Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

16 March

Video: Zip, who loves life. He’s around 18 months old but still a kitten in many ways, as the video shows. You’ll Have Fun Too.

by Jon Katz

Zip is a cat who loves life. Although he’s around 18 months old, as the video shows, he’s still a kitten in many ways.

The fun never seems to drain out of him.

Zip loves to walk with us, visit the donkeys and sheep, chase after the dogs, sit in my lap, lie in the sun, hunt mice and moles and chipmunks, go up in the hayloft, hide in bushes, go to the marsh, vanish into the woods.

He has fun just about every minute of his life, which is one of the reasons I love and enjoy him so much.

That’s a precious gift. The more freedom he has, the more fun and energy he shows. It’s infectious.

Day by day, I am confirmed in my belief that this animal should never be confined. He is a free spirit, happy and busy all the time. Come and see him burst suddenly into play. He is bursting with personality, life, and adventure. The more he roams, the more he sees, and the more he conquers.

This morning, as we were getting into the car to go into town, he was sitting on the porch. He put on a show for us.

15 March

Color And Light As Promised. Zip Says Have A Great Weekend. Me Too. One Message To Share

by Jon Katz

I’m looking forward to the weekend. This was a challenging weekend for Maria and me. We plan quiet, lots of reading, one dinner out, a friend for dinner, and more reading. We’ll also read some mysteries. And hopefully, some silence and rest. I’ll be blogging and trying to take some photos; I can do it in clouds as well as the sun.

I’ll see you in the morning. I’m moving my Mansion focus to the memory care unit. Zinnia and I can do a lot of good there. We’ll go there at least once a week, more if asked.

I’ll see you on Saturday morning. We’re still recovering from the burned burger fiasco of the other night. The burger stung the house, and we scrubbed every surface to remove the odor. Life goes on.

I have a message to share. Someone wrote to me this morning to say they were disappointed in me. Tonight, she would think of Bud freezing out in the New York upstate chill, and she was unhappy about it.

I replied courteously and said that perhaps she didn’t know that yesterday’s temperature was 60 degrees and today’s is in the high 40s. I said Spring was closing in, and Zip was having a blast roaming around, napping on the porch, and grabbing some mice.

She wrote back instantly with a simple message:   “Oh.”

She said she lived in New Mexico. I just wanted to let you know that I wrote back. “Oh, to you…”

And she was gone. And Zip was here. She sounded nice.

 

Zip is posing on the wicker chair, where he takes a nap in the early afternoon. He’s very good at resting and sleeping.

15 March

“Dammit Dolls:” The Best Conversation Yet With My Mansion Meditation Class

by Jon Katz

I bought two “Dammit Dolls” for my Mansion meditation class, and we had the best discussion ever in the class. We focused on anger, jealousy, and frustration that can afflict older people in elder care.

The residents were wide-eyed, and I passed the dolls around. Everyone at the table said they believed they would be helpful, even transformative. Were they saying that to please me? Possibly,  but they had much to say about the idea, which was all positive.

The Dammit Dolls were created in 2010 by entrepeneur Drew Levich to help people deal with anger and stress. I brought them to the Mansion, hoping they might be used to prevent anger and outbursts in recreational games like Bingo.

The discussion we had was extraordinary.

One of the residents admitted to feeling physical pains in her shoulders before losing her temper. She said squeezing one of the dolls or banging one on the table might pull her away from anger.

“We want to win something, ” one said, “I just want to win something.”

Art and June in their Pirate Bandanas

I talked with Activities Director Paryese Bates Becker before the class, and she suggested that the dolls be brought to gatherings like Bingo and temporarily given out to residents who got angry or too excited and then returned.

I thought that sounded right, but I said it was up to her.

The residents said they would welcome help dealing with anger and frustration; the dolls seemed like a good idea.

They seemed happy to discuss it, and the conversation was honest, accessible, and valuable. I told Maria, who was present that it was the best conversation in the class.

If not me, it’s up to the activities leaders to tell them how to use the dolls, but I could feel some aides’ natural resistance to the idea.

One aide thought it was improper to use the word “dammit” at the Mansion; another was concerned that if the dolls were given to the residents to keep, they might not want to either return them or use them to stay calm. That makes some sense.

The residents reacted more positively to the idea—this is up to the aides, staff, and residents, not me—than I expected. Two or three people described as getting the angriest didn’t know they were getting angry.

They also wanted to talk about this, just like they wanted to talk about aging and death.

