I’m having one! Missed my antidepressants for two days because they were in a box. Everything is in a box. Out of sight, out of mind.
My Halloween was a nightmare.
I’m sorry, Halloween can be such fun. Your rapid move has no doubt turned everything upside-down. I hope it’s all back in order in time for a great Thanksgiving. BTW, have you managed to get a day off yet?
If he could still function, it’s not considered restraint. In the 70’s nursing home staff would use medication to keep patients in bed to simplify their tasks. In the mid ’80s my wife’s duties as a hospital pharmacist were expanded to include doing rounds in the attached nursing facility. The laws were new then and they gave her authority to call out the doctors (it flipped the power structure up-side-down). Any “as needed” drugs that were given on a regular schedule, required a break period every so often (3 months, maybe) to determine if they were still required. Every drug required a diagnosis that matched the FDA approved use, and chemical restraint was a huge no-no. She made a tremendously positive change for the residents.
So to be “restrained” means so much medication you can’t freely get up and walk around?
That happened to him in recovery after surgeries(3) and heart attacks (at least 5).
He’d usually be sent to a convalescent facility where he’d go wild, screaming , attacking nurses… and they’d physically and/or chemically restrain him.
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All those medical professionals… But I was the one who figured out that he was having a bad reaction to morphine… the only constant I could see.
They finally listened, and stopped giving him morphine at those times, and no more wild man.
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BTW I’m mostly talking about the early 2000s.
He started getting some dementia in the late 90s, and a few of the morphine incidents were back then.
But he had to be placed in the Alzheimer’s residence in 2003, and passed in 2008.
In extreme cases Dr.’s have some leeway. But they better be right. Alzheimer’s and other extreme dementia. But not because Aunt Sally in assisted living wont stop complaining, or trying to cook. Or insists on going out to look at the stars.
Helping with behavior issues is one thing, control of the individual is another thing altogether.
These all look so antique… but this is from May 1960.
Translation from Google Lens. Some of them come out garbled… but this one seems to make sense:
“All safe! A Boeing 707, carrying one hundred and nine people, caught fire while landing at Idlewild Airport (New York). The one hundred passengers and nine crew members were able to jump out of the emergency door and walk away from the plane safe and sound. Rescue teams and fire engines rushed to the scene of the accident, commanded by the control tower.”
The original engine for the early 707s was a PW JT3C turbojet. It was soon replaced by a turbofan with a more normal looking outlet. The JT3C had an odd nozzle cluster:
At first I thought it was something else, but now I think it’s the scooter.
Which means, of course, that I don’t think it’s the world’s greatest rendition of a scooter…. But I do think…
this is it:
(At first I thought that pug was putting his face in his water bowl, wearing diving goggles with a snorkel… But snorkels are for your nose. Your eyes don’t need air!)
Otherwise you could see that the Kenmore “Chef” is the name of the appliance…it’s not a reference to the (presumed) husband, or his cooking usefulness.
His assumption about his wife doing the cooking is still misogynistic.
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The Chef was mostly a mixer, but you could use it to grind meat, knead dough, and as a juicer and blender.
Here’s an ad for an older model that shows the attachments.
My Mom had one of these Kenmore Chefs, she used it quite often, especially for making up the bread dough with the big hook. Her being a farm girl and all of that. We didn’t use the blender that much, we really weren’t into veggie-drinks and such. The meat grinder was used every other week on what remained of the (rather large) roast beef, ground down for the Friday meatloaf. Roast beef every Monday after (two-week) payday, meatloaf that week on Friday. Always. Loved it!!! (But I don’t see in the photo the wooden dowel/plunger for pushing the meat through…)
Good memories! Thanks, Susan.
Looks like a versatile machine.Probably every bit that came with it doesn’t show in the ad.
I used to use my blender for all sorts of things that had nothing to do with smoothies or veggie drinks, like cheese spreads, salsa, and pesto. But it was a stand alone blender.
After it died I had a food processor… But now I mostly cook for myself, and more simply.
My KitchenAid mixer has a dough hook and a meat grinder attachment, but not the other stuff.
Versatile it was. Mom bought it probably in 1960, and was still in use in 1996 when she died. Dad kept it in a box — he couldn’t bear to part with it — and we passed the entire kit and caboodle along to a neighbour when Dad passed in 2001.
It WAS a monster, a real powerful machine!
The first part of the ‘William Tell Overture’ for anybody wondering about the music. Like the Fleetwood Mac song ‘The Chain’, the second part is much more recognisable than the first part.
Regarding our Dracaena fragrans: Heavy scent now in the evening (many blossoms are open now); reminds me of Hyacinth but doesn’t give me a headache – yet…
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It’s Perro™! Oh my goodness, it’s Perro™!
Please, señor… May I have your pawtograph?
No! No! Ow!!
I mean the regular way… Please! With a pen!
Out of the night
When the full moon is bright
Comes a basset known as Perro!
