addendum to moving and mail:

November 2025

STARTER LIST FOR MAIL TRANSFERS:

• SERVICE BILLS
• Rent/mortgage
• Equipment contracts (TV/cable/phone service/internet/ house alarm
• Home contracts ( alarm system; heating/cooling equipment/pest control/other

• FINANCIAL TRANSACTIONS
• All banks and accounts
• Critical service contacts and contracts;
• Medical contacts,( primary physician, dentist, and other specific services used
• Broker, Attorney,
• Federal/state/ private contacts for health insurance/social security/ work related pensions/ Medicare/brokerage accounts
• Payments for loans (e.g. house, car)

• FAMILY AND FRIENDS
• Good to use on line notifications here
• CURRENT SUBSCRIPTIONS:
• Magazines, newspapers, journals,
• ORGANIZATIONS YOU ENDORSE/CONTRIBUTE TO/RECEIVE NEWSLETTERS FROM

• NOTIFICATIONS ABOUT SOCIAL/CULTURAL/ENTERTAINMENT VENUES
• Theatres, museums, social/educational schedules
• Notification of community activities through flyers, annual program offerings.
• INSURERS ( health care, car, home or apartment, other major contacts
• JUNK Mail
• If you don’t use them, loose them if you can

Hope this helps.  Enjoy the transition!

MOVING AND MAIL

Moving?  Changing your address?

All right, so you have moved to a new home.  You’ve planned well, making the tough decisions about what to keep, what to donate, what to trash.  The newest key word in your lexicon is “downsizing”; and no, it’s not a new fad diet.  You’ve made hundreds of decisions ranging from what type of residence  you want to move into, what furniture, books, photograph albums, painting, pottery, clothing are for keeping, what will be discarded, donated, no longer part of your life. 

If you’re as organized as I try to be, you’ve made endless lists, planning where all your belongings will be moved, fitting into the floor plan; which kitchen shelves will house your pots and pans and dishes and spices....you know the drill.  And then you move!  And gradually settle in, and gain a sense of place so that you stop opening the wrong drawer in the kitchen and master the automatic reaching out for the light switches which invariably are in a different place.

A deep sigh....a sense of comfort, a fitting into your new home.  But wait:  the daily New York Times is not at your front door, and mail service is unusually light.  Of course!  You have notified the post office of your address change, but not the dozens of businesses, organizations, service contacts and contracts with phone companies, magazine subscriptions, invitations to parties and fundraisers for your favorite elected officials, notices of subscription renewals for magazines, theatres, concert venues... none of this mail is forwarded after the first month.  Arrugh!  If I had the presence to start monitoring the regular mail deliveries before the move, this process might have been less challenging, but we all know how easy it is to make logical plans in hindsight, so for those readers beginning this transition, a few hopefully helpful hints:  

·       Keep a pad handy where-ever you typically open the mail;

·       Check through your various subscriptions to make sure you keep receiving magazines, concert and theatre notifications from local venues, medical services (including insurance companies);

·       Use the time to decide whether you want to continue magazine subscriptions, store sales notices;

·       Decide which old friends you’ve lost touch with warrant a reconnection;

·       Use technology; this is one time when facebook can be your friend, to help you stay “friended” with others. 

And as for the junk mail, sorry but somehow they are typically the best at discovering your new abode so they can continue to fill your mailbox and trash can with their teasers:  buy this NOW AND IF YOU BUY ONE YOU CAN GET A SECOND ONE FREE!

staying connected august 13,2015

STAYING CONNECTED

Keeping in Touch with our Social Networks or:

The joys and perils of a tech-full world

Like most of us in my generation, (approximately those born between the late 1930’s through the 1960’s) rotary phones attached to kitchen walls served the purpose and need to communicate.  It was how we set dates for upcoming events; wished friends and family member’s holiday or birthday greetings; invited friends or family members over to visit, talk, enjoy a meal together. 

On rare occasions when we needed a phone while out of the house, there were usually public “phone booths”, although often they were out of service.  You could use them to change plans or check on driving directions.  We laughed as Dick Tracy checked his “wrist watch phone” or the “get smart” detective listening to instructions from his shoe. 

When television came into our houses, they stayed in place on a stand, and you walked over to the set to turn it own, change channels, (only a few back then) straighten the “bunny ears”; (metallic antennae that captured the reception) and resume watching your “shows”.  I still remember a conversation my late husband Ben had with our then 10 year old grandson, Alex.  Alex asked Ben to change the TV channel using the remote.  “Which remote?”  The table held three or four.  When that was clarified, Ben explained that as a child we had no remotes, he had no televisions.  Radios were the “in” thing, and of course, large unwieldy  RCA  Victrola record players, with records that were fragile and easy to break. 

