The title of this blog could be the Six Days War, but I think that term has already been used in the Middle East. Because it was half price (a new one is coming out next week), I decided to take the plunge and buy an iPhone 5s. Here’s the report from the front lines:

Day 1:
Bought IPhone 5S from salesperson who didn’t know how to turn on the voiceover when we started. By the end he was excited about the possibilities as am I. My goal for today was learn to make a call on iPhone and I’ve done a couple. I also got the weather app to tell me about tomorrow’s weather. For the apps that involve much typing I’m going to wait for the speed dots which I ordered. They will give me some tactual orientation on the screen. So far so good. It stopped talking once but I toggled a switch and it started babbling again. I’m getting tired so better quit before I break it.

Day 2:
I woke up in the middle of a horrible dream about being totally lost in a graduate program in philosophy out east. Even I can figure out where the totally lost part of that dream came from. My Facebook friends sent lots of encouragement about tackling IPhones and one guy even sent links to tutorials.
I think my computer got jealous! I was reading on the Internet about the wonders of Siri and suddenly Internet Explorer wouldn’t work any more. Four hours later including a long session over the phone with the computer help desk at school and I have a new version of Internet Explorer which fixed the problem. After taking a nice walk between storms with Luna, I got back to work.
I sent myself a message, which Siri does fine, but she won’t delete the messages. It took me a while to paw around and find the delete button but I got the job done. I told her to find a recipe for baked corn fritters and she did nicely. I just told her to wake me in ten minutes, so we’ll find out how the alarm works. Tomorrow’s job is to skim an iPhone for seniors Bookshare book. Yes I can. The alarm rang and eventually stopped whether because I found and hit the delete button or because it got tired who knows.

Day 3:
My goal for today was to get so I could dictate to fill out forms instead of trying to type on their keyboard. Luckily I had to go to church and farmers’ market and cook corn for tomorrow’s brunch so I did accomplish something today. A neighbor figured out there was “dictate” as an option for messages and notes but not in apps like BARD and Newsline where I need it. A listserv of blind people got me two responses but their solutions didn’t work. Apple Care Support was closed by the time I called. I submitted the question on Applevis website. So all avenues were explored, but goal was not achieved.

Day 4:
I am making some progress today. Took my first two pictures, Luna’s hindquarters and a selfie that makes me look 100 pounds heavier mean and exhausted. That’s what fighting technology will do for you! No useful help from Applevis or listserv, just people saying “dictate” works for them. So I called Apple and talked to a pleasant woman who got to where she understood my question and then put me on hold for a half hour after which I hung up. While on hold I managed to get the dictate option to show up on Google search, but not on either of the blindness apps. Go figger!

Day 5:
Labor Day I labored a bit to use Newsline and WI Public Radio apps. Successfully enough to feel comfortable using them if I was away from my computer which is still easier to use. Then I did some practicing with the phone and message apps. Still a bit of panic when the phone rings to figure where to poke to answer. Then I signed up to receive emergency campus notifications by text. I think that will include storm notifications. Enough laboring for one day!

Day 6:
To check Verizon minutes and data usage, you have to have a second level of security created by picking an image (no link provided even if I knew what the image was to pick it). But under accessibility I did find a phone number where I could check usage. I asked Siri to check my usage and she said she couldn’t and corrected my pronunciation of Verizon. So now I’ve been corrected by Siri. I succeeded in downloading the Kindle app downloading a book and starting to read it. Whew! Buoyed by this success I signed into the BARD (books for the blind from NLS) app which thankfully one only has to key in email and password once to do.

So after six days, I can do what I want to do on the IPhone but often it’s slowly, very slowly. Now on to the next phase of learning, figuring out things to do where this technology will be a plus for me. That’ll involve trying a lot of apps and practicing tasks so they become easier and quicker. Siri and I aren’t best friends yet, but I do plan to go to that movie about a guy who falls in love with Siri, called “Her.”

As I get ready to celebrate a younger friend’s 65th birthday, I’m reflecting on some anniversaries. The We All Love Our Pets program I started turns eight this month. This blog turns two and Luna and I celebrate our second anniversary.