One or two said they wanted to meditate and breathe to stay calm when disappointed or frustrated. “I only get angry when everybody wins but me,” said one. “But I don’t want to be angry at all.”

I was very proud of the discussion; we have come a long way. I don’t know if the staff will use these dolls in any way or throw them out. It’s their business, not mine.

But I am gratified by the self-awareness, honesty, and thoughtfulness that has grown out of that class. Anger, like death, is one of those things rarely discussed in assisted care and nursing home facilities.

Painting

And I was never prouder of this work than today. Their hearts opened up during the talk.

I respect the residents too much to treat them like crystal glass or hide from bringing up complex issues they face. I am also proud that the residents are hungry for these discussions and eager to participate.

It’s a learning curve for me and before them. But I’m not in charge of things like this; I can only lead discussions that I feel are useful rather than confining myself to games and paintings.

But our hard work together was paying off. We don’t just sit and draw – there is nothing wrong with that; they love doing it  – we talk about their reality. They asked if we could continue the conversation next week. They passed the dolls around the table and touched and squeezed them.

Those new tools – Dammit Dolls, life-like dogs, and cats –  are essential and effective. I’m always searching for new tools to engage and support older people.

Zinnia and her pal Lili, a Mansion aide

I’ve spoken with several teachers and elder care aides about the Dammit Dolls, and they have a strong and positive response from people who work with older people.

They say the dolls give them an alternative behavior to anger and a calming tool to use under pressure. I talked to several teachers who swear by them.

I’m glad I brought it up.

15 March

I’m Now A Volunteer At The Food Pantry. It Feels Right, I Start Next Friday…There Is A Call For Microwave Popcorn, The Kids Miss It A Lot

by Jon Katz

I signed up today to volunteer at the Cambridge Food Pantry. I’ll start next Thursday morning to help with the backpack project, which sends healthy snacks and food to 66 children at the local central school who need food support.

The backpacks are distributed discreetly, with numbers, not names, so that the children won’t be embarrassed or self-conscious. The backpacks also take account of the children’s allergies, food issues, and other needs (gluten, etc.). I’m happy to help with that weekly.

(The pantry requests baked beans and Orville Redenbacher’s Movie Theater Butter Microwave Popcorn,  Classic Bag, 24-count.)

I can’t imagine many more satisfying things than getting microwave popcorn to kids in food-deprived families. I just ordered two microwave popcorn orders.

I also just saw the now daily updated Amazon wish list. These foods are not available to the pantry for various reasons. You can view it here and donate anytime if you like. It’s similar to the existing one with a few new additions, like popcorn and mayonnaise.)

I’m volunteering for a couple of reasons.  Food deprivation is growing steadily in America. The food pantries are overwhelmed and struggling.

It’s a beautiful cause that helps people directly, and the Army of Good’s response has been strong and steady. (Below is the first of two deliveries the pantry receives from the Army of Good each day. The following delivery today is arriving this afternoon.)

If the blog readers are this enthusiastic – I am proud to see this – the least I can do is some hands-on volunteer.

And like my work at the Mansion, I will pay attention and be able to write about food deprivation with a more informed perspective. This cause touches my heart, and I see it also touches yours.

This is more meaningful than discussing my cat with strangers on social media. I’m slow, but I do learn.


This is the first food delivery from the Army of Goods to the Cambridge Food Pantry; there have been two deliveries a day for most of the week.

I’m excited about this new and renewed chapter in my work. I so appreciate your help and support, and more importantly, so do the grateful but often embarrassed families who come here to feed their families and children.

Thanks again; you are the saints of my digital world.

15 March

How Many People Live At Bedlam Farm? You Might Be Surprised. The Different Faces Of Jon And Maria

by Jon Katz

Two humans and a bunch of animals might live at Bedlam Farm, but the truth is, as always, more complicated. Lots of people live here, a score in fact; Maria and I are not just one person, but many people. We have a lot of other people here, including a small mob of Jon and Maria.

And we are often surprised, delighted, or edgy by the sudden and unpredictable appearance of another other.

I adore Maria, but I made the point this morning that she has never been the same Maria for more than an hour or so if that. She is the master of many moods. She says I’m the same way.

Fortunately, I love all of those moods (mostly.) I can’t speak for her.

She cracked up and said that she felt the same way; we are complex and inconsistent souls.

Who is this Maria?, I sometimes wonder. Who will be next? Maria says she wonders the same thing. We have learned to be flexible.

Life is constantly popping around here as two curious and intense people navigate a complex and intense world together. Issