We had another successful Senior Safety Saturday yesterday, where 78 volunteers installed home safety and security items in 54 homes in which seniors live. I was humbled and rather amazed that someone counted the total number of homes where we have done these “safety makeovers” over the past 12 years. Adding yesterday’s homes to the total, we reached 1,001.

I thought we had been doing this work for about ten years, but someone reminded me that the first home that was counted in this twice-a-year project was my Mom’s. So we began this work before she died, and I had forgotten. I remember, though, that I had to do a “demonstration project” to show potential donors and skeptical seniors what the idea “looked like.” My Mom’s home was the “guinea pig” (demonstration case.) Bless her, she went along with a lot of my cockamamie ideas.

After a nice “rah-rah” kick-off, featuring a rather prominent local leader recognizing the contributions we received from business supporters that fund this effort, the volunteers fanned out. I was a “roving worker,” being called to locations where a volunteer encountered a problem, needed an extra pair of hands, or something delivered.

We had only one minor injury — a hammered thumb — but there are lots of sore backs, muscles, and tired bodies among all of us. Whew….

I wore my Station Boots, which remained comfortable all day long. My partner didn’t come with me. He decided to paint our upstairs hallway in our own home. He generally avoids crowds (defined as more people than just me.)

Toward the end of the day, I got a call from a volunteer with yet another problem. She couldn’t get an access door to a water heater closet open. I went over there, and we worked on it for a while, and finally it gave way. We lowered the water heater’s temperature setting to 120°F (49°C) which is what is recommended to avoid scalds. She said that she had been dropped off at this location by someone, so she asked me for a ride to staging area to turn her tools back in. She hopped in my truck.

When we returned to the staging area, it had been transformed with a big tent and picnic tables. There were hundreds of people there. I was completely astounded. Usually only about half the volunteers working that day come to the final event; some go home because they’re tired, or they volunteer for the morning shift only.

As my friend and I walked up to the staging area, the crowd broke out into loud, thunderous applause. My partner came out from behind a post and said, “I had nothing to do with this, but they wanted me to be here to celebrate with you.” Hanging onto his arm was my lovely 94 year-old aunt.

I saw among the crowd a number of seniors whose homes we had done work over the years. I saw some people who had volunteered on this project in the past. I recognized the faces of some donors who had supported us before, as well as currently. And there were some local elected officials and civic leaders there as well. Best of all, there were smiles on each and every face in the crowd. That made me so jazzed — to see so many happy people.

The party turned out to be a celebration of exceeding 1,000 homes that are now better lighted and more safe for seniors to continue to live independently. Honestly, I don’t deserve the credit. The donors and the volunteers made it all happen, especially my hyper-organized friend who does all the hard work of organizing the volunteers with the needs with the required supplies and tools.

I was emotionally fragile while hugging (or getting hugged) by everyone in sight, but I was holding myself together until someone presented me with a framed photo of me and my Mom (standing with our first donor). The photo was taken on the day of our first “Senior Safety Saturday” 12 years ago. I had totally forgotten that the picture had been taken. After being reminded that my Mom was the first “participant” in this event so long ago — when I saw that photo, I completely lost it. My partner stood by my side, handed me a tissue, and just held me until I recomposed myself. My aunt, bless her, was bewildered why I would be so emotional, but it sure was nice to have her there, to hold, to hug, to introduce to friends, and to share smiles.

Life is short: celebrate accomplishments of thriving with your neighbors and enjoying what life is all about, one day at a time.

Today, did you:

• Share a smile with someone you don’t know?
• Show someone you love that you love them by doing something for her or with him?
• Call or visit a parent, and say, “I love you”?
• Let a sibling know that you love her, and care about him?
• Send a birthday card to a loved-one?
• Help someone learn something new?
• Learn something new yourself?
• Take pride in one of your own accomplishments?
• Share joy in an accomplishment of someone else?
• Ask for advice, then make a decision?
• Do something to help someone less fortunate than you?
• Manage your technology, instead of letting it manage you?
• Wear your boots?
• Thank God for being able to do these things?
• SMILE?

Yep, all these actions add up to a healthy, happy, worthwhile life. Doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight, tall or short, white or black, green or purple, employed or looking for a job. When you’re livin’ a good life as measured by how you act, the rest of the world is so much better with you being in it.

While I can’t call a parent since my Mom and Dad have died, they know what I’m doing; I’m sure of it. Here’s how I know: the cemetery where they were laid to rest is between the local home supplies store and the retirement community where I am doing my Senior Safety event today. As I left the building supplies store and drove past the cemetery yesterday evening, I was convinced my parents were sending a message. A ray of sun broke through dark, heavy clouds right over the cemetery and shone a path of brilliant light leading my way to the retirement community. It was eerie, yet stimulating. I knew, I just knew, that Mom and Dad were smiling. (Now you’re seeing the spiritual side of me).

Smile, have fun, share, help out, do something. After all–

Life is short: Make each day count.

