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This is my Brother. Age: 73 Height: Was 6 ' - He was living in Philadelphia, PA USA. Whereabouts currently unknown. He has TBI. He was living at The Yorkhouse, 5325 Old York Rd, Philadelphia, PA 19141. All we know is an ambulance took him from the senior living facility listed above in April. Anyone who sees this man please contact me. He was disoriented and in a wheelchair. He may hot have his ID on him nor his glasses. He cannot hear. He can no longer walk. He had previous brain surgery in the 70's.. He has a 6" scar across his forehead. He has dementia. He was transferred to a neurorehab facility but became quite agitated when they attempted to remove is beard. He was consequently discharged.
Philadelphia police have refused to take a missing person's report or assign a detective to the case. They did place his name in a database of missing persons. They said "call around".
I did contact the Salvation Army in Philadelphia and they have been somewhat helpful in advice. He is the 3rd born of 4 children - the 2nd born did not survive past birth.
He always said "you can't pick your family" but his Mother (deceased in 2003) would look for him in the crowd of Grateful Dead fans on a video posted at the last concert he attended before he was broadsided by a UPS truck which killed his dog and left him permanently disabled. The traffic light was malfunctioning.
The Yorkhouse 55+ Apartments: theyorkhouse.com/
Years ago he was to attend my Son's wedding in Lambertville, PA. We had a shirt, suit and shoes waiting for him when he arrived. He missed is train and did not arrive. The DJ did play Grateful Dead's "Truckin" for him at the wedding. He probably did not want to sit near his Dad who did attend and it was too much anxiety for him. The anxiety of keeping tabs on him is too much for me but I deal with it.
Does FLICKR have a missing person's page? I'm not finding one.
This is not a joke. For all the frustrated families of missing persons everywhere, keep searching as long as you can.
Help, please?
Update: 5/16/2023 - Spoke with a lady in Philly this morning who said she saw him, and that is all she can say. No further info available. His son and my son have been updated. HIPPA laws. 'Nuff said.
Ms Boop sprained her hand and her friend sent her flowers! It was all she could do to take a bath and hold her flower for all to see. She really put herself at risk by getting her bandage so close to the water. That’s only the half of it. We had a talk about her so called accident and she gave me permission due to HIPPA, to tell what really happened in her Call 911 photo.
Penn Station, Philadelphia
This is my brother, Bob.
Bob has a heart of gold. He could not hurt a fly. He was a great tour guide when we visited him in Philadelphia. He took us to see a surround sound movie of Alaska years ago- it was wonderful - I still have the brochure somewhere. He knew all the bus routes incredibly well. He relayed his many adventures and kind hearted deeds throughout the years. He said yesterday he'd taken an 8-yr old girl to a Philles ball game as her dream was to see the Philly Phanatic. She got her wish!
Today (April 25, 2024) is his birthday. He will be 74 today. I just spoke with him and he sounds happy. His voice mail is not set up and I'm unsure whether he would be able to access it anyway. That is a frequent issue for so many people.
Bob is currently living in the York House Apartments in Philadelphia. He does have TBI and has previously had a brain aneurysm. As of this date (june 18, 2021) we are hoping he is still alive as he is no longer returning calls. He has recently switched healthcare providers which has now dis-enrolled him from a program he enlisted in to get help. He may not have been aware of the ramifications of doing so. He has a wonderful lady named Leah D'Agostino from Allegheny who was helping him with this and she was associated with his previous healthcare provider. She was trying to get him a hospital bed once his building manager, Laura Reed, gave the ok. This building has 12 floors total, I am told. Leah had enlisted a wonderful man named Norman (with a difficult to spell last name) who was helping Bob and he is in touch with Leah. Leah has not heard from Bob either so she is going over to see if he is still alive. He lives on the 4th floor of this hi-rise building. He has had much trouble getting help for his basic needs as he is no longer able to articulate those needs coherently.as many trained professionals have looked away.. We hope Leah can turn that around. In speaking with Laura Reed just now she indicated she has seen him and of course for privacy reasons, cannot say anything more than that because the protection of their seniors living there is their concern. Laws are, after all, made to protect residents and their best interests. We have spaces on forms for ONE or TWO contacts, at most, and being a contact can sometimes be confusing.
Reminder to self: Cousin Harold is trying to get in touch with brother Bob however now we have lost contact with Cousin Harold who is somewhere in the Northwest.
Update: July 25 ,2021 - Bob returned a call today. He now has a hospital bed which Leah was able to secure for him. This weekend while this hospital bed was at it's highest position, the cord for the bed fell from the outlet. Bob has been unable to attach it - he says his nurse's aid has not returned in months and most of his clothing has been removed by this aide to launder and has not been returned. He sounds quite distraught. He has also lost his bank card. I do not know how or if he is able to take his medication. Please pray for Brother Bob. If anyone reading this lives near or is able to travel to 5325 Old York Road, Apt. 402, Phila., PA 19141 - please tell my Brother to stay strong - there is a higher power out there - I do not know where but there is one. Bob is in hospice care.
Update: Received a phone call from Mr. Gregory Benjamin from adult protective services inquiring about Bob. Mr. Benjamin said there was an ongoing investigation regarding Bob and asked me if I saw any "red flags" when speaking with Bob last. I have not felt any more red flags than usual other than Bob has now said he is in acute amount of pain and he is now totally confined to a wheelchair. When I had asked Bob how he was he said, "terrible", as opposed to his usual "I'll make it". So yes, there is some concern.
Today, Dec. 3. 2022, I received a phone call from Bob - it was a short call.
Update: April 25, 2023 - Bob is missing again. I've been told he is in a hospital although I am unable to locate him. His son, who is out west, says he has not heard from him but wants to be kept updated which I will. Unless I hear otherwise soon I will file a missing person's report. His current phone is being answered by someone else.
Update: May 16, 2023 - Spoke with a rep from the York House Senior Living Apts - the lady said she has seen him but that is all she can tell me. Don't know if it was in a vision, in the streets, in a hospital, a viewing or at home. HIPPA laws suck.
Update: April 23 2024 - Spoke w Brother Bob today - he sounds great. He said he has an appt. at Temple University Hospital to get his hearing aid checked again. He did receive his birthday cards I sent him 5 days apart, on time, as his birthday is April 25th.. They were sent from different mail boxes. Said he took an 8 year old girl to the Phillies game as she wanted to see the Philly Phanatic. All's well.
****Critical Update!!!!
Yesterday, July 24, 2024 at 3:16PM Brother Bob's heart gave out after repeatedly coding on and off and finally coding for 15 minutes in the ER and ICU.
The initial call from Dr. Eman Hamad came in at 12:47PM yesterday afternoon. She is indeed a wise, compassionate, prestigious brilliant Doctor. I cannot thank Dr. Hamad and all of the other people at Temple University Hospital for giving Bob the best care in the world. www.templehealth.org/doctors/eman-hamad
Brother Bob had never relayed to any of his family or to me that he was battling Stage 4 Lung Cancer. It's been a long road home for him in Philadelphia. He was happy there. I do not know the date when he was given this diagnosis.
As of right now we are waiting to hear from the morgue, where his body was taken to, as well as his general practitioner. As always - on standby.
Update: We did finally find his body. He was cremated and his ashes transported to his family. RIP Brother Bob. We will never forget you.
