Andrea's Buzzing About: Being "ON HOLIDAY!"

Andrea’s Buzzing About: the Disability Blog Carnival # 20 she’s titled "ON HOLIDAY!"
Andrea has put this carnival together in a very clever narrative that almost makes you feel like you’re there.  She’s set up a "buffet" and invites us all to
help ourselves, then stake out "spots in the shade or a place to soak up some of the abundant warm sunshine. "Do try some of the brownies — I got the recipe from Gluten-Free Girl and they are fabulous…" she says.

If you’re ready to take a little holiday of your own, this edition of the Disability Blog Carnival is the perfect place to start.  But don’t forget the bug spray!

You will find links to other Disability Blog Carnivals: past, present and future here.

(Visual description of black & white photo: a man and a small boy are standing side by side on the shore overlooking a body of water and a bridge in the distance.  The man’s right let has been amputated.  He’s leaning on his right crutch; the boy has a hold of the crutch in his left hand in a kind of affectionate gesture.)
 

Cross-posted at [with]tv

REPORT: Children with disabilities 'as happy as classmates'

We received the following post from Lawrence Carter Long, who is a well known disability rights advocate in New York City. The article, from England, confirms what those of us
who live with disabilities have long suggested, namely that kids who happen to
have disabilities are indeed just as joyous and richly immersed in life as their
“normative” neighbors.

SK

Children with disabilities ‘as happy as classmates’

Cross-posted on Blog [with]tv

There's No Lip-Synching in Baseball!

Since everyone in America is talking about Barry Bond’s achievement, which is to say, "the feat" which is to say "the mountaintop" and because Mr. Bonds’ ascent to the top is marked by controversy, I want to add my little voice to the cacophony.  After all, that’s what a baseball crowd is for: it serves as a democratic shouting index and that’s as it should be.

As everyone knows by now, Barry Bonds has been under supreme suspicion of having used illegal steroids during the last decade of his career, a period for most athletes when players experience the erosion of their athletic skills.  Not only did Barry Bonds hit more home runs in his final decade in the batter’s box, but he looked suspiciously bigger and brawnier while doing it.

At this very moment Mr. Bonds’ former personal trainer is sitting in prison because he refuses to testify before a federal committee that’s looking into the use of illegal drugs in our nation’s pastime.

The home run title is baseball’s most glorious prize and my personal view is that anyone who breaks a cherished record while using banned substances should be given an asterisk.  After all, when doctors or attorneys take their respective board exams more than once this information is entered into their professional record with the phrase: "passed the boards on the second try".

Let’s let Barry Bonds have the home run title with a similar caveat, something like: "Performance enhanced record".

Heck, they could even build a special room at the baseball hall of fame for guys like Bonds and others who surpassed long held records with the help of chemistry.

I think this is the best solution to the whole problem of drug use in professional sports.  People could choose to be listed as either authentic or performance enhanced competitors.  In turn we would keep two kinds of record books.

In my view, and in the view of millions of other baseball fans, Henry Aaron is still the home run king.  The man doesn’t need an asterisk.

Right now it looks as though professional baseball is going to let the record stand as if it’s authentic.  That’s really a shame.

I love baseball.  I also love grand opera.  But I don’t condone lip-synching.

S.K.

Scott Rains is Blogging for [with]tv

The following is an excerpt borrowed from Scott’s post on The Rolling Rains Report:

[with]tv – A New and Different Voice

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The Travel section of the [with]tv blog has been launched — after much procrastination on my part and good humored patience on the part of others.

Yesterday’s post, "Welcome to Travel Programs at [with]tv" sets a theme of travel as transformation. Whether that is the intellectual transformation gained by such stellar programs as MIUSA‘s
student exchanges, the personal transformation gained from a good
vacation, or the systemic transformation of projects from disability
& development organizations such as Rosangela Berman Bieler’s
Inter-American Institute on Disability & Inclusive Development
(Instituto Interamericano sobre Discapacidad y Desarrollo Inclusivo) it
is still true that travel transforms.

Empty Nest: Day 3

Ross stopped by this evening.  He doesn’t yet have internet connection in his apartment so he’s left his laptop here.  It’s as good an excuse as any don’t you think?

On his way out the door for the night we had this exchange:

"Mom, are you crying again?"

"No Ross, actually I’m not.  I’m smiling.  Are you?"

"No.  When are you planning on moving?"

"Don’t know yet.  That has yet to be determined.  But I can say you’re stuck with me for at least a couple of months."

"Oh good.  I can mooch some more money off you then."

"Don’t count on it."

"I’m afraid of those big tears…"

"What, you mean the BIG CRY?"