A number of us are in that “sandwich generation” with having children to care for and aging parents. Personally, I am not in that particular situation. While there are a lot of children in my life, the kids belong to siblings and their offspring. My parents have both died. However, I have a 94-year-old aunt who I love dearly and who I help to facilitate her ability to continue to live independently. She lives in a retirement community where my mother once lived. This community is huge — some 6,000+ homes with over 8,500 residents. It’s right around the corner from me.

It is a retirement community, but is not a “senior center” nor provides services customarily found in senior housing. There are a variety of residences, from duplexes to condos to co-ops, in single-story structures, garden-style condo buildings, and high-rises. Each resident is responsible for the care and maintenance of his or her own home. The homes are owned by residents — they are not rental units (though some owners may rent to others, it is not a common practice to do that.)

I have visited and interacted with residents of this community for over 25 years. They’re fun, energetic, entertaining, and interesting. I always learn from my many “elder buds.” I have learned as well that they do not often want to admit that as they age, they may not get around as well as they once did, or see as well, or hear as well….

That’s where my individual twice yearly effort comes in. Without making a big deal out of it, I get donations from major building supplies retailers of essential items such as grab bars for bathrooms, non-slip strips for tubs, non-slip bath mats, brighter bulbs and additional lighting, night-lights, smoke alarms, and a variety of related safety products. I meet with my older friends to describe why these things are important, and get their permission to have these items installed in their home. I recruit volunteers from the community — sort of “seniors helping seniors” — and plan a “big day” to do the installations.

Before we do all that, we lay the groundwork to know what needs to be done where. With permission, we visit the homes where safety installations are to be done so we know exactly what will be needed to be done there. We make lists down to the “nth-” screw and whether a drill bit that can get through porcelain (such as to install a grab bar in a tiled bath) will be required. I have done this for about ten years now, and have the process down to a science.

One of my elder buds is hyper-organized (seriously, much more organized than I am) and he tracks all this information so that on the day of installations, everybody knows what materials, resources, and equipment is required, about how long a visit will take in each home, and who to talk to regarding specific needs, such as access to certain areas that may be restricted inside a building, or service access points, or so on.

Over the past two weeks, participant and volunteer recruitment has gone well and home visits have happened, and my buddy has been creating his “master list” of all things required, time, and scheduling. I have been contacting various public officials and the media, so we can get appropriate attention for the donors (so they will donate again in the future.) It’s a real team effort, and I can’t wait to get going!

Tomorrow is our next Senior Safety Day. I do the final “shopping” later today for the rest of the items that we don’t already have on hand. We will begin with a rally and kick-off, (hopefully short) speeches from an elected official and the primary donor… and we’re off! Let’s get safe!

Life is short: show those for whom you care that you love them by helping them be safe at home.

As social animals, we humans build and thrive on connections in our lives. We have people with whom we connect through family, friends, the workplace, and other regular activities in which we engage, such as going to the grocery store, church, civic activities, socializing with friends, sports & recreation, or whatever.

In today’s world, technology is omnipresent on how people connect with one another. However, there seems to be many people who have let the technology rule their lives rather than the other way around. You see it every day — people who rush to answer their cell phone, walk down the street texting away, yap away while driving a vehicle, immediately respond when their hear an alert that there is a new IM or email message, and admit an addiction to a device they call a “crackberry.”

I was shocked but not surprised to read a Nielsen study and a subsequent article in the New York Times that indicates that U.S. teens, in particular, send or receive more than 2,000 text messages per month. OMG, gimme a break! What disappointed me most was watching a report on the TV news the other night where a teen said, “yeah, the phone is right there, but I don’t use it; I text with five or six friends instead.” The kid is reporting on multi-tasking-texting. What’s the world coming to?

Do you share my annoyance in this situation: you are speaking with someone face-to-face, then their cell phone or Blackberry chirps. They immediately grab it to answer or read a message, dropping your conversation immediately as if you are totally unimportant and not even there! I find that behavior rude and inappropriate, yet it happens all the time.

Several years ago, I attended a training class that at first I thought was another H.R. Department waste-time requirement for “staff development.” I picked a class that I thought would be the shortest. It was on how to manage email. It turned out to be very worthwhile!

I learned a major lesson from that class that I employ to this day: when I want to read email, I turn it on and go look for it. But I don’t leave it on all the time while at my office — only for about an hour in the morning and an hour or so in the afternoon. Further, I have asked my staff by telling them not to send me email unless they are transmitting a document or forwarding a message. If they have something to ask me about, my office is just a few steps down the hall. Come see me! Let’s talk!

At home, I manage communications about the same way — I allow for a limited amount of time each evening for email, then I turn it off. That way, I manage my time with email, rather than have it manage me.

Same goes for the phone. Some of my family and friends get frustrated with me because they call and I do not answer. Since my cell phone is provided by my employer, I consider it something for work. When I get home, I turn it off and plug it into the charger, and leave it for the next day. I just forget about it. Don’t send me a text message on it; it is not likely I will even see it, much less respond.