The last few decades have seen a virtual explosion of ways to communicate, share information, be entertained, and keep in touch with friends and family.  You can buy virtually anything without leaving home; keep abreast of frightening or bizarre stories from around the world about almost anything. 

So here’s the unique position we as seniors face: with advanced and modernized prevention and treatment programs to ease the aging and illness processes we have begun to experience many more healthy and productive years as compared with our grandparents.  But we are slower to learn, and often need more coaching when faced with the inevitable:  if I want to keep in touch with my out of town grandkids, I should get used to using skype or face time for periodic visits.  Amazingly, so many of us in our seventies, eighties, and even into our nineties have learned to adapt better than we would have expected.  There is still the learning gap between simple checking of emails, and more complex “applications”. Yet with support, senior classes in the new technologies, we have amazingly added to our capacities to communicate. 

 It’s not always an easy path, but we seem to be sticking it out, learning more easily than we would have thought possible.  Ironically, our uncanny ability to multi-task and problem solve has aided us, but clearly for most of us the pace and the retention of data moving beyond the speed of light (and eye-hand coordination) catches us up.  Our   younger friends or family members may make assumptions that you actually do know how to open an email, read it and send a reply; “pull up” a calendar to check appointments, record new ones (when you figure out how to change your “preferences”;

(Does this mean I can order coffee with soy milk?).  Hearing a soft “ping” sound alerts us to a new message, but we are in the middle of driving, or just turning off the lights.  Check it out now, Wait till morning? What if it’s important?  Could I actually hear it if it did “ping”?

Little by little these light cell phones take over your life or at least “wedge themselves” in between you and those formidable memory keepers.  It’s ok if you forget an appointment; your phone (when programmed) will remind you “your battery is loosing power”; You have an appointment with Dr, X; remember to “fast” before your appointment with Dr X so you can get an accurate “fasting blood sugar” test. 

Friends old and new, some you may have forgotten, suddenly re-emerge in your life with the help of Facebook, an “app” with a serious case of OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder).  She lets me know who has a birthday coming up, changed phone numbers or moved.  I haven’t seen an “Obit” recently but that too may join the various and sundry miscellaneous announcements.

And we mustn’t forget the computer in its role as “weather person”; temperature today at 4 pm, weekend forecast...; I can even track weather patterns in Austin where my daughter and her brood live, or St Petersburg where I spend my winters.  Google got in the game this year, redesigning my Google screen page with pictures of birthday cakes, sparklers, etc wishing me a happy birthday.  Yes, it was my birthday that day!

I could go on, but the phone just informed me I have an appointment in 10 minutes to get my nails manicured, so I will sign off!

Before I go, I’d like to start collecting ideas from my friends, blog readers:  Tech-savvy seniors have the additional benefits of using technology to set up emergency contact information, find articles quickly on topics of note, and even have a short “visit” with a housebound friend.  Here are some other thoughts:

·       Figure out a way to include a temporarily sick friend to attend your book club via facebook.

·       Start compiling with friends a list of things you’d like to do if you could do it with others, sharing driving, making it social and not a chore.

·       ...now you can add more......

AGING IN PLACE: AGING IN PLACES

JULY 25, 2015 

Most of our ancestors grew old within the circle of their family, neighbors, friends and community.  Granny was often a fixture in her children’s homes, continuing to play a role in their lives and those of their grandkids.  Cook, babysitter, story teller, soother of a young child’s nighttime bad dreams.  When seniors living in extended family settings became less and less able manage independently, needing more support while able to provide less help, home care became overwhelming, often leaping from one crisis to the next.  A new variation to an old model began to emerge.   “Modern, tech-savvy, old age homes” staffed by paraprofessionals began to flourish.  Activities, recreation, socials, visiting artists and musicians, authors and newsmakers often provided an enriched experience. This allowed the aging generation to continue not only to sustain life, but to continue to participate, supported by paid staff, receiving visits from younger generations.  Safety, monitoring of health needs folded into musical, artistic and stimulating activities.  

Changes in health care research and treatment models fit this scenario well.  The elderly were living longer with the help of a growing body of medical knowledge and methodologies designed to support extended life spans.  So we began, many of us, to live considerably longer, with better preventive health care, new surgical, pharmaceutical and treatment options, allowing more of the “growing older crowd” to bypass the generic, medical-model of “old age homes.” In truth most were neither staffed enough to provide optimum healing, nor expected to bring their residents “back to independence”. 