The record gives us glimpses of a patient's first few days on Ward 5. "Condition weak" on the second day, "Up and about" on the third.
Emerita is a small genus of decapod crustaceans, known as sand crabs, or mole crabs. These small animals burrow in the sand in the swash zone and use their antennae for filter feeding.
Description
Emerita has a barrel-shaped body. It has a tough exoskeleton and can hold its appendages close to the body, allowing it to roll in the tidal currents and waves. It has feathery antennae, which are used to filter plankton and detritus from the swash.
Males are typically smaller than females, and in some species, such as Emerita rathbunae, the minute males live attached to the legs of the female. Females are around 8–37 mm (0.31–1.46 in) in carapace length, depending on the species, while males vary from a similar size to females in E. austroafricana, down to 2.5 mm (0.098 in) carapace length in E. rathbunae and E. talpoida.
Distribution
The genus as a whole has a broad distribution in tropical and subtropical regions. Most individual species, however, are restricted to smaller areas, and their ranges rarely overlap. The genus is common on both coasts of the United States and along the Atlantic coast of Africa; the related genus Hippa is found across the Indo-Pacific, including Australia.
Species
Twelve species are recognised:
Emerita almeidai Mantelatto & Balbino in Mantelatto, Paixão, Robles, Teles & Balbino 2023
Emerita analoga (Stimpson, 1857) – western North America and western South America
Emerita austroafricana Schmitt, 1937 – southeastern Africa and Madagascar
Emerita benedicti Schmitt, 1935 – Gulf of Mexico
Emerita brasiliensis Schmitt, 1935 – southeastern Brazil and northeastern Brazil
Emerita emeritus (Linnaeus, 1767) – South Asia and Southeast Asia
Emerita holthuisi Sankolli, 1965 – western India, Persian Gulf, and Red Sea
Emerita karachiensis Niazi & Haque, 1974 – Pakistan
Emerita portoricensis Schmitt, 1935 – Caribbean Sea
Emerita rathbunae Schmitt, 1935 – western Central America
Emerita taiwanensis Hsueh, 2015
Emerita talpoida (Say, 1817) – eastern North America
The Old World species had been widely thought to form a monophyletic group, as did the New World species. The use of molecular phylogenetics has shown, however, that E. analoga, a species living along the Pacific coast of North America, is more closely related to African species than it is to other New World species.
Taxonomy
The genus Emerita was erected by Giovanni Antonio Scopoli in his 1777 work Introductio ad Historiam Naturalem. The type species is Cancer emeritus (now E. emeritus), because at one time, it was the only species in the genus. Other genera with the same name have been rejected for nomenclatural purposes; these were published by Laurens Theodorus Gronovius (1764) and Friedrich Christian Meuschen (1778 and 1781).
Ecology and behaviour
Emerita is adept at burrowing, and is capable of burying itself completely in 1.5 seconds. Unlike mud shrimp, Emerita burrows tail-first into the sand, using the pereiopods to scrape the sand from underneath its body. During this action, the carapace is pressed into the sand as anchorage for the digging limbs. The digging requires the sand to be fluidised by wave action, and Emerita must bury itself in the correct orientation before the wave has passed to be safe from predators.
As the tide changes, Emerita changes its position on the beach; most individuals stay in the zone of breaking waves. This may be detected by the physical characteristics of the sand. As the tide falls, the sand is allowed to settle; when Emerita detects this, it uses the temporary liquefaction from a breaking wave to emerge from its burrow, and is carried down the beach by the wave action. Longshore drift may also drag Emerita laterally along a beach.
The main predators of Emerita are fish; in the eastern Pacific Ocean, the barred surfperch (Amphistichus argenteus) is particularly important. Seabirds also eat Emerita, but do not appear to target the aggregations of mole crabs. Carcasses of Emerita provide an important food source for the closely related scavenger Blepharipoda.
Relationship to humans
Due to the Emerita being the predominant diet of the barred surfperch, surf fishermen use sand crabs as bait. Soft-shelled Emerita are kept also as bait by commercial fisheries.
In some cultures, sand crabs are eaten as a popular snack, such as in Thailand. They are often prepared via shallow frying in a pan or deep frying in batter. The taste is often described as falling somewhere between that of shrimp and crab. Eating sand crabs presents a risk of paralytic shellfish poisoning and/or infection with Profilicollis parasites. In Malaysia, the sand crab locally known as yat yat, ibu remis, kutu laut or udang pasir can be found along the beaches in Kelantan during the monsoon season. The crab is a local delicacy that is usually fried with eggs or roasted on a skewer like satay.
Life cycle
Emerita has a short lifespan, perhaps no more than two to three years, and can reproduce in its first year of life. The eggs are bright orange, and hatch into larvae, which may live as plankton for more than four months and can be carried long distances by ocean currents.[7] The number of zoeal stages varies between species from six to eleven.
The boat crew had some downtime on the beach while they were waiting for us to put our shoes on after a wet landing, and they amused themselves by digging in the sand for these.
www.scielo.br/scielo.php?script=sci_arttext&pid=S0104... says:
Two species of Hippa
occur in the eastern Pacific: Hippa marmorata
(Hombron & Jacquinot, 1846) (a senior
synonym of Remipes pacificus Dana, 1852)
(Boyko, 2002, Boyko and McLaughlin,
2010) and H. strigillata (Stimpson, 1860)
(Hendrickx, 1995; Hendrickx and Harvey,
1999). Hippa marmorata occurs from the
central Gulf of California to Colombia,
including several oceanic islands of the eastern
Pacific (Revillagigedo, del Coco, Galapagos,
and Clipperton) (Hendrickx, 2005). Hippa
strigillata was described from specimens
collected in Cabo San Lucas, and additional
material has been reported since by only a
few authors.
[Go back four photos to get to the start of this story. Or open the album, where the chapters are listed in order]
I hoped, when I set off from the reservoir on the trail back to my truck, that the new trail I was on would be in better shape than the trail I had taken in the beginning. That did prove to be the case, but not by much. It seems like there was less loose rock to stumble on. The trail may have been a little wider. There were more frequent blazes to indicate the right way.
But the trail was only marginally better, and as if to compensate for that improvement, there was more bare rock, more going up the slanted sides of huge boulders protruding from the hillside. Walkable, no need for roping up, but still, rock where it was hard to be sure of my footing, and hard to be sure of the purchase of my walking stick. By this point, I would look down and make sure of where I was going to place my left foot, look to see where I could safely, and profitably, place the tip of my walking stick, and look to see where my right foot would go next. Three decisions, or maybe two anyway, for every step. Conscious decisions. Decisions that not only cost me effort, but cost me time. And now the light was going. And I had no way to speed up. I had one speed, one gear, and one gear only.
There was one nice moment on that last leg. I was plodding, staggering, lurching down the trail when suddenly off on my left I saw two brown smears moving, running through the forest, and two whitetails, two deer, fleeing. That lasted for about five seconds and then they were gone. I was alone again.
Dusk soon enough became darkness. Maybe I had gone halfway, or maybe a little further, down the new trail when it became completely dark. I had my phone, and the flashlight on the phone. I held the phone in one hand, and the walking stick in the other, and plunged ahead.