I am one of those rare individuals who still has a “landline.” I believe that is important since cellular technology is the first to fail when disaster strikes. Anyway, I manage my landline as well. I turn the ringer off during dinnertime. If anyone calls when my partner and I are eating, they can leave a message. If they call when we are sleeping, they can leave a message. If they call and we’re busy, they can leave a message. I don’t run for the phone if it rings — so if you call and I don’t answer, it does not necessarily mean that I am not home. It means that I am busy with something else and choose not to answer the phone right then. It’s not personal. I will call back when I choose. If the time I choose to return a call does not fit your schedule, then we may play “phone tag” for a while, but unless it is a life-or-death matter, it can wait….

I do not use any Instant Messaging (IM) system. I find it very annoying and intrusive. If I want to have an electronic conversation with someone, I may use email. But I just don’t have time nor interest in “I-M-ing.” Same goes for newer methods of communication, such as Twitter. Interesting, etc., but not for me. Things like that could easily become addictive and consuming. I have better things to do with my time.

I deliberately choose when to connect with the outside world via personal or electronic means. I don’t let the technology control my life, but rather, use it as a tool for me to connect with others. After all, that’s why the technology was invented — despite the claims of the marketers from the latest communications gadget.

You know, back in the old days (when I was on a first-name basis with Julius Caesar in Latin class), it was a pleasure to hang over the back fence and chat with a neighbor, or visit in person at a friend’s home, or sit with my sister and play Parchesi while discussing life. Life rolled along just fine when people didn’t have technology that they allowed to get so out of control.

Life is short: manage how you use technology for your connections — don’t let it manage you!

I am not really one to play “keep up with the Joneses,” an American expression about having to have the things or appearances that what you have is better than the neighbors. My partner, however, is a bit more competitive in that regard. Our neighbor across the street from us is retired, and he spends hours and hours tending to his lawn and gardens. His home has a nice curb appeal. But then again, so do we. And we spend less than a quarter of the time on our yard than he does.

One of the best ways to have a nice curb appeal is that if you have a lawn, to ensure it is weed-free, lush and green. All the chemical companies promote their products that “eliminate” weeds and fertilize the grass… to the detriment of introducing chemicals that wash into the ecosystem when it rains. Where I live, eventually these chemicals enter the streams that lead to the Chesapeake Bay, which is suffering the consequences of this pollution.

I do not portray myself to be an environmental hound, but then again, if I can play my part to reduce the pollution in our environment and save money at the same time, it’s all good.

All of our lawn “fertilizer” is natural from our compost. Each time we mow the lawn, rake leaves, or collect any vegetative debris, we throw the clippings, leaves, and debris on the compost pile. Every now and then, I add some bacteria specifically made for compost piles. The bacteria hasten the action of the decomposition process that forms rich compost. If it doesn’t rain in a week, I will sprinkle some water on the pile, as decomposition only happens in a moist environment for the bacteria to work. I might take a pitchfork to the pile every now and then to mix it up. But otherwise, I just let nature take its course.

Each year, we produce about 3 to 5 cubic yards of rich compost. When I am ready to “fertilize” the lawn, I scoop out compost from the bottom of the pile and fill a wheelbarrow full of it. I roll it up to the lawn, and hand my partner a shovel. Then I break out my “secret compost applicator.” You heard it here, first, folks. Just build a 2′ x 2′ rectangle from wood, and staple a 1/4″ mesh screen across it. My partner will place a couple shovel-fulls of compost on the screen, and then I walk across the grass while shaking it. The compost falls through the screen and works its way to the top of the soil. In just a few days, this “natural fertilizer” chokes out any weeds and makes the lawn turn green as green can be. Great thing about this practice, too, is that it can be done any time of the year. The “fertilizer” doesn’t burn out the grass from exposure to harsh chemicals. It also builds up the layer of top soil.

What’s really amusing to me is that we do truly have the greenest lawn in the neighborhood and I don’t use any chemicals at all. “Across the street” is always sprinkling some bag of something-or-other on his lawn, ultimately adding to the Bay’s pollution. My lawn just loves year-old well-decomposed compost. And that appeals not only to my “green-and-natural” side, but my cheap side as well. I save a lot of money by not buying chemicals.

Additionally, we use the compost to put in planters and pots in which we grow flowers that hang from our decks, and vegetables that we grow in container gardens. We get the juciest, biggest tomatoes, squash, peppers, and other veggies. (After all, their ancestors once decomposed are being “returned” to them.)

It may take a bit more effort to get the compost going, and more of an effort to dig it up and spread it across the lawn. Sure, hiring a service to apply chemicals or put a bag of chemicals in a lawn spreader and spread it across the lawn is easier. But the negative consequences of such actions are not worth the cost to the environment, and our household budget.

Go green: compost and apply it… you’ll have the neighbors “green” with envy.