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Where can I get some? I haven’t had a good case of senile agitition in ages!
I’m having one! Missed my antidepressants for two days because they were in a box. Everything is in a box. Out of sight, out of mind.
My Halloween was a nightmare.
I’m sorry, Halloween can be such fun. Your rapid move has no doubt turned everything upside-down. I hope it’s all back in order in time for a great Thanksgiving. BTW, have you managed to get a day off yet?
Nope. I’m back to seven days. And my commute is at least twice as long.
Cheer up, things could get worse.
(Couldn’t resist. sorry you’re going through a rough patch.)
Sorry
That is now called using a chemical restraint. It can get you in a Federal Pen.
How long has that been true?
I would say my father was chemically restrained from about 2002 till he passed away in 2008.
Depakote, Seroquel… “mood stabilizers” antipsychotics… you name it, he was probably on it.
I don’t remember all of them, but he was on several at the same time, including those two for years.
Not Thorazine, though, IIRC, or any other “regular” tranquilizers that I can remember.
I didn’t like it, because they gave him so much, especially Seroquel… but nobody ever suggested that it could be illegal.
Or maybe those drugs aren’t considered restraint.
And if course without any medication he raged and fought.
Was it due to Alzheimer’s, or some different medical condition?
Yes… Alzheimer’s.
He lived in a very nice facility, with his own “apartment” and his own furniture, plus a large shared living area.
The apartment was really just a room with a half bath.
They couldn’t allow unsupervised showering or cooking.
But it was homey, and comfortable… not like most of the places you see.
His doctor was a gerontologist, very knowledgeable and kind.
But the result was still all this medication.
If he could still function, it’s not considered restraint. In the 70’s nursing home staff would use medication to keep patients in bed to simplify their tasks. In the mid ’80s my wife’s duties as a hospital pharmacist were expanded to include doing rounds in the attached nursing facility. The laws were new then and they gave her authority to call out the doctors (it flipped the power structure up-side-down). Any “as needed” drugs that were given on a regular schedule, required a break period every so often (3 months, maybe) to determine if they were still required. Every drug required a diagnosis that matched the FDA approved use, and chemical restraint was a huge no-no. She made a tremendously positive change for the residents.
So to be “restrained” means so much medication you can’t freely get up and walk around?
That happened to him in recovery after surgeries(3) and heart attacks (at least 5).
He’d usually be sent to a convalescent facility where he’d go wild, screaming , attacking nurses… and they’d physically and/or chemically restrain him.
…
All those medical professionals… But I was the one who figured out that he was having a bad reaction to morphine… the only constant I could see.
They finally listened, and stopped giving him morphine at those times, and no more wild man.
….
BTW I’m mostly talking about the early 2000s.
He started getting some dementia in the late 90s, and a few of the morphine incidents were back then.
But he had to be placed in the Alzheimer’s residence in 2003, and passed in 2008.
In extreme cases Dr.’s have some leeway. But they better be right. Alzheimer’s and other extreme dementia. But not because Aunt Sally in assisted living wont stop complaining, or trying to cook. Or insists on going out to look at the stars.
Helping with behavior issues is one thing, control of the individual is another thing altogether.
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Looks like trying to drive through some of the streets around here. “I’m so confused that I have no idea where to go!”
Well that’s a switch.
A bunch of em!
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Another Sunday Courier.
These all look so antique… but this is from May 1960.
Translation from Google Lens. Some of them come out garbled… but this one seems to make sense:
“All safe! A Boeing 707, carrying one hundred and nine people, caught fire while landing at Idlewild Airport (New York). The one hundred passengers and nine crew members were able to jump out of the emergency door and walk away from the plane safe and sound. Rescue teams and fire engines rushed to the scene of the accident, commanded by the control tower.”
Attorneys were seen licking their lips and rubbing their hands together.
I was confused by what looks like a gatling gun on the wing.
The original engine for the early 707s was a PW JT3C turbojet. It was soon replaced by a turbofan with a more normal looking outlet. The JT3C had an odd nozzle cluster:
thanks!
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I love a chorus line!
I’m assuming that they are in a bread line.
Yes, it’s a bread line, in bronze, by sculptor George Segal…
part of the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial, in Washington DC.
Cold, but not rainy, or their coats would be buttoned up tighter.
“Made it, Ma! Top of the world!”
I didn’t see yours till after I posted…
Looks like we were thinking the same person.
I wish it were in better resolution, so we could see whether it’s anybody we know!
Looks a bit like Jimmy Cagney, but probably isn’t.
Could be. He always thought of himself as a song and dance man. Hollywood made him movie star instead.
Yeah, that’s why I thought it could be him… maybe a movie clip.
But I can’t see it well enough to make sure of the physical resemblance, though it looks like his style of dancing, and maybe body type.
Okay!
It took a little doing cos Lens won’t search gifs.
(Why is that, oh great Google?)