There were two more falls on that last leg. I don't really remember much about the fourth one. Maybe that fourth one was the one where I thought I had dislocated my shoulder.
I have to pause for a brief digression. I have experience with a dislocated shoulder (maybe it was an elbow) happening while hiking. The shoulder wasn't mine. It was that of my girlfriend at the time. Actually, I'm not sure we ever got to the boyfriend/girlfriend stage. Maybe we were more at the friends with benefits stage. Anyway, some friends of ours invited us to go camping with them. The male of the other party owned a company called This End Up Furniture, This End Up because the furniture came in a box. The company achieved moderate success, had a retail outlet maybe in Raleigh (where I was living at the time), and maybe a couple of others. One in Richmond, I think. Had I stayed in that circle I think I would have gone down a different road, and maybe ultimately not a good one. It was 1977, cocaine was about to come on the scene, and the This End Up guy might have been tempted, with money in his pocket, to try a little of the Bolivian Marching Powder, and I might have been tempted to give it a try too, just to fit in. Addiction is never far from me. Soon enough, I left Raleigh, and went off to Arkansas to join the writing program at The University of Arkansas. Pot (and hashhish, once even opiated hash) is the furthest I've ever gone down the illegal drugs route. Okay, there were the five hits of organic mescaline in Seattle, but those were thoroughly enjoyable, didn't seem particularly dangerous. I would do it again. The next time, however, I would look for organic mescaline. I like throwing up. Cocaine, and its derivatives, and heroin, and it's derivatives and substitutes, are not on my menu.
I won't tell you the name of my maybe not-yet girlfriend. Her name was Catherine, or Katherine. Kathy. I'm not sure she had done much hiking. We of course shared a tent. Sometime during the night, there was quite a downpour. The tent was good, and we didn't get wet, so all good so far. In the morning, we packed up our gear, loaded the car, or truck, or van, whatever the This End Up guy was driving (he was long on charisma, at least longer than me), and we set off down the trail.
Oh, we were camped on top of Roan Mountain. Roan Mountain is famous in North Carolina. It's a bald, a natural feature (no one can quite explain how they come to be, but there are a number of them in the Smokies). The reason the Roan Mountain bald is especially famous is that, though the top if barren of trees, it is covered with rhododendron bushes. The bushes are another natural feature, not put there by man. The mountain was a favorite of my mother's family, and a favorite especially of my mother. I think we even went up there and had my birthday party once. I used to celebrate my birthday on June the 26th, because my real birthday is December 26th, Boxing Day as the Brits call it (and also Chairman Mao's birthday). You don't get a lot of hullabaloo when your birthday is December 26th. June 26th is about the time the rhododendron has reached the peak of its glory on Roan Mountain Nice time for a birthday picnic.
So the rhododendron was in full bloom. The Appalachian Trail crosses over the top of Roan Mountain, and we were, as I have said, only going to hike a short way. Maybe I didn't say that, but I'll say it now.
We set off down the trail, the four of us, and we hadn't gone far l when Kathy fell, slipping on some leaves, wet from the night's rain.. That's when she dislocated her shoulder (or her elbow). She was stoic about the whole thing, not in a great deal of discomfort, at least outwardly, but we had to turn around, get ourselves back to the truck, and drive to the hospital in Boone, where she could get. her shoulder attended to.
We got to the hospital in good order, got in the emergency room, and waited, and waited. Soon enough, a nurse came in to apologize about the wait. They had somebody in front of us who had been through a much worse ordeal, and he took precedence . A fellow had been camping out on Grandfather Mountain (another famous North Carolina tourist destination). He had placed his bedroll (no tent) in a flat spot, he had an air mattress under him, everything was fine. Alas, during the night, a big gust of wind came along, slid under the air mattress, and sent the air mattress, and the guy, flying off the edge of the rock, the fellow falling through midair, in the dark. Fortunately for him (or unfortunately , depending how you look at it), there were trees growing up from the mountain at the base of the cliff from which he had fallen. So falling, upside-down, the fellow's foot lodged in the fork of two limbs. His life was spared, but now he was hanging upside-down, his foot wedged in the tree, in the blackness. And oh, now he had a badly broken leg.
I don't know if the fellow had a buddy along, but soon enough search and rescue was called. The problem was now that the rescue guys could not come down from the top, where maybe they had twenty or thirty feet to go down to get the guy. They had to come up from the bottom of the steep mountain, a distance of a mile or so, though thick woods. No technical climbing, I don't think. When they got up to the guy, they had to get him out of the tree.. How they did that I have no idea.
Long story short, after four or five hours, they got him down off the mountain. Those rescue people won't give you any pain medication. I imagine for that guy it was The Ordeal Of A Lifetime.
But the story, the short digression, doesn't end there. The nurses at the hospital were quite excited about the guy's broken leg. This was pre-HIPPA, and the nurses felt no compunction about sharing details of the poor fellow's very unusual injury.
I should note that there are several ski areas near Boone, and the hospital there sees a lot of broken legs and arms, dislocated shoulders and dislocated elbows. But now it was summertime, and they saw fewer of those. And truth be told, this was not just any broken leg. The guy had been twisting as he fell, so the break was shaped like an "S", with a double curve, and I would imagine the force of the blow, the speed and distance of the fall, had produced quite a separation between the two bones.
As I say, this was pre-HIPPA, and the nurses felt no compunction not to share the details. At one point, they even brought the x-ray back to the emergency waiting room, where we were still waiting, to show us exactly the wonder of this spectacular break.
Kathy got her shoulder fixed (I hope and suppose the broken leg fellow got his broken bone set) and eventually she went off to graduate school. We parted as friends. End of digression. I told you it would be brief.
Let's get back to the last fall, my fifth. This one again was uphill (three were uphill, one was sideways, and one was downhill, but the downhill fall was not a tumble, and wasn't too bad).
Again, I wasn't badly hurt. But somehow I was flat on my back, lying on the golf-ball size rocks, my feet pointing downhill, and nothing nearby to use to hoist myself up. The walking stick alone was not going to do it for me.
I looked off to my left (with the phone of course providing illumination). Maybe eight feet away there was a small sapling, and a rotting log, maybe eight inches in diameter. If I could get over to that sapling, and grapple my way up onto that log, I might have a chance to pull myself up. By this point I had lost quite a bit of strength, so who knows?
However, I had to get over to the sapling. Still flat on my back, holding the flashlight in one hand, maybe using the walking stick to push, but mostly digging with the heels of my feet, I struggled over to the sapling, still on my back, sliding across the rocks and leaves. It probably took me a minute to get there, and half-a-minite to get up on the log (under which there might have been a rattlesnake, but I had to take that chance). Then, in four or five tries, with the walking stick firmly planted in one hand and the other gripping the sapling, I managed to hoist myself into a crouch, and then to get myself upright. My knees are weak to begin with, and after five miles of progressively more miserable struggle, my knees were even weaker. Two or three times the knees buckled, and I slid back down onto the log. But finally I made it up.
Did I check to see how much charge I had left on my phone? I don't think I did. I did finally look on Google Maps to see where I was. I discovered that I was not that far off from a road. It was not at all the road where I had parked my truck. Google Maps said I had to go 11 miles on that road to get to Pearl St., where I had left the truck. Driving.
So Google Maps knew where I was, and as I moved, it followed me, with that little sort of green flashlight beam thing that tells you which direction you're heading. Every five minutes or so, I would stop and check the map. I was indeed heading for the road. Soon enough, I was very close to road. Soon enough, I left the trail and came out on the road.
Here is my submission for the Good Panda Flickr Contest Challenge during the downtime this week. :)
My little panda had an adventure at work with me on May 22nd! He was helping me set up urine cultures.
As a disclaimer regarding HIPPA, that is my own urine in the cup. (Yes, the lengths I go for photography sometimes.) I did not use a patient's urine. I also gave it a fake label "Jane Doe" with a creative birthday.
Rules: On May 22, during actual downtime, print and cut out the image that will appear on teh homepage at flickr.com, and take your photo of the little panda on an adventure somewhere. When the site's back up, upload your photo to Flickr, tag it with #goodpandacontest and add it to the Good Panda Photo Contest group.
some days call for it.
today was one of those days.
wore my ipod in one ear all day and kept to myself.
sometimes that is better for the people around me.
"Head down don't you make a sound
Keep your plans all to yourself
They'll come true they follow you
They're what you're obligated to
Don't you listen to nobody else "
-Avett Brothers
I post these images and their content, not for fame or sympathy. I don't want or need anyone's sorrow, or praise. I’m hoping, these post will expose the extent our government agencies, corporations and some in law enforcement, will go to, to cover-up the truth. Please take a moment to read through this. I’ve spent the last 19 years of my life, trying to expose this. Share it with someone it may help.
This is some of the cost, I pay for Free Speech. Some, have payed far more. This is medication, I depend on daily. In the package was my blood pressure meds and medication for enlarged prostate. With intentional acts like this, who wouldn’t need high blood pressure meds. I too, have extremely large balls. The balls; from being a whisltleblower, consistently exposing corruption and Gangstalking The VA (Veterans Administration) won’t help me with that. They will contribute, to the constant harassment and Gaslighting. I know these are serious violations, but I have to keep my sense of humor. I won’t let these parasites, keep me down.
On my previous post (The American Bully Part 3), I mention, some of the Malevolent Characteristics of a Gangstalker. The image you see is retaliation for that. I wrote “The Post Office workers, that deliver your mail after the holidays, your birthday, or not at all”. Four days later, this is the package I received. There was a small tare in the package, that was over-killed with tape. Three of my medications; the bottles and caps were destroyed. Only a small portion of their medication, was in the bottom of the package. That’s why I used the plate. Not only were my meds in the package, but two other prescription, for another veteran, were included.
My meds came from a VA pharmacy in my state. The other veteran’s meds, came from a different VA pharmacy, in an adjoining state. That veteran’s meds were slightly dented, but not busted open.
When I pulled the package out of my mail box, I took a picture of it. This isn’t the first time I’ve had my meds tampered with. I took a video, as I pull the contents out of the bag. I also, took plenty of pictures. I called the VA pharmacy, right after, had a woman call me shortly after. With the information I gave her; she said she would have my and the other veteran’s meds expedited. Those involved in Gangstalking; could care less about anyone, or anything else they affects, as long as it has an impact on their target. I’ll probably not receive my blood pressure meds, before I run out. Do you think I might need it, with this kind of crap, continually happening?
I will be filing HIPPA and Mail Tampering, violation complaints, to the proper authorities. Again, having to deal with so many corrupt government agencies. I’ve had many delinquent excuses from agencies like these. I have my doubts. Do you really think someone will actually give a shit? Aren’t you fed up with the excuses; being treated like an ignorant child?
I’ve had problems with the mail carriers after moving here, in January, 2024. On 4-11-24, a carrier drove into my yard, along the side of my driveway. She deliver a package, to large to put in my mailbox. She apparently, had to drive on my lawn, to do so. You can see my drive, in the previous post. The same carrier, kept pulling far into my yard, to put mail in my mailbox. I put a security sign, from the security company I use for home security, beside the mailbox to prevent this. The next delevery, on 5-13-24, she ran over it, bent it so bad; I can’t use it. I had security videos of those, and pictures of the ruts, she made in my yard. I took them to the Post Office Manager. I didn’t get all pissy. I even asked her, if there was anything I could do to help. She looked at them, said she would come out and take a look. She came out, looked at my yard, gave me a call and said she would talk with the carriers.
I installed a new mailbox, shifted and stabilized the post. It put it closer to the road, in hope she wouldn’t keep driving onto my yard. It was better for a few months. Now it’s back to the same-o. Also, the Sherrif that was supposedly looking for a runaway girl, that was supposedly hiding in the woods behind my house. Drove into my yard, when my other driveway, was right beside where he pulled in.
Now the Gaslighting has increased dramatically. From the past and another previous post; The American Bully Part 2, I wrote “As we get close to the entrance; there’s a red pickup truck setting by the entrance. We pull up, and beside this truck. They dart off ahead of us; to the same parking area. There are many parking areas, in this rec area; but they pull into the same spot we normally park in. I park a few spots away”. A few days after posting that; a red truck, same make and model, delivers my mail. This person not only delivered, but took a second lap around the turn-a-round, in front of my house. I also. had someone open my mailbox and leave it open on 12-22-24, and 12-27-24. Now, I have someone in the neighborhood; tampering with my security camera feed. Along with that, I had several packages delivered, after the Christmas Holiday. My brother, living on a Caribbean Island; received his packages. They were sent from our same family members, living 13 hours, from my home. He received his, well before Christmas. Me, well after. Do you truly think; these are all coincidences?
The perps involved in Gangstalking, love to use their colors. It’s another trigger they use when Gaslighting and harassing. That’s partiality where the label Gangstalking, derived from. Also, blow-back from my previous two post; has these parasites, bumping up the harassment. Usually after a post like the “American Bully Part 3”, these parasites will crawl under their rocks for a day or two. Then, they get the all clear, come buzzing out like angry hornets. Local Law Enforcement, has given them a free pass to perform their Nefarious acts. Many in the community, dancing in the streets with glee.
Targeting, has become one of America’s favorite pastimes. Take a good look at our society. If you’re a Targeted Individual, violence is not the answer. Educate yourself, document everything, stay true to your character. It may seem like it, but you’re not alone. I’ll always be here, let everyone know, what we are going through; in a country that’s supposed to be Free.
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Emerita is a small genus of decapod crustaceans, known as sand crabs, or mole crabs. These small animals burrow in the sand in the swash zone and use their antennae for filter feeding.
Description
Emerita has a barrel-shaped body. It has a tough exoskeleton and can hold its appendages close to the body, allowing it to roll in the tidal currents and waves. It has feathery antennae, which are used to filter plankton and detritus from the swash.
Males are typically smaller than females, and in some species, such as Emerita rathbunae, the minute males live attached to the legs of the female. Females are around 8–37 mm (0.31–1.46 in) in carapace length, depending on the species, while males vary from a similar size to females in E. austroafricana, down to 2.5 mm (0.098 in) carapace length in E. rathbunae and E. talpoida.
Distribution
The genus as a whole has a broad distribution in tropical and subtropical regions. Most individual species, however, are restricted to smaller areas, and their ranges rarely overlap. The genus is common on both coasts of the United States and along the Atlantic coast of Africa; the related genus Hippa is found across the Indo-Pacific, including Australia.