"Yeah.  What the hell is that?  Love ya.  Bye."

Tomorrow I have to pick him up at 7:30 a.m.  He’s having surgery to have all four wisdom teeth removed. 

It’s good to feel needed, for now anyway.

~ Connie

Local Sports, Liesure & Disability Events: Sunday, July 12

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WHEELCHAIR ATHLETES AT THE OHIO STATE FAIR ROLL FOR THE PRIZE
Sponsored by the Columbus Advisory Committee on Disability
Sunday, August12 From 1pm to 5pm.

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Kidnetic Energy is Ready! You’re Invited to Our OPEN HOUSE!
Sunday, August 12th from 5:00-7:00p.m

Thank you, Scott Lissner, ADA Coordinator, OSU for the above info.

For more information…

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Empty Nest: Day 2

Don’t worry, I’m not going to do this every night…

Ross invited me to dinner to show me the progress he’s made on his
apartment.  "Would you mind bringing either a pizza or some Chinese
food?  Please?" 

By golly he has made progress in that apartment.  He lined the shelves
in the kitchen as I had suggested.  He purchased a tablecloth for the
table and even had the table set by the time I arrived.  There’s a
masculine looking candle arrangement on the corner end table, some "art
work" I hadn’t seen before.  Boxes are neatly stacked in the storage
closet.  The shower curtain is up.  He served me dinner.  We chatted. 

He looks very tired and too skinny. 

"You’re not going to cry are you Mom?"  He revealed that last night he did, just a little.

"You are crying!"

"No I’m not."

"Yes you are!"

"OK, but just remember, I’m saving the BIG CRY" (for when I leave for Iowa).

"What?  You mean this isn’t the BIG CRY?  MOM, what are you DOING to me!?" 

It was time for me to leave.  I planted a big kiss on the top of his head and reminded him I love him. 

He held his own, at least until after I left.

Vidal's Debut

For those of you who may be new to this blog, "Vidal" is my guide dog who appears in the photo at the top of our site. He is a yellow labrador and he comes from Guiding Eyes for the Blind in Yorktown Heights, New York. He is ten years old and starting to think about his coming retirement. He’s thinking that as a retired guide dog in Iowa City that perhaps he might want to think about a literary life. The post below, "The Secrets of Nature" is his first ever effort at poetry. I think it looks a lot like the Finnish poet Arvo Turtianen: direct, elemental, but still philosophical…

SK

The Secrets of Nature

Went to the woods.

Met King of the Wild Turkeys.

He was having trouble with lice, but otherwise he was fit.

Said that the stump god told him of big festival upcoming:

"Jamboree of Decay"

Wild Turkeys not invited.

"Gotta be truly decayed for festival," Turkey King said.

"Whaddya gonna do?" I asked.

"First, we’re gonna boycott straw and hay," he said, wiggling his fancy red neck tie.

"When people think "Wild Turkey" they think "straw and hay"" he said.

"So we’re not going to do the wild dancing in decaying vegetative matter any more."

"Then what?" I asked.

"We will only dance on sand, which as you know is still friendly to turkeys and all other fowl."

"Will you spy on the Festival of Decaying Things?" I persisted.

"No," said Turkey King, "That’s how they trick you into being inanimate like them. You gotta keep your wits out here in nature."

Vidal

Empty Nest: Day 1

That’s right; it’s official.  Today I am an empty nester.  It is the first day of the rest of my life. 

Child # Two, my son, my baby, moved out yesterday.  With the help of
three friends he’s moved to an apartment in town.  Steve and I are
moving to Iowa City.  Ross wants to stay or so he thinks.  I think I’m
OK with it.  Kinda sorta. My_favorite_2

I went to bed last night as I usually do and as usual, Ross was not
home.  I felt a little weepy but I think I was too tired.  My head hit
the pillow and out I went.  The next thing I knew there was a knock on
the door.  "I just came by to pick up a few things" he said followed by
"I miss you already".

He stopped by again early this morning and just a little while ago
we spoke and he said he’d swing by again.  More stuff to pick up I
suppose.

It’s a good thing because Maggie, our Golden Retriever, is lying by
the door waiting for him as she does every night.  I think she may be
suffering from empty nest syndrome. 

As for me, I don’t know yet.  I’ll have to get back to you on that one.

~ Connie

Photo description:  This is Ross’ senior high school portrait photo.  It was taken outdoors; there is a tree in the background.  He’s wearing a black sweater and he’s leaning forward ever so slightly against a railing we can’t see.  He’s got dark brown hair, blue eyes and although you can’t see them in the photo, long eyelashes to die for.