When I read an article in a women’s magazine about elders giving their Meals on Wheels to their pets because they couldn’t get out to get pet food, I was appalled and decided to start a We All Love our Pets program in Eau Claire. I modeled it on the national program, but use a volunteer team I’ve assembled under the auspices of the local Humane Association to do the delivery. We started with five customers and now have over thirty. We’ve experienced a 23% growth just in the last year.

To get on the program, people need to meet two out of three criteria: poor, elderly and disabled. Most meet all three criteria. Each month I call and see what they need and then later in the week shop and deliver. On the August delivery, my volunteer driver and I went 45 miles around the city to deliver cat, dog, fish and parakeet food and cat litter to twenty-one people. The day before another volunteer and I had shopped for the stuff and delivered to ten people living in a high-rise for elderly and disabled people.

In addition to meeting great humans and cute animals, I’ve learned a lot about living with grace and style in poverty. One gal cheerfully commented that after paying her bills she had $4 to spend during the month, but it would be okay because she could go to the food pantry and the soup kitchen. As Herman Melville said: “Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed.” Their animals are such sources of joy to my pet food program customers. It reminds me not to take Luna for granted.

We shared our second anniversary by delivering pet food, going to Mass and my sharing a last bite of a wonderful piece of quiche a friend gave me with her. As I think back over our two years together, I’m struck by how subtle and intuitive she is. To tease me she tries to walk past church instead of turning in but does it in such a way that I know exactly when to turn. She lets little dogs win at tug of war so they’ll play with her. She sniffs my face and my backside when I’m sick to decide whether to let me sleep extra or not. After two years we’re reading each other’s signals well and I look forward to many more years working with her I hope.

In two years this blog has attracted 169 of you fine folks to follow my adventures in aging and reflections on disability issues and other weighty and mundane matters. “Kathie Comments” has not gone viral and is not among the top fifty humor blogs, but followers occasionally cheer me on and comment that they’ve learned something. It’s been a great way to motivate myself to reflect on daily events and dig a little deeper to find meaning in them. I’ve been in a blog carnival and on a blog tour and helped to start a blog for a group of Wisconsin blind writers. The haiku I wrote for my friend on turning sixty-five could serve as my haiku on two years of blogging:

I made it! I’m proud.

Work, books, people I’ve helped.

Forward to more fun.

Being a bookworm can boost well-being as much as a $2,286 raise according to the August issue of Prevention magazine. I found this tidbit as I trolled through my favored sections of nine newspapers today using NFB Newsline. Earlier in the day I’d skimmed ten books on philanthropy for background for a talk I’m giving in September using Bookshare. In the evening I settled down to read On Such a Full Sea for an upcoming book club. August 9 is listed as Book Lovers Day, but for me every day is I Love to Read Day.

In honor of Book Lovers Day I put out a notice of this little known holiday on five listservs of blind bibliophiles I’m on, as well as my Facebook page, asking what folks were reading. Of the thirty responses I got, most were reading novels — everything from science fiction to historical to romance to best sellers. One person said they read mysteries during the day but nonfiction at night so they didn’t get spooked. Another talked about the novel she and her husband were reading together on CD. Doesn’t that sound romantic?

Of course my daily reading also includes the hundred emails I skimmed and the fifty Facebook posts I zipped through. No wonder the magazines I get in Braille are stacking up even though I thought I’d tackle those stacks in retirement. Not having had much access to written matter as a child, I can’t bear to toss them until I’ve at least skimmed them for articles to tear out.

One of the emails was notice of a contest for Seedlings braille books for kids where you could write a blurb and win $100 worth of free books. I submitted the following:

“I’ve been a Braille reader for almost sixty years. As an adult I was delighted to use Seedlings to buy books so I could read to nephews, and now great nephews and great nieces. I also have become an honorary Pank (professional aunt, no kids) to blind kids taught by a friend of mine who teaches blind children in Wisconsin. Because of Seedlings there are so many more children’s books in Braille than when I was young. It makes my heart happy.”

Just in case you’re not convinced yet that reading rules, I’ll close with the joke of the day that was one of those emails I got:

The teacher wrote on the blackboard, “I ain’t had no fun all summer.”