Species
Twelve species are recognised:
Emerita almeidai Mantelatto & Balbino in Mantelatto, Paixão, Robles, Teles & Balbino 2023
Emerita analoga (Stimpson, 1857) – western North America and western South America
Emerita austroafricana Schmitt, 1937 – southeastern Africa and Madagascar
Emerita benedicti Schmitt, 1935 – Gulf of Mexico
Emerita brasiliensis Schmitt, 1935 – southeastern Brazil and northeastern Brazil
Emerita emeritus (Linnaeus, 1767) – South Asia and Southeast Asia
Emerita holthuisi Sankolli, 1965 – western India, Persian Gulf, and Red Sea
Emerita karachiensis Niazi & Haque, 1974 – Pakistan
Emerita portoricensis Schmitt, 1935 – Caribbean Sea
Emerita rathbunae Schmitt, 1935 – western Central America
Emerita taiwanensis Hsueh, 2015
Emerita talpoida (Say, 1817) – eastern North America
The Old World species had been widely thought to form a monophyletic group, as did the New World species. The use of molecular phylogenetics has shown, however, that E. analoga, a species living along the Pacific coast of North America, is more closely related to African species than it is to other New World species.
Taxonomy
The genus Emerita was erected by Giovanni Antonio Scopoli in his 1777 work Introductio ad Historiam Naturalem. The type species is Cancer emeritus (now E. emeritus), because at one time, it was the only species in the genus. Other genera with the same name have been rejected for nomenclatural purposes; these were published by Laurens Theodorus Gronovius (1764) and Friedrich Christian Meuschen (1778 and 1781).
Ecology and behaviour
Emerita is adept at burrowing, and is capable of burying itself completely in 1.5 seconds. Unlike mud shrimp, Emerita burrows tail-first into the sand, using the pereiopods to scrape the sand from underneath its body. During this action, the carapace is pressed into the sand as anchorage for the digging limbs. The digging requires the sand to be fluidised by wave action, and Emerita must bury itself in the correct orientation before the wave has passed to be safe from predators.
As the tide changes, Emerita changes its position on the beach; most individuals stay in the zone of breaking waves. This may be detected by the physical characteristics of the sand. As the tide falls, the sand is allowed to settle; when Emerita detects this, it uses the temporary liquefaction from a breaking wave to emerge from its burrow, and is carried down the beach by the wave action. Longshore drift may also drag Emerita laterally along a beach.
The main predators of Emerita are fish; in the eastern Pacific Ocean, the barred surfperch (Amphistichus argenteus) is particularly important. Seabirds also eat Emerita, but do not appear to target the aggregations of mole crabs. Carcasses of Emerita provide an important food source for the closely related scavenger Blepharipoda.
Relationship to humans
Due to the Emerita being the predominant diet of the barred surfperch, surf fishermen use sand crabs as bait. Soft-shelled Emerita are kept also as bait by commercial fisheries.
In some cultures, sand crabs are eaten as a popular snack, such as in Thailand. They are often prepared via shallow frying in a pan or deep frying in batter. The taste is often described as falling somewhere between that of shrimp and crab. Eating sand crabs presents a risk of paralytic shellfish poisoning and/or infection with Profilicollis parasites. In Malaysia, the sand crab locally known as yat yat, ibu remis, kutu laut or udang pasir can be found along the beaches in Kelantan during the monsoon season. The crab is a local delicacy that is usually fried with eggs or roasted on a skewer like satay.
Life cycle
Emerita has a short lifespan, perhaps no more than two to three years, and can reproduce in its first year of life. The eggs are bright orange, and hatch into larvae, which may live as plankton for more than four months and can be carried long distances by ocean currents.[7] The number of zoeal stages varies between species from six to eleven.
This cabinet card photograph was purchased August 25, 2017 from an antique shop in Monpelier, Vermont. The photographer's embossment was the Brown studio of Marshalltown, Iowa. I believe this bewhiskered gent is Joseph Willcuts of Indiana, and later, Iowa.
I used the information on the reverse of the photo to find Thomas Willcuts, age 35, in the 1850 Sims Township, Grant County, Indiana census. Listed with him were his sons, Joseph, age 11, Calvin, age 8, and Enos, age 6, along with his daughter, Lucetta age 11 months. This squares with the names on the photo-reverse and boosts my confidence I've found a likely candidate.
By the 1860 census, Joseph had married Angeline Hiatt/Hyatt, and had a son, Francis, age 1 year. I found them in the Franklin Township of Grant County, Indiana. They were still in Grant County in 1870; listed in Washington Township. Joseph, Angeline, and Francis, age 11, were joined by sons Robert A., age 9, and William O., age 7, and daughters Junie E., age 5, and Luna M., age 1.
The 1880 census had the whole fam-damily relocated to Iowa. I found them in Marietta Township, Marshall County, Iowa. Besides being ten years older, Francis was living next door with his wife, Elvira. Joseph and Angeline listed two more daughters, Mary F., age 8, and Carrie E., age 3. This was the pre-HIPPA days, of course, so everyone's maladies were posted as well. Joseph was suffering a "rupture" while daughter Junie had neuralgia.
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I am seeking descendants.
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The Argonauts (Ancient Greek: Ἀργοναῦται, Argonautai; Georgian: არგონავტები, Argonavtebi) were a band of heroes in Greek mythology who, in the years before the Trojan War, accompanied Jason to Colchis (ancient Georgian Kingdom) in his quest to find the Golden Fleece. Their name comes from their ship, the Argo, which was named after its builder, Argus. "Argonauts", therefore, literally means "Argo sailors". They were sometimes called Minyans, after a prehistoric tribe of the area.
Story
After the death of King Cretheus, the Aeolian Pelias usurped the Iolcan throne from his half-brother Aeson and became king of Iolcus in Thessaly (near the modern city of Volos). Because of this unlawful act, an oracle warned him that a descendant of Aeolus would seek revenge. Pelias put to death every prominent descendant of Aeolus he could, but spared Aeson because of the pleas of their mother Tyro. Instead, Pelias kept Aeson prisoner and forced him to renounce his inheritance. Aeson married Alcimede, who bore him a son named Diomedes. Pelias intended to kill the baby at once, but Alcimede summoned her kinswomen to weep over him as if he were stillborn. She faked a burial and smuggled the baby to Mount Pelion. He was raised by the centaur Chiron, who changed the boy's name to Jason.
When Jason was 20 years old, an oracle ordered him to dress as a Magnesian and head to the Iolcan court. While traveling Jason lost his sandal crossing the muddy Anavros river while helping an old woman (Hera in disguise). The goddess was angry with King Pelias for killing his stepmother Sidero after she had sought refuge in Hera's temple.
Another oracle warned Pelias to be on his guard against a man with one shoe. Pelias was presiding over a sacrifice to Poseidon with several neighboring kings in attendance. Among the crowd stood a tall youth in leopard skin with only one sandal. Pelias recognized that Jason was his cousin. He could not kill him because prominent kings of the Aeolian family were present. Instead, he asked Jason: "What would you do if an oracle announced that one of your fellow-citizens were destined to kill you?". Jason replied that he would send him to go and fetch the Golden Fleece, not knowing that Hera had put those words in his mouth.