One of the largest growing “businesses” in America has become the modified Nursing home, often named euphemistically “ Happy Harbors”, or “New Horizons”; “Heartlands” or “Sunshine Villages”: Places that are designed to allow you to “age in place”.  When designed and staffed well, they have become a valued alternative to living precariously alone in a multi-story home or confined to a “nursing home”.

Time and testing of models should help to frame a set of programs and policies that best meet changing needs.  Many reasonably healthy seniors push back against the idea of aging in “a strange place”; that will never be your home”. But if that place in fact becomes your home, encouraging maximum independence within a safe setting a new variation of our aging model can emerge.... I am calling it living in “safe” places.   So, I no longer live alone in a three story house, where a simple task of changing a light bulb may be the beginning of a downward slope toward broken bones, hospital care, adaptive devices such as walkers and crutches.  I live quite independently, cooking my meals, tidying up, driving on errands to shop, visit friends, eating in restaurants, enjoying movies and plays and concerts.  But if a light bulb goes out, I can call the maintenance staff member to change it. 

One way to look at this transition may be that while I was trying (and mostly succeeding) in aging in place, it feels empowering to continue that process by aging in different places:  an independent apartment setting in the summer, a more multi-aged condo apartment unit with no added services in the south for the winter.  For now, the balance is working.  For now, I am aging in many places, and beginning to feel centered and calm and balanced. 

recovery

to friends and followers:  Lots of "uppers" this week:  feeling well, with more energy than I can remember having for a long time.  loving my new downsized life style.  most important, starting to write again! here's the latest.  love comments.  

Recovery:  July 2015

The room grows quiet, the rustling of pages in our prayer book stilled

As we each rise and collect the threads of our prayer shawls around our fingers....

There is a stillness and quiet that settles us....we open ourselves up and invite into our sacred space the loved ones lost to illness, accident, old age..

I’ve changed over the past months, almost lost to a series of bacterial infections.

Memory, certainty of where I am within my space, within my life is slow to return.

I have to quiet those stray thoughts, quell the anxiety, let stillness fill the gaps, trusting that I will stay rooted in the moment, the place, the experience.

Many years ago while still in College, a few friends and I  would often engage in word play at our daily “commuter breakfasts”; I wrote the beginnings of a poem one day, or one of us did, and my memory of those words has suddenly returned:  “the mirror blinked blindly back at me this morning, containing not a me.” Not sure where it went from there, but it remains a teaser to me, especially now.

So I stop and look at my surroundings; furniture, books, paintings familiar but now inhabiting a new space.  I have “downsized”, moved a short distance from my old house into an apartment complex for those of us 55 and older.  I wake up most nights, knowing where I am, (no confusion here) but somehow certain that someone else is sharing the space with me; usually Ben, although sometimes I have been extra quiet so as not to awaken overnight guests; no one is present but me, yet it takes a few extra minutes to remember that I am the only one actually inhabiting the space; the others have most likely slipped into the tail end of a dream. 

I've moved now, from three floors of rooms filled with furniture, clothing, books, art work, photographs and memories.  three weeks in, and I feel centered, in control, safe.  transitions are hard, and this one made mostly alone, no spouse to share the work, the memories, the decisions!  do I keep the dozen pictures of each of our kids and grandkids, in picture frames and binders, printed "books" and loose.  Is t his baby picture of my son, or perhaps his son?  looks a bit like my husband as a small boy too.  I've changed my address countless times, over endless "on hold" telephone calls, forms to complete for voter registration, car registration, The Nation and New Yorker mags that I want to continue to receive.  so, some lessons I've learned:

1. slow down!  not everything can be done in a day, or week.
2 enjoy the process:  unwrapping each picture and book could be done with speed and haste, but how much better to look at each, remember when paintings were bought, when trips to foreign lands were taken, when a special book was read.
3. feel free to decide if something, a picture, a wall hanging, clay bowls and plates and teapots (three which I've never used), can be donated.
4.read your body:  don't lift stuff too heavy, or try to reach a top shelf, or carry to many items to 'save time'.
5. save time each day for play:  a walk, a visit with friends, of course including lunch; meditate, breathe.....yes,that does help!
6. think of something you have always wanted to do, but never found the time:  writing, or learning a new language, or taking up a new hobby, anything from bridge, to painting, to yoga.  

oh, never forget to laugh, and hug, and share, ideas, food, time.  
June 23, 2015 ( one day short of my 74th birthday!!!!!

