May 6, 2010
Driving to New West via the #1 highway, a new route for me, since I only drove Kingsway previous, it being a straight (diagonal) line convenient for not needing to turn left which I despise, and SW Marine which is a moon shaped approach … anyway via #1 as a passenger it occurred to me that we were sandhogs. The entire stretch of highway and wires and posts and dugout and boards and all else reminded me so much of sandhogs in novels I’ve read and yet we were arriving to the oldest city. No? We were tunneling out into the old spot. Odd that, somehow odd.
On the return it was the ribbon again at Boundary and Grandview. That stretch you experience sat at a traffic light. Not one you see necessarily from the bus unless you’re an over the shoulder viewer.
May 5, 2010
Incroyable
I’ve just learnt that a woman who works at the bakery fell over in exactly the same spot as me, except she was walking with her bike and that broke her fall somewhat.
Still that means three witnesses to the wanton disregard for public safety.
“The white board,” her friend said “Oh my God, I know that board… she fell over there too.”
While we were exchanging high octane on the trauma of falling over, some grumpy older bloke started giving out and rudely interrupted because he wanted her to hurry up. I shot a look at his left hip and wondered.
May 5, 2010
The stats on who falls over are alarming.
“About a third of people over 65 years of age that live alone will experience a fall this year. For those over 85, it will be half.” (Vancouver Coastal Health website)
Note the reference to home as danger. There’s no mention in the blurb on preventing falls on the lacing of our streets with debris or tripping over kerbs.
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There are approximately 4,000 hip fractures in British Columbia each year.
- For seniors, falls are the most frequent cause of injury-related hospitalization (from hip health centre website)
May 4, 2010
Crikey I never would have imagined how much it hurts to fall down. Physically, emotionally, all bashed up. No sleep and pain all day.
The cause of this particular battering? Speed and greed of money raring housing developers who care so little for public safety they leave shite lying about. I recall the letters of the sign TYAM, it read. To your arse Madame.
May 3, 2010
John Cage: A dip in the lake
The tuning in and out and the hiss, I like it. Gasp. Kind of exhale. like hearing a train on an interrupted cell phone signal. I am ticking on something in relation to it.
And less interrupted some violin works from Shostakovitch 4th Symphony (5 days left on it only)
May 3, 2010
Consoling myself with the thought that the fact I took the fall meant some aulder one did not is no longer consoling. The hip is burning hot. It does not protest as much in the last hour until I move it. What an absurd accident! If this keeps me from the tumbling mats on Wednesday I shall present myself at the site office and show it to the damn eejit that left the sign to fall down across the pipe and looked like it was meant to be there.
And the shock! Jayseezsus. I don’t like shocks. Not at all. And how they last. All this jittery shaking dizzy biz that a cup of tea won’t touch. I hope it will all just be a 72 hour bundle that passes.