Jason learned later that Pelias was being haunted by the ghost of Phrixus. Phrixus had fled from Orchomenus riding on a divine ram to avoid being sacrificed and took refuge in Colchis where he was later denied proper burial. According to an oracle, Iolcus would never prosper unless his ghost was taken back in a ship, together with the golden ram's fleece. This fleece now hung from a tree in the grove of the Colchian Ares, guarded night and day by a dragon that never slept. Pelias swore before Zeus that he would give up the throne at Jason's return while expecting that Jason's attempt to steal the Golden Fleece would be a fatal enterprise. However, Hera acted in Jason's favour during the perilous journey.
Jason was accompanied by some of the principal heroes of ancient Greece. The number of Argonauts varies, but usually totals between 40 and 55; traditional versions of the story place their number at 50.
Some have hypothesized that the legend of the Golden Fleece was based on a practice of the Black Sea tribes; they would place a lamb's fleece at the bottom of a stream to entrap gold dust being washed down from upstream. This practice is still in use, particularly in the Svaneti region of Georgia. See Golden Fleece for other, more speculative interpretations.
The crew of the Argo
There is no definite list of the Argonauts. The following list is collated from several lists given in ancient sources.
1.Acastus
2.Actor (son of Hippas)
3.Admetus
4.Aethalides
5.Amphiaraus
6.Amphidamas
7.Amphion (son of Hyperasius)
8.Ancaeus
9.Areius
10.Argus (builder of Argo)
11.Argus (son of Phrixus)
12.Ascalaphus
13.Asclepius
14.Asterion (son of Cometes)
15.Asterius (brother of Amphion)
16.Atalanta
17.Augeas
18.Autolycus, son of Deimachus
19.Bellerophon
20.Butes
21.Calaïs (son of Boreas)
22.Caeneus (son of Coronus)
23.Canthus
24.Castor (son of Zeus)
25.Cepheus, King of Tegea
26.Clytius (son of Eurytus)
27.Coronus (son of Caeneus)
28.Cytissorus
29.Deucalion of Crete
30.Echion
31.Eribotes
32.Erginus (son of Poseidon)
33.Erytus (brother of Echion)
34.Euphemus
35.Euryalus
36.Eurydamas
37.Eurymedon (son of Dionysus)
38.Eurytion
39.Heracles (son of Zeus)
40.Hippalcimus
41.Hylas
42.Idas
43.Idmon
44.Iolaus (nephew of Heracles)
45.Iphitos
46.Jason
47.Laërtes
48.Laocoön (half-brother of Oeneus and tutor of Meleager)
49.Leitus
50.Leodocus
51.Lynceus
52.Medea
53.Melas
54.Meleager
55.Menoetius
56.Mopsus
57.Nauplius
58.Neleus (son of Poseidon)
59.Nestor
60.Oileus
61.Orpheus
62.Palaemon
63.Palaimonius (son of Hephaestus)
64.Peleus
65.Peneleos
66.Perseus
67.Periclymenus
68.Phalerus
69.Phanus (brother of Staphylus and Eurymedon)
70.Philoctetes
71.Phlias (son of Dionysus)
72.Phocus
73.Phrontis
74.Poeas
75.Prias (brother of Phocus)
76.Pollux (son of Zeus)
77.Polyphemus
78.Staphylus
79.Talaus
80.Telamon
81.Thersanon (son of Helios and Leucothoe)
82.Theseus
83.Tiphys
84.Zetes (son of Boreas)
Português
Na mitologia grega, Argonautas eram tripulantes da nau Argo que, segundo a lenda grega, foi até à Cólquida (actual Geórgia) em busca do Velocíno de Ouro.
Usando informações astronômicas, a mitologia e a precessão dos equinócios, o cientista inglês Isaac Newton calculou a data do início da expedição como sendo o ano 939 a.C.: 2645 anos antes do início do ano 1690 d.C.[1], ou 2627 anos antes[2],[3]. Já o padre e apologista cristão, Jerônimo de Stridon (347-420), estima que a viagem ocorre por volta do ano 1270 a.C.[4].
A saga dos argonautas descreve a perigosa expedição rumo à Cólquida em busca do Velocino de Ouro. Conta o mito que Éson havia sido destronado por Pélias, seu meio irmão. Seu filho Jasão, exilado na Tessália aos cuidados do centauro Quíron, retornou ao atingir a maioridade para reclamar ao trono que por direito lhe pertencia. Pélias então, que tencionava livrar-se do intruso, resolveu enviá-lo em busca do Velo de Ouro, tarefa deveras arriscada. Um arauto foi enviado por toda a Grécia a fim de agregar heróis que estivessem dispostos a participar da difícil empreitada. Dessa forma, aproximadamente cinquenta jovens se apresentaram, todos eles heróis de grande renome e valor. Cada um deles desempenhou na expedição uma função específica, de acordo com suas habilidades.
A Orfeu, por exemplo, que tinha o dom da música, coube a tarefa de cadenciar o trabalho dos remadores e de, principalmente, sobrepujar com sua voz, o canto das sereias que seduziam os navegantes. Argos, filho de Frixo, construiu o navio e por isso, em sua homenagem, a embarcação recebeu seu nome.[5] Tífis, discípulo de Atena na arte da navegação foi designado piloto. Morto na Bitínia, foi substituído por Ergino, filho de Posídon. Castor e Pólux, gêmeos filhos de Dionisio e Leda, atraíram a proteção do pai durante a tempestade que a nau foi obrigada a enfrentar. Destacavam-se ainda entre os heróis: Admeto, filho do rei Feres; Ídmon e Anfiarau, célebres adivinhos ; Teseu , considerado o maior herói grego; Hércules que não completou a expedição; Etálides, filho de Hermes que atuou como arauto; os irmãos Idas e Linceu e, é claro, Jasão, chefe e comandante da expedição.
Principais Argonautas
Jasão; o nemesis de pelias.
Acasto, primo de Jasão, filho de Pélias;
Idmon, o adivinho, filho de Apolo;
Pólux, os dióscuros (gêmeos filhos de Zeus);
Calais semi-deus do vento, filhos de Bóreas,
Zetes, irmão de Calais;
Anfião;
Etalides, filho do deus Hermes;
Argos, o construtor do navio e seu piloto;
Ascálafo, filho do deus Ares e rei de Orcomêno;
Atalanta, mulher que tentou embarcar disfarçada de homem, mas foi descoberta por Jasão;
Autólico, um ladrão filho do deus Hermes e avô materno de Ulisses;
Laertes, pai de Ulisses;
Butes, filho de Téleon;
Équion, filho de Hermes;
Eufemo, filho de Poseidon;
Euríalo;
Héracles ou Hércules, filho de Zeus;
Iolau, sobrinho de Hércules;
Hilas, discípulo de Hércules;
Poias, amigo de Hércules;
Filoctetes, filho de Poias;
Idas e Linceu, os gêmeos rivais de Castor e Pólux;
Oileu, pai de Ajax;
Meléagro;
Orfeu, o poeta que desceu aos Infernos, filho de Apolo e da musa Calíope, inspiradora da literatura;
Peleu, pai de Aquiles;
Télamon, irmão de Peleu;
Palemon, o reparador, filho de Hefesto capaz de consertar praticamente tudo;
Poriclimeno, filho de Poseidon, que tinha o poder de se metamorfosear em qualquer animal marinho;
Talau, rei de Argos;
Tífis, timoneiro que acabou morto durante a viagem;
Anceu, timoneiro que revezava enquanto Tífis dormia;
Ergino, timoneiro que revezava com Anceu e que substituíra Tífis, quando este morrera;
Anfiarau, adivinho célebre;
Admeto, filho do rei Feres.
