture, my daughter said to me, in a very serious voice. “When you are ready for a home, we are buying you Rubbermade chairs and plastic drawers on casters”.
The moral of this story is always be nice to your children as they are the ones who will decide your future accommodation! I think that when my time comes, I will do what the Eskimos do, just go for a long walk in the snow and never come back.
Very recently, I had the opportunity to again observe our health care system at work and came away believing that the greatest threat comes from how we abuse it.
I was sent to an ER – not SOGH – on short notice by my GP to receive a transfusion comprising two units of whole blood. Because the ER was at capacity – really busy – I was parked in a reclining chair in the middle of the facility.
My GP called me just before noon and told me to go to the ER because of the results of tests conducted that same morning. I drove myself to the hospital, was pushed through the normal registration, waited outside the ER for about five minutes, went through the eight-hour procedure, and drove myself home as the sun was setting. Nine different medical professionals were involved in my care, some for a few minutes in total, some for a few minutes several times. Neither of the two MD’s on duty in the ER had either the time or the need to attend to me – if needed, they would have. I was hooked to an IV on one side and continuous monitoring technology on the other side. The system will pay. I will not have to pay any more than I already pay in taxes and premiums. This is a positive example of our health care system at work.
But, in my ringside seat that I could not leave, though I rested with my eyes closed most of the time, my ears were open. Three ambulance cases came in. One patient arrived on foot having been asked to return at a specific time for a specific treatment and, though he was four hours late, he was treated immediately upon arrival. Most of the others were being held in the waiting room, triaged, and seen accordingly. Some would spend the night, some were treated and released, some were reassured and released. One was given a requisition for tests and told when the facility was open for routine visits. One left by ambulance. One was taken by the mortician.
Compassionate as I am, I offered one of them my good finger – well, almost, but I wanted to. None were admonished. Some should have been.
Take the case of the teacher who was attended by an MD in a chair beside me – there being no beds. She complained bitterly that the hospital receptionist had the gall to remind her of the expense of an ER visit, and then she complained about having to wait outside the ER for three hours, and then she showed the doctor her finger that had been grabbed by one of her students earlier in the day. He was solicitous but not impressed. He was attentive but not concerned. He suggested an ice pack and self-monitoring but gave in to a demand for an x-ray to be done by a tech who would have to be called in given that it was now early evening. Awaiting the tech, the patient complained loudly enough for all to hear that the system was failing us – all of us.
Bullshit – you should know better. Thank goodness there were no children present.
A serious operation had put Marvin DeHaan into the Rochester, MN hospital for a fairly long recovery period. Used to being very active and busy he found the experience of being ‘set aside’ a bit of an ordeal. A friend sent him the following poem, author unknown.
I needed the quiet so he drew me aside
Into the shadows where we could confide;
Away from the bustle where all the day long
I hurried and worried when active and strong.
I needed the quiet though at first I rebelled,
But gently – so gently my cross he upheld.
And whispered so sweetly of spiritual things.
Though weakened in body my spirit took wings
To heights never dreamed of when active and gay;
He loved me so greatly He drew me away.
I needed the quiet, no prison my bed
But a beautiful valley of blessing instead;
A place to grow richer in Jesus to hide,
I needed the quiet so he drew me aside.
Being very busy isn’t always the best,