“Now Paul,” she said. “What shall I do to correct this?”

“Get a boyfriend.” Paul replied.

We dedicated a sculpture of a guide dog complete with harness in honor of guide and other assistance dogs on the university campus where I used to work on July 25. Over 150 people and seven assistance dogs were in attendance. The dogs ranged from pups in training to be Leader Dogs to working assistance and guide dogs to my retired guide dog. The people ranged in age from six year-olds to eighty-something folks. A state senator and a state representative came with a proclamation and two city council folk were there. Friends and colleagues from the university, book clubs I’m in, church, community groups where I volunteer and people from my neighborhood showed up. Speakers from the university’s chancellor to a recent graduate who is partnered with a mobility service dog talked about partnerships, respecting the abilities of people with disabilities and interdependence. Refreshments included bone-shaped iced sugar cookies in the university’s colors.

Interdependence was present all the way along from my finding willing partners to help fund the sculpture to various offices on the campus working together to get the statue placed and the dedication event publicized and carried out. The feel of the event was the community celebrating the gifts of all its members. Education happened. A friend emailed me that he came in the building as a gal in a wheelchair wheeled up and her service dog jumped up to push the electric button for the door opener. He’d never seen that happen. People felt the braille on the plaque as well as patting the 150-pound bronze statue of the guide dog. The dog was described as looking noble, intelligent and magnificent and the ceremony as moving. Both local television stations and the local public radio station had pieces on the statue dedication.

Now the sculpture will take up its job of educating and welcoming people to the Student Success Office on campus which houses various kinds of tutoring and services for students with disabilities. Eau Claire gave it a grand welcome.

Bronze dog sculpture on display in Centennial Hall at UW-Eau Claire

Recently I had the opportunity to be part of a local delegation of parents who have adult children with severe cognitive disabilities. We met with the executive committee of our state’s Board for People with Developmental Disabilities. They’re a state agency receiving some Federal funds charged to make recommendations on service delivery, offer resources, hold conferences, etc. Considering new federal CMS regulations and the Workforce Innovation and Opportunity Act soon to be signed into law, there’s talk of phasing out center-based workshops and day services.

All of us are in favor of work at a competitive, living wage for all, no matter whether the person has a disability or not. All of us are in favor of full inclusion of everyone in community life. But the devil is in the details, as usual. Some people because of disabilities will never be able to work and earn a living wage, but may be able to do some work tasks slowly or with a lot of help. Some may not be able or willing to volunteer in the community. If work and preparing to work are the only options available, I fear that these folks will be shunted aside and not have a place to go and things to do.

When states get rid of sheltered workshops (as such services used to be called), they do so for many good reasons, and e.g. they were poorly run, warehoused participants and didn’t move people through the service to competitive employment where possible. There may be bad programs in Wisconsin, but the local ones I’m familiar with are well run, staffed by caring individuals and do help people move on to real jobs in the community if possible. Just like in every community, there aren’t enough real jobs and sometimes the community does not want to embrace a person with major disabilities in their business, their church or neighborhood, etc.

It reminds me of de-institutionalization of the mentally ill in the ‘60’s. We thought the money and services would be delivered in the community. Sometimes that worked well but sometimes people fell through the cracks and did not get needed mental health services. Nowadays we have high rates of people in prisons, jails and living on the streets with mental health issues. So many people are better off because of de-institutionalization, but some aren’t. I fear by closing all work centers/sheltered workshops we may do the same thing to another group of vulnerable individuals — people with severe cognitive disabilities.

So I went to a meeting with several awesome parents who wanted to lobby for a continuum of services, not just for their loved ones, but also for other people’s adult children with cognitive disabilities. Our pleas were met with statements like: “Our hands are tied” and “change is hard”. We didn’t get a meaningful discussion of how we can work together for good services for all. But I’m betting these activist parents will have more discussions with their legislators and other state agencies and won’t quit until they do get some real help from their government.

Maybe they’ll nudge services into looking at options other states have found useful. A friend who works in Washington told me that “In Washington, we have a service called ‘Community Access’ for people of working age whose barriers to employment cannot be overcome by the system. When I was county manager of a community access program in an extremely rural area, what we did was identify the person’s gifts, contributions, and interests, find the kinds of resources and activities that were available in the community, and connect people to those resources and support them to be successful in them.”