Teseu, matou o minotauro.
Orion,abusou sexualmente de Ártemis
Heitor;
Em sua primeira escala, aportaram na ilha de Lemnos, habitada somente por mulheres. É que Afrodite, insultada por estas que lhe negavam culto, castigou-as com um cheiro insuportável de forma que seus maridos partiam em busca das escravas da Trácia. Movidas pelo ódio e pelo despeito, assassinaram seus esposos instalando na ilha uma espécie de república feminina, situação que perdurou até a chegada dos argonautas, que então lhes deram filhos. Na ilha de Samotrácia, segunda escala do grupo se iniciaram nos Mistérios dos Cabiros com o intuito de obter proteção contra naufrágios. A seguir, penetrando no Helesponto, mar onde caiu e morreu a jovem Heles, ancoraram na península da Propôntida, no país dos doliones, povo governado pelo rei Cízico. Foram ali recebidos com festas e honrarias e já se fazia noite quando os argonautas partiram para Mísia. Porém, foram obrigados a retornar devido a uma grande tempestade que se abateu sobre eles. Os doliones não reconheceram os argonautas por causa da escuridão da noite e, pensando tratar-se de invasores, atacaram. Instalou-se uma sangrenta batalha que se estendeu por toda a noite. Com o amanhecer, os vitoriosos tripulantes de Argo verificaram o triste engano. Jazia entre os mortos, o rei Cízico, que foi enterrado por Jasão e seus companheiros com homenagens e magníficos funerais......
On 31 January 1770 at Motuara Island in Totaranui (Queen Charlotte Sound), Captain James Cook claimed the South Island of New Zealand in the name of George III. It is said that a post was carried to the highest point, the Union Jack was raised, and a bottle of wine was promptly opened.
In January 1920 a memorial was erected to commemorate this event in colonial history. Yet the area had long been a significant site for Māori. At the southern tip of Motuara Island is smaller Hippa Island which held a pre-European Pā, and the area in general was an important place for trading (including trade with Cook and his crew).
As seen in this image, Motuara Island was burned off around the beginning of the twentieth century. The site was used to graze sheep and was later used as an experimental Angora goat farm. However the island has regenerated over the last 70 years to a low forest, and is now home to a variety of rare native species. Motuara Island attracts bird lovers from all over the world for this very reason.
The image itself was taken by Russell Duncan on 30 March 1902, and was later used in a School Journal publication (the original is held by the Alexander Turnbull Library). It shows an unidentified man with a cat on his lap, seated amongst tree stumps recently cleared away.
Archives Reference: AAAD 699 Box 23/i
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Við konurnar í vinnuni förum árlega í óvissu-ferð. Þetta árið var farið til Eyja og vorum við með hippa þema =)
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As many of you know, I am a nephrologist, a doctor who takes care of kidney patients. I was in the dialysis unit at our hospital, the acute dialysis unit. I just happened to notice that there were 5 patients receiving dialsysis at this moment and all 5 had a "DNR" sticker on their charts. DNR is short for DO Not Resuscitate or No Code. These are usually very old people just barely hanging on. They don't want to be hooked up to a respirator or to have their heart restarted if it stops. I just felt that it was very sad and unusual to have all 5 patients with DNRs.
I think this is one of the problems with us as people and perhaps our society especially. It costs a small fortune to keep people with kidney failure alive and patients and their families have a hard time giving up. So we keep up treatments (not just dialysis but all kinds of treatments) well beyond any reasonable quality of life. I don't know how we are going to pay for all the healthcare that we want. I know it is an old adage but we spend a large percentage of our healthcare dollars in the last few months of life.
I removed the patients initials from this photo for privacy and to comply with HIPPA laws. The names showing are of the attending physicians.
Thursday, April 13th, 2017
A Fresh Start
Six and a half months into the school year, we are finally making some big changes to help Anna. This year has been the worst ever for her. She started at Canyon High School (CHS) as a freshman in August of 2016 and things were bad from the start. I've been saying since the second week of September that her placement was wrong. I knew it... I can tell. I've been through this twice with her where her behavior is so bad, it indicates a crisis. It's her only way of communicating how unhappy she is. After last year in 8th grade, it took us until Thanksgiving to fix the problem (which was a teacher personality conflict) and we swore we would never allow that to happen again. This year, back in September, we told the district head of special education that we were not allowing our daughter to go through months of bureaucracy and suffer in order for them to check off their boxes. Both times when we made a placement change, things improved dramatically. I knew CHS wasn't the right place, I knew it. It was too big, there were too many transitions, there were too many children in each of her classes, and they have had an extremely unfortunate staffing issue with keeping teachers and paraprofessionals hired and retained. But we kept getting the party line of "Well, let's try this first." "We haven't exhausted all of our options here yet." "We're not ready to give up on her home campus yet." And you know what happened? I allowed them to keep trying things instead of insisting on changing her placement.
We continually requested meetings and training sessions with the staff. We got one and that was in early November. When we gave them some tips, they were like, "Aaah, that's so helpful!" I had written all of that out at the beginning of the year and had given it to the staff and school administration.
We had been requesting video of her meltdowns, rages, aggression, and room clearing events. They are still installing video equipment. Then we were told in the October ARD that we wouldn't be allowed to view the video even when it was installed because of HIPPA issues and that the video was only to be pulled in cases of suspected abuse or neglect. Why the hell didn't they say that in the first place? So then we asked that that a teacher (or a para) video Anna with a cell phone (of course with no other kids in the frame). That never happened. We were willing and wanting to help them problem solve Anna's behavior.
We have been requesting that a district specialist observe her behavior and make recommendations. It took them four months to make that happen and another month for them to compile data and meet with us. More on that later.
We had continual issues with the bus. Anna had been kicked off the bus twice and it nearly came to getting lawyers involved because they wanted to put her in restraints. They claimed that Anna was a menace all the time but we only ever got two formal reports. We got her bus driver changed and voila, Anna's behavior was fine. (By the way, that's the same bus driver that was responsible for my knee injury in November which the district also refuses to take responsibility for because I didn't file the complaint within 15 days. Grrr. I won't even get started on that fiasco. That woman ruined our entire holiday season and my knee will never be the same. I am still SO angry about it.) We greatly respect her current bus driver and aide. They are wonderful and they were not only willing to meet us for training, they wanted to know how to help.
So far this school year, Anna has broken (irreparably) four sets of glasses. She wears a -8.5 prescription. Those glasses are not cheap. At the beginning of the year, Anna started with one teacher who was a first-year teacher. She was super sweet but Anna is so complicated, we knew she would behave better with a more established teacher. So we requested a different teacher, which they accommodated. Yet at that time, we didn't realize Anna was moving classroom to classroom each and every class period. So really a different teacher didn't make that much of a difference. And why the hell are they moving the kids so much??? These kids have been in one room since PPCD. Move the teachers, not the kids! Oy vey. Seems like common sense.