But I made a screen shot, and tracked it down…. It is indeed Cagney, in Yankee Doodle Dandy (the story of George M. Cohan)
and i found a few close enough images to recognize him.
I should have come back sooner — I recognized Cagney and the movie immediately. It’s a classic scene.
it is. from the movie
Yankee Doodle Dandy’-in 1942–for which he received the best actor Oscar
oops–too late with that info!
James Cagney in “Yankee Doodle Dandy” from 1942 (He’s playing George M Cohen).
The clip with sound.
I like how he wears tap shoes heading out of the house. I usually leave mine at the door so I don’t scuff the floors. 🙂
Nighthawks and Alexi….
BTW his name is Cohan, not Cohen.
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A Muttnion!
Goldens make good minions.
Had a couple of miniature human minions stop by tonight. So much fun to see them out and having fun on Halloween!
You can be my minion any time.
“I know I asked for “snapper,” but…”
“La Truite au Bleu” (‘Pouched Trout’ 1952) is one of DOROTHY TANNING’S saner one’s (I surmise a Dali influence).
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Find the dog from Ballard Street?
LOL… I was just going to post as a hint in a spoiler box that it probably wasn’t him. Or a motor scooter.
I think I’ve found it.
At first I thought it was something else, but now I think it’s the scooter.
Which means, of course, that I don’t think it’s the world’s greatest rendition of a scooter…. But I do think…
(At first I thought that pug was putting his face in his water bowl, wearing diving goggles with a snorkel… But snorkels are for your nose. Your eyes don’t need air!)
Hey! You! Get off of my rug!
that reminds me of a song….
They could all be named Scooter.
How would I know which one has the itchy butt?
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Nope! Not going there…
Aaaagh!!!
Misogyny anyone?
No, she’s only making him feel like he’s helping. She might let him mix the drinks or pour the wine.
So, really, he’s only a “prep chef”???
This ad is cut off at the bottom….
Otherwise you could see that the Kenmore “Chef” is the name of the appliance…it’s not a reference to the (presumed) husband, or his cooking usefulness.
His assumption about his wife doing the cooking is still misogynistic.
…
The Chef was mostly a mixer, but you could use it to grind meat, knead dough, and as a juicer and blender.
Here’s an ad for an older model that shows the attachments.
My Mom had one of these Kenmore Chefs, she used it quite often, especially for making up the bread dough with the big hook. Her being a farm girl and all of that. We didn’t use the blender that much, we really weren’t into veggie-drinks and such. The meat grinder was used every other week on what remained of the (rather large) roast beef, ground down for the Friday meatloaf. Roast beef every Monday after (two-week) payday, meatloaf that week on Friday. Always. Loved it!!! (But I don’t see in the photo the wooden dowel/plunger for pushing the meat through…)
Good memories! Thanks, Susan.
You’re welcome! Glad it’s a happy memory.
Looks like a versatile machine.Probably every bit that came with it doesn’t show in the ad.
I used to use my blender for all sorts of things that had nothing to do with smoothies or veggie drinks, like cheese spreads, salsa, and pesto. But it was a stand alone blender.
After it died I had a food processor… But now I mostly cook for myself, and more simply.
My KitchenAid mixer has a dough hook and a meat grinder attachment, but not the other stuff.
Versatile it was. Mom bought it probably in 1960, and was still in use in 1996 when she died. Dad kept it in a box — he couldn’t bear to part with it — and we passed the entire kit and caboodle along to a neighbour when Dad passed in 2001.
It WAS a monster, a real powerful machine!
And if you think that’s bad….
Nope.
WOW, ouch!
thought that would get a reaction!
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“This is my Pupdeck Pappy!”
I had too.
Theaters used to put this on the marquee, along with the main feature, without giving any indication that it was less than two minutes long.
It was just part of the joke, not an attempt to fool anyone or cheat.
The first part of the ‘William Tell Overture’ for anybody wondering about the music. Like the Fleetwood Mac song ‘The Chain’, the second part is much more recognisable than the first part.
I’ve just posted this to the Discord group I’m in as they’ll appreciate this!
Thanks Happy³ 🙂
A true classic.
Where can I get a Cleo edition Monopoly game?
Or can you buy the little Godzillas separately?
I suppose you need a fireproof cage or maybe terrarium for it?
And a fire extinguisher always at the ready.
But it’s awfully cute… And when you had friends over, you could make s’mores at the table. Unless it burned up the table.
Can you teach them to come, and sit, and stay…. and especially, not to shoot flames at you?
you gotta admit it would be fun to play, especially if he can pop up anywhere on the board!
Woman demonstrating an early dishwashing machine, USA, 1920s.
That woman is Josephine Cochrane – the inventor of the dishwasher.
That’s good to know, thanks. I only found the caption with the image.
Regarding our Dracaena fragrans: Heavy scent now in the evening (many blossoms are open now); reminds me of Hyacinth but doesn’t give me a headache – yet…