It was a privilege to labor alongside the parents even though the particular disability they’re dealing with is different from mine. I was blessed to have parents who advocated for my needs to be met. It’s only fair that I carry that forward for somebody else’s kids.

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Sometimes one has a chance to do something big and good. Such a chance came my way in 2002 when my father died. As he was nearing the end of his life, he said “you’ll probably give your inheritance to some good cause, won’t you?” Since I had a job and no dependents other than a guide dog I said I would and started thinking what good cause would honor my parents. I came up with children’s book awards for good books about the disability experience. Toward the end of June we celebrated ten years of these awards being given by the American Library Association.

When I was young there weren’t many books about people living with disabilities other than The Little Lame Prince and biographies of Helen Keller and Louis Braille. So I started the Schneider Family Book Awards through the American Library Association. I drafted criteria (modeled on the Coretta Scott King awards but for disability content). I turned over the criteria and a big check to the ALA and awaited results.

A committee of librarians (all volunteers) puts hours into reading and discussing each year’s entries. They give three awards per year to authors or illustrators of children’s books about the disability experience. When children go into the youth area of their libraries now, librarians can recommend books to fit their situations, whether they are a child with a learning disability who can read My Thirteenth Winter or a blind child with a sighted parent who can read Looking out for Sarah printed both in print and Braille, they’ll know that they’re not alone.

Each year there have been more books for the judges to pick among. My hope that a well done award would attract writers is working! The publishers of the award winners also receive positive notice which makes them more likely to publish disability content.

Several years ago when I was looking for a publisher for my book for young children about living with disabilities, Your Treasure Hunt: Disabilities and Finding Your Gold I received several turn downs from publishers who liked it a lot (or at least said they did) but were unsure of the market. So I ended up self-publishing and hustling to publicize it. If publishers know there is a market because there’s a prestigious award, they’ll publish more in this area of diversity.

I usually don’t interact with the committee except at the yearly celebratory lunch. One year a graphic novel was chosen, which felt like a gut punch to me because just like when I was a kid, a large part of that book was not accessible to me. I shared my feelings with them and worked to try to figure out how to make it accessible for blind kids. The National Library Service had one of their great narrators try to describe the graphic sections. They did it in such a way that blind kids could pass a test on it, but I’m sure this is a situation where a picture was worth more than a thousand words.

The committee has missed a few worthy candidates for the award like Good Kings Bad Kings by Nussbaum and Accidents of Nature by Harriet Mcbride Johnson. Since my background is not in English those books may not have had the literary merit they look for, but this reader could tell that the authors (who both had disabilities) got the disability parts right. Too many good books for all to get awards is a good problem. In the next ten years, I hope for many more great books, increased quick access in alternate formats like Bookshare, and more authors with disabilities rising up to win these awards.

When I started this project, I had no idea how to do it. I just had fire in my belly for kids to have interesting and realistic books about disability life experiences to read. Moral of the story is: go for it and the details will work out somehow. The pebble tossed into the pond has widening ripples. This blog is part of a blog tour about ten years of the Schneider Family Book Awards. Read some more blogs and good luck winning free books!

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One person will win a set of all 3 Schneider Family Book Award Winners from 2014. Participants must be 13 years or older and have a US or Canadian mailing address.

(Just an FYI: There is one winner total, but readers can enter from any blog participating in the tour.)

Here is the link for the giveaway. WordPress will not accept the widget code but the link should take them to where they can fill out the form to official enter into the giveaway. Your techie assistant can look at Nerdy Book Club to see how they included it.

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I’m rereading Joan Chittister’s excellent book, The Gift of Years and reflecting on the gifts my years have given me this week.

  1. Trying to organize a neighborhood meeting is like herding cats. As soon as I get some cats lined up, others have other ideas. By the time I get back to the first batch, they’ve wandered off. The gift of years is I know it will all work out somehow and you can only please some of the people some of the time.
  2. Since our church secretary has left, I no longer get the bulletin or newsletter electronically. Having gotten them for about nine months, I really do miss them now. I’ve emailed all the right people and gotten some vague promises, but no bulletins. The gift of years is I can keep persisting and going to plan B, C, D…to achieve my goal of knowing all the parish news.
  3. A friend helped me set up my television for the digital transition Charter is doing in this area next week. When all the publicity says how “easy” it will be and how “wonderful” the results, my life experience teaches me it’s going to be quite difficult and probably minimal benefit will follow. Sure enough, it took a couple hours and figuring out other steps that should be in the step-by-step guide but aren’t. In addition to the fact that as a blind person I couldn’t have done it alone, my years have taught me that work shared is much better and more fun. We prevailed and my friend left with horror stories to swap with others across the community who are walking the same road.
  4. Several people asked me to do volunteer work for them and I was able to say quickly and calmly that I’d love to if my accessibility needs were met. Self-acceptance is much better than when I was younger. Donnalou Steven’s song says it much better than I can:
  5. Back to that no church bulletin problem. I went to Mass and a frail elder who sits in her wheelchair in the back row with us, read me the announcements. She was pleased to be able to give help as well as all the receiving of it she does. The gift of years Chittister mentions that is still in process for me is trusting in the universe that we will be given what we need.
  6. Chittister says “Life is about becoming more than we are…about being all that we can be.” I wonder what gifts next week will bring.

I’m fortunate to live in a community that usually meets my needs and asks me to be an active community member as well. Here’s how it worked this week:

I went to the luncheon of the Eau Claire Community Foundation to see the grant I started given out for the first time. It is called Access Eau Claire and is designed to give a local non-profit a small grant to help it be more inclusive of people with disabilities in its programs. The Advancing Hope fund that won will give para-transit passes for rides to our local soup kitchen to people who need to ride para-transit, just like we have free rides in the winter for regular bus riders. Because of a communications mix-up with the gal who represented the organization getting the grant, I didn’t have a ride to the luncheon. So I called a neighbor who dropped everything and gave me a ride. I got there a half hour late and made a grand entrance just before the program started, but I was there! Community came through for me.

The next couple days dedicated volunteers and I shopped for and delivered pet food and supplies (mainly litter) to thirty households of elderly, disabled and poor pet owners. I started this We All Love Our Pets program eight years ago and now run it for our local Humane Association. The animals are so cute and it’s fun to hear the pride in the owners’ voices as they tell us about their beloved companion animals. Again community comes through with volunteers who give time and a tank of gas to driving around delivering.

When a friend who is a mom of a high school student asked me if I’d be a fortune-teller for the lock-in party they have for seniors after graduation, I just had to say “yes.” As I did research (both book and Internet) to get ready I realized fortune-telling and my real career of being a clinical psychologist had some big similarities. Friends and neighbors have let me practice on them and have lent me clothing and gaudy jewelry. One neighbor made Luna and Madam Katherine a fine sign with stars and the moon on it. A classroom at the high school was transformed with fabric and little twinkly lights into the fortune-telling parlor. Three of us fortune tellers held forth. The other two had done it before and were much more definitive in their predictions than I was; e.g. “roll the dice and I’ll tell you how many times you’ll be married and how many kids you’ll have.” Mine were more of the “you will have some troubles but you will get through them and then will have some good luck.” form. Luna’s favorite customer was a young man going into engine mechanics who loved to fish. I think she was working on him to take her fishing, but he said he preferred cats to dogs. The next day we both staggered around like we had hangovers. 2:30a.m. is definitely past our bedtime. Note to self: next year take an evening nap!

The rest of the week filled up with giving blood, reading Scripture at Mass, giving Animal Kisses to a friend’s new baby, and recommending a thriller, Kill Switch to friends. These are activities of daily life for many people. The only difference for me is a bit of extra effort to get the written word in Braille or a book on CD in the case of the thriller (involving a noble military working dog, by the way). Research for fortune-telling was of course done on the Internet with my talking computer.  It’s all part of the ABCDE’s of living with a disability:

A: asking/advocating for what I need different
B: breaking the bubble of isolation by reaching out
C: costs more sometimes
D: discrimination happens
E: it takes more energy and time to live the good life when a disability is on board.