Then about mid-October, they moved Anna's teacher to a new program and made one of the aides the main teacher. This was the para that was helping Anna cope with all the change and now she wasn't as available. About a month after that, they hire a new para that's also a nurse. Then there was Thanksgiving break and Christmas break. Having the nurse so readily available backfired and only increased Anna's perseveration on her health and she has spent the last few months complaining of ailment after ailment to avoid work and get sympathetic attention. Visiting with the nurse became a crutch and now Anna's hypochondriasis is the worst it's ever been. We cannot actually tell anymore when she's really sick because she complains so much every day about multiple things. Also after the New year, Anna's teacher began missing a lot of school because she had a baby at home and had daycare issues. Then there was a death in her husband's family so she was out again. Anna had to cope with a lot of substitutes. One positive change though was that they allowed Anna to do her math work in this teacher's room but she ended up bringing a lot of it home because she refused to do it at school. Right after spring break (long breaks are very hard on Anna), Anna broke her fourth pair of glasses, then the following week called 911 on the way to school saying she was having a heart attack. The ambulance met them at the school and it took a lot of convincing the paramedics that they didn't need to take her to the hospital. School administration was angry. We had to take away all of Anna's electronics and she still doesn't have her phone back. But wait, there's more! The following week (which was about three weeks ago), Anna's teacher up and quit on a Friday with no notice. Seriously.
I kinda went ballistic. I threatened to take her out of school. I asked about the FBA (functional behavioral analysis) which we had requested in October. I spoke with the BCBA that did the FBA, then spoke with the Low Incidence Disability Specialist, then spoke with the Coordinator of Behavioral Services, then finally with the Executive Director of Special Education and Student Support Services. Each of these ladies is lovely, as are each of Anna's teachers. I have no complaint against any one person. The program is messed up. They are woefully understaffed and there is no consistency or routine. We had an informal meeting where again I stressed that Anna needs to be in an environment with a stable teacher (ONE teacher), fewer kids, one classroom, and a smaller campus. The same things I've said all year. The FBA clearly indicated that Anna's behavior is motivated by negative attention. So we had another ARD. That took place two days ago, lasted nearly three hours, and had 14 people in attendance. We all agreed that with the new substitute in Anna's room, and a new teacher to take her place within the month, and with a direct line of sight to the nurse in the unit, it would be incredibly difficult to make significant changes in Anna's behavior.
We got Anna's placement changed.
Hallelujah!
On Monday, April 17th (one week shy of seven months since school started), Anna will start at Canyon Lake High School (CLHS). It's the same exact driving distance from our home. The campus is much smaller, about 1000 students compared to 2500 at CHS. Anna will be with one teacher (whom I got to meet on Tuesday and Anna will get to meet this afternoon) and I LOVED her. She is retired from the military and has a calm air of authority about her. There are six students in the classroom total and they only go out for electives. Anna's schedule will stay the same, she will go to Dance for 6th period and Ag for 7th period. It could not be more ideal. They don't have transportation lined up yet so I will be driving her and picking her up but I don't mind... I just want my baby girl to be happy again.
I've titled this photo A Fresh Start to represent Anna's chance to start over. There is something about a beautiful sunrise that offers hope, isn't there? We've lost a whole academic year (she really made no progress this year so far) but she will be going to Extended School Year (ESY) this summer with a focus on math goals. The thirteen people that joined me in that ARD meeting on Tuesday are very committed to helping Anna succeed, I just wish it hadn't taken so long for this change to happen.
Join me in wishing her luck. And thanks for reading. <3
Day 62, March 3rd, 2021
Anna’s in Heaven
Wednesday was COVID vaccine #2 for me, Curtis, mom, and Anna. Dominic got his first shot on Tuesday though we had to drive him to San Marcos to get it (CVS has the Pfizer vaccine which is safe for 16-year olds). Curtis dropped the kids off at school on Wednesday and got his shot early. Our appointment last time was at 3:30 but this time they were only vaccinating between 8:00 and 2:00. They told us to come anytime but we’d heard horror stories of an hour long wait outside from the day before. Mom and I picked up Anna early from school and headed over to the Civic Center. We were nervous that it would be a longer wait coming so close to 2:00. No worries though… we found a primo handicapped parking spot (Anna’s disabilities qualified us for permanent plates). We were picked up by a golf cart and transported directly to the front door which is nice because mom was still recovering from her fall a couple of weeks ago and was using a cane. There was no line at all. We had our paperwork ready and went right in for the shot. Anna noticed all the firemen standing around and was flirting heavily on our way in. When she sat down, she told the nurse that she was a little nervous and remarked on all the firemen. The nurse offered to get a fireman to come hold her hand and Anna’s eyes lit up. Mr. Garrett came over, kneeled down, and held Anna’s hand the whole time she was getting her vaccine. (Watch March’s ISE to see that in action!). Mom sat down partway through Anna’s shot across from us and thought Anna had a good idea. Well she got 2 firemen!!! After we waited our required 15 minutes post-vaccine, I asked the firemen to pose for a photo with Anna. I wish they were all in focus but I had to work quickly and not get any patients in the picture (HIPPA you know). Anna was in heaven and has been talking about those firemen ever since! Thank you, NBFD!
Are businesses, politicians, HR dept. & gov agencies open for criminal charges for forcing mandates?
Erie County Executive Mark Poloncarz, Erie County Legislators April N Baskin, Timothy Meyers, John Gilmour, Howard Johnson, Jeanne M Vinal, Kevin Hardwick, Lisa Chimera, school board members, school superintendents, school lawyers, teachers unions presidents, school nurses, business owners, HR Department heads, members of Erie County Dept of Health, Gale Burstein, government agency employees, hospital and medical facility heads, the Buffalo Bills, Shea's, Lancaster Opera House and so many others in this county have all acted as physicians without a medical license, made medical requirements and medical recommendations without a physicians license, violated HIPPA laws, violated the Hippocratic Oath, violated their oaths of offices, forced injections of an experimental medical procedure on employees and customers without giving them the required and proper information to do so. These elevate to civil offenses as well as acts of criminality.
1908 people in Erie County have regrettably and tragically died due to CoV-2 since March 2020. There are 916,672 people in this county. That means that .002% of our population in Erie County died because of CoV-2 in 19 months time. Far fewer would have died, and most could have been avoided and prevented had politicians and government employees not restricted use of known life saving measures and drugs. Still fewer would have died had they been allowed to not been forced to stay inside their homes, preventing them from getting the fresh air and sunlight critical to preventing the spread of CoV-2. Fewer still would have survived had symptomatic and CoV-2 positive patients had not been forced into area hospitals and elderly care facilities that had no cases of CoV-2. And after these policies signed off and authorized by Gail Burrstein, Mark Poloncarz, former governor Andrew Cuomo and Howard Zucker, tragedy befell hundreds of our beloved elderly in this community. And even more suffered needlessly and avoidably.
Why are these people responsible for these devastating and catastrophic decisions not being held accountable? Especially when states all over the country handled CoV-2 far better and with much greater success reducing case loads and cutting deaths down as low as they could. The models of success were out there that were working with great effect, and these people refused to look at or even acknowledge these extremely effective strategies.
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