The coldest winter I ever spent
Some friends of mine at San Jose State University are running a research project related to sensory processing and sleep quality. If you or someone you know are at least 60 years old and living in the United States, please consider participating by completing the survey below:
Sensory Processing and Sleep Quality Among Older Adults
The survey is anonymous and takes about 25-30 minutes to complete.
Last week I administered some of my first assessments to a student as an OT intern. It went well!
Seen in a school I am serving at:
It’s not about bathrooms… as it was never about the water fountains.
My friend Vickie just died. She’d often say with feeling in her voice, “It’s all about the journey!” Sometimes that was an excuse for why bad things happened, sometimes it was a joyous call to celebrate the universe we live in. She was right on both accounts.
Pancreatic cancer took her at age 51. Death is coming with increasing frequency. The first contemporary of mine to die was JTF when we were both in our 30’s. My dad has been telling me about my parents’ friends dying more often: the parents of my childhood friends, their bridge partners, neighbors. I am trying to describe the feeling I have regarding this and it is difficult. Right now it feels like a sad, dark void.
My friends in the Kinetics Department at the Crucible are interested in learning 3D printing and then teaching it back to the whole building, running classes, the whole nine yards. Can you recommend learning opportunities for them? Would you like to join and help them be awesome? Write to me.
They have an Autodesk Ember 3D printer just sitting there waiting to become a tool of awesomness.
I am diving in to my final occupational therapy fieldwork on Monday! So I’ll be rather incommunicado for three months, until the middle of June. It’s at a nearby public school system, which is fantastic, my passion has been pointing me toward pediatric OT for a while.
During this time, life will be very busy for myself, Megan and Abigail. If you can help reduce Megan’s stress (or mine) in any way, our whole family would appreciate it!
Considering presidential politics? Listen to NPR’s Marketplace!
Hint: destabilizing factors are looked upon with suspicion on the world stage.
Megan and I had a really fun Valentines Day. Emmy came over to watch Abigail for our outing. Abigail shrieked with delight when she was at the door and demanded, DEMANDED that Emily come into her bed room. It was awesome. Went out to Kiru Sushi near home for a spectacular dinner and then off to see Hand to God at the Berkeley Rep Theatre.
Best moments in the show:
Bad puppet Tyrone and Carolina’s bad puppet doing nasty sex positions while their “owners” sit a hand’s distance away, quietly and entirely embarrassed for what they have to endure.
Jason/Tyrone goes full crazy on Tim and the way we are sitting in the theatre, we have Tim’s view and Tyrone is completely intimidating!
I am very relieved and excited to say that I have a fieldwork position for the spring semester at a local public school district. It will start in early March. The next 3 months will have me being very busy learning my craft, if I’m not calling you back, you know why. After that, I’ll study for the licensing test for 6 weeks and (hopefully!) be a licensed occupational therapist!
I’ve been thinking about a new phone because my battery isn’t holding a charge as well as it used to. When I found out that a new battery cost $5, I couldn’t, in good conscience, spend $450 on a new phone!
I was nervous about tearing my phone apart but it went exactly the way the video from IFixIt.com and Gwendolyn Gay said. Mad props to them for making great tools and a great video that walked me through it. I also replaced the headphone jack that was filled with pocket lint.
Total cost: $5 battery, $8 headphone jack, $40 kit, 1.5 hours of my time.
Awesome.
PS. Midway through the repair, I had the patient lying on the kitchen table with all the screws and wires out. I thought “there is the money shot. Take a picture!” Then I remembered that I was looking down at my camera in 20 pieces.