Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
18 Sep 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: cucumbers, Dementia Floor From Heaven, fresh basil, kindness all around, Life is just a bowl of cherries!, patio, phone, private bath, radio, singing and dancing, staff and patients, sunshine, window on the world
Bob has gotten used to the Dementia Floor:
sunshine
fresh basil
cucumbers
sunshine on the patio
opening Birthday gifts under the umbrella
radio in his private room
with private bath
phone
window on the world
friends: staff and patients
kindness all around
“Life is just a bowl of cherries”!
30 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: bleeps, Blue Tooth, byte, calendar, call and send in crowd-alone, E-waves, gold tooth, GPS, map-app, Music, phone, silver tooth, speakers, voices
Blue Tooth, silver tooth, gold tooth, byte,
voices, music, calendar, phone,
GPS, map-app, bleeps, and speakers,
call and send in crowd-alone!
28 Apr 2014 3 Comments
in Family Tags: app, E-Touch, finger tips, hide, learn, life is good, minimize, move between, navigate, phone, pix, scroll, select, show, slide, snap, speak, stay in touch, zoom
“Let’s see what this icon does”
With two finger tips I can:
Zoom in to or zoom out from the screen
Move items from one place to another
Minimize apps and show your Active Frames
View the Hub
Show the menus
Show the keyboard
Navigating within an app
With my whole hand I can:
Hide an iPhone
snap a selfie
see my pix
speak to Siri
learn letters
phone my folks
stay in touch…
LIFE IS GOOD!
http://docs.blackberry.com/en/smartphone_users/deliverables/55574/mes1335535802053.jsp
02 May 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: afraid, breathing, car, chair, dreamed, familiar, flooded, needs, ocupied, personal space, phone, pocketbook, poem, prescriptions, privacy, stramger, treading water
I dreamed
you moved into my house,
a stranger,
with all your prescriptions,
favorite chair,
all your needs.
There were 60 more,
just like you.
My house was occupied.
My car
phone
pocketbook
taken.
All my personal space.
Privacy.
I stopped breathing…
Afraid to share.
Then my first floor flooded.
We rescued each other.
All of us
familiar,
treading water.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 