I hope you’ve enjoyed scenes from my community. I’d be glad to tell your fortune, if you’d cross my palm with some bit coins (preferably marked in braille)!

Two recent news items and how they were reported got me thinking about what gets reported, what doesn’t and what images of the blind are favored by the media.

The first story came from Scotland and concerned a gal blinded as an adult who couldn’t see anything unless it was moving. The neurology was fascinating and the remedy of practicing looking at things while rocking was novel. The only thing that troubled me about the story was that it didn’t tell anything about her life other than what she could or couldn’t see. It seemed like a case out of an Oliver Sacks neurology book.

The second article was about a blind young man who will get to play football in college at a division I school, I think. The article talked about all the extra coaching he’d had and all the extra practicing he’d done to accomplish this feat but also quoted him as saying he wasn’t exceptional. However, he was okay with being held up to others to help them realize “you can do anything”. I disagree. I could not do what this young man is doing no matter what! To me, telling kids “you can do anything” is equally unrealistic as telling them “you can do nothing”. The trick is figuring out what you can do and how to do it. Tiffany Carlson’s blog with its reference to a TED talk on “inspiration porn” also points out the harm that being called “inspirational” does to the person put up on the pedestal.

On the other hand, just in the last week I was made aware of two stories that haven’t made it to the media and may never. One concerns the work a friend of mine who teaches blind kids did to put together a games day for one of her students. Remember the fun things you got to do as elementary school wound down in late May? Trip to the park, the zoo, etc. This lucky student got to play braille games with a grandfatherly blind person in his community, demonstrating the fun things you can do if you learn to read those dots and letting him visit with an adult blind person who lives a full life. I don’t know if they talked about guy things like how to bait a hook or what, but I’ll bet it wasn’t the unrealistic “you can do anything” tripe.

The other story that probably won’t get written concerns a statewide pattern in another state an acquaintance was describing to me of mismanagement of rehabilitation money. Blind people were not getting needed training to pursue competitive employment. When this person approached a reporter, they were told the newspaper didn’t have the resources to do investigative journalism.

So this week anyway, we get stories about curing the blind and blind superstars who are inspirational. For a truer picture, consult your friends with disabilities about the stories that don’t make the news.

Do you remember the Aesop’s fable about the fox and the stork? The fox offered the stork dinner in a flat dish and the stork offered the fox dinner in a tall jar. Sometimes I think of this as I interact with sighted friends and acquaintances. The following three examples will give you a flavor of these strange encounters.

I get my church bulletin electronically for which I am grateful. For the last few weeks I’ve noticed part of a story by our former priest about a Christmas memory in it. Since we’re in the Easter season, it piqued my curiosity. When I emailed the parish secretary she told me it was embedded in the page somehow but not to worry it didn’t show up in print so the sighted parishioners wouldn’t be confused. I replied that I was confused a lot so I guessed I was cool with confusion, but glad it wouldn’t be bothering the sighted folks.

The same day as this encounter I was talking to the head of a local non-profit organization. She asked me if I knew “Sue”. When I said I wasn’t sure, she told me that “Sue” was blind and needed an interpreter and surely I knew her. I’m used to the “blind people all know each other” idea, but needing an interpreter was a new wrinkle. I said that interpreter usually made me think of deaf people who use the services of sign language interpreters sometimes. She said that yes, she meant deaf. So I guess it’s broader than “blind people all know each other”. It’s “all people with disabilities know each other”!

Next day I was talking about a gift for a friend’s birthday with another friend and I suggested marigolds. I thought we should check what color we wanted to get with the recipient of the gift. The friend asked me did they come in different colors and what were they. I merrily started describing yellow, red, orange and variegated ones. Then I laughed and said that I thought what I said was true, but maybe I was making it up. My sighted friend said she surely didn’t know so I the blind person could tell her anything I wanted to.

The moral of these stories? For me, it’s be patient with sighted folks; they have no idea what you do or don’t know and can or can’t do! For those of you who see, you may identify with what a sighted friend used to tell me: “just because I can see, doesn’t mean I see”!


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