I have recently recovered (they tell me) from a serious, potentially life threatening major bacterial infection which affected my brain, leaving me in a state of confusion and my family and friends frightened and bewildered.  I have mostly recovered, and hopefully this poem signals the start of a new chapter.  

And yes, because I do tend to take on new challenges, and it was clearly past time to move out of my three story house into an apartment, I am in the throes of moving over four decades of stuff; clothing, furniture, books and pictures and mostly memories.  At times the task has been daunting, leaving me exhausted and fuzzy; did I really pack the only glass I had left in the kitchen?  do I want to shlepp a large cedar chest that held pictures of trips and family and friends over time?  the chest stays here, given to the family who purchased my house, the albums are neatly stored in cardboard boxes, to be studied, shared with family, hopefully they will be my children's memories in kodak- color now.  

Moving, relocating, even if nearby has changed from a relatively smooth transfer of furniture, clothes, books and pictures.  Decisions are relatively easy; will I still need all those winter clothes when I head south every winter; I haven't used that (bowl, silver services, etc) in twenty years, so pack or donate?  

An added element is present in today's tech, google, facebook, I- everything world.  Its not enough to move the television, you have to return the electronic DVD box to the content provider, order a new one from a different company that is wired in the building and have a computer buddy restore cable cords and boxes with new equipment.  Mail to be forwarded, address change to regular providers of services( alarm system; plumber, heat/air conditioning company, etc.  Newspapers need to be rerouted, trash pickup days re-learned. the list is endless.  but each day that I empty a closet, fold clothing or linens or toiletries into boxes I edge closer to walking away from the physical reminders of 37 years of my life.  Making the move as a widow is particularly hard.  Who do you turn to and say: "remember when we bought that print?  Eight years gone and your bathrobe is still on a hook in the closet, time to wash and donate it."  checking the back of shelves in the kitchen, I come across six or seven "chicken wishbones" dried, wrapped in paper towels, saved for luck? habit? 

And finally, the lists, endless lists: changes to make, calls to stop or reschedule services, notes on when a particular company will come to turn off one service or another, while neighbors stop by to offer a lunch break in a local restaurant, Off I go, remembering to stop at the new apartment house management office to pick up my keys.  I am almost 74 and this is the first home I have ever had with only one occupant, me.  how odd.  

LAND OF LOST TIME

I’m not quite ready for poems that rhyme,

For cute little ditties and such.

My (hopefully) short slide into the land of lost time

Has shaken me right to the core.

I’ve managed my share of medical crises,

Broken ankles, a rotator cuff tear.

I’ve had surgery on more toes than I can count.

Now, that certainly was unfair.

I’ve gained a partial third set of teeth, through crowns, implants, and caps

At least now my smile is reasonably normal, with no obvious gaps.

I pulled through managing Crohns’ disease

In spite of a rare burst colon.

I’ve followed the orders of doctors and dentists

Treated quickly anything swollen.

As much as I love food that’s salty or sweet

I try to contain my weight

It helps to practice the art of Tai Chi

With a focus on feeling fit and great.

So how did I happen to meet with such a daunting challenge?

Silent, no symptoms, no signs.

That managed to totally consume my mind

Bacteria on my brain had designs!

“Let’s not let her realize how dangerous we are,

We’ll sneak into her bloodstream, swim near the left ear,

A bit of deafness to start”.

“We’ll hide in the coils and twists of her brain,

Mess up memory so she seems to be addled.

We’ll short-circuit her recall, her store of knowledge

With confusion she will be saddled.”

And best of all, we’ll be hard to find, and harder to understand

Until a team of great Docs, MRI’s and blood tests

Ferreted out the vandals.

With high powered medicines, lots of rest, to be sure

This was something I could handle.

My memory is slowly reasserting itself, so I’ll know who you are if you call.

I still stop at times when I forget to remember why I’m standing in the front hall.

Of course, the Times awaits outside, and I need that daily crossword

And yes, I walk slowly; walk carefully on side walk and lawn,

The last thing I need is to lose balance and fall.

So to all of my friends, The Florida crew, the Columbians I’ve known for years,

My family, my children, my neighbors.

Without your support I could never get through

To what I hope is a fruitful life, with poems and classes and movies too.

And I sit now, indoors, with my house in a shambles,

Moving boxes, filled with stuff, empty walls surround me.

And outside the woods, the stream and the brambles.

But they’ll be close by my new abode

With no stairs! One level!  A treat to behold.

I’m moving, downsizing, to an apartment that’s right sized,

For myself and my lifestyle today

But I carry my memories; they all fit in my heart,

And I’m only a few minutes away!

May 23, 2015

Susan Kleinberg (I think)