You’ve been granted magical engineering skills, but you can only use them to build one gadget or machine. What do you build?
Right now I would build the perfect machine to transfer a paralysed person from bed to a wheelchair or to the bathroom. Something small, and manoeuvrable that would fit in a small apartment. A single machine for all the manoeuvres needed, inexpensive and easy to handle. Something automatic, and at the same time safe for the patient and for the caregiver.It would save a lot of back aches and tiredness to the caregiver and insecurity to the patient. The caregiver don’t have to become a load lifter. But sometimes, doing those manoeuvres of transference from bed to the wheelchair and so on, is so exhausting that one has no strength to do other things more important for the well-being of the patient. People who have suffered a brain stroke need attention, personal care, observation, conversation, little exercises. They need, most of all, company. But the family around get exhausted doing for them difficult services like those before mentioned. The cranes and other machines that are in the market are awfully expensive or too big for small apartments.
World’s Best Widget
How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise? Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).
Since I wake up at at 6:30, I say hello to the sunrise almost every day. Nothing special come to my mind. i live in an apartment with no very good sights. So I only notice how, gradually, the light increases. Nothing romantic. No golden rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains, creating a warm and peaceful environment. Just day light in my kitchen where I’m usually busy with breakfast. What happened today? Nothing out of the usual.
I like sunrises and sunsets in nature above all in the mountain and over the sea. Contemplate the changing colours in the horizon gives me peace.
Every sunrise, every sunset, even those that pass unoticed, because they are not spectacular, means the inexorable flow of the time.
As the Fiddler on the Roof’s song says:
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
Who are your neighbors? Are you friends with them, barely say hi, or avoid them altogether? Tell us a story — real or invented — about the people on the other side of your wall (or street, or farm, or… you get the point).
I live in an apartment and, believe it or not, among my neighbours are the Marquesses of the Royal Defence. How on earth ended I as a neighbour of a family with such a pompous nobility title? It seems the building, located in the old city, was theirs, but they sold it, except for the apartment they’re living in. They have other properties in the region but they like to live a simple life in the city. They are a very nice couple, very polite, very easy-going. Nobody would said they are part of the nobility. They blend with everybody without problems. In fact I only discovered they were the marquesses when I read about them in the local newspaper. It was quite a surprise. We have a nice neighbour relationship. They are extremely polite and quiet. We use to visit each other for Christmas and have a good time together. We help each other when we need something. We visit them when there is some event as a new-born grandchild (their son lives in the same building) or something like that.
We have a very good relationship with our neighbours from the apartment next to ours. Two sisters, very friendly and always ready to help when we needed something. We shared with them our newspaper. And they, very good cooks, gave us cookies and cakes or fresh vegetables they brought us from their country house. We see each other every day. Wonderful people.
Very different were my former neighbours in another building. They were always making some reforms in their apartment, with all the noise you can imagine. Drilling, hammering, sawing without end at all hours. My ailing Mom was exhausted because she couldn’t rest. I went once to talk with them and a man opened the door with a hammer in his hand. I tried to ask him politely if he could stop making noises at certain hours when my Mom had to rest. He answered, very angry and rudely, that he had right to do whatever he wanted at his home whenever he wanted and told me to go out of his presence immediately, hammer in hand. I was so scared I never dared to go alone to complain again. We had to go thru the neighbourhood community to solve our differences. It was really nasty. For me was a mystery what they were doing to that apartment because for years there were no end to the constant drilling and hammering coming from above.
In that building we had problems also with our neighbours from below: a supermarket. Again the noises. Noises from machines. From the freezers and from the air conditioner machines. We had also vibrations from these machines. At night it was impossible to sleep. We complain but they said that we were exaggerating, so we finally had to call the police to measure to noise at night and prove it exceeded the legal limit. They finally were forced to repair the installation.
Daily Prompt: Good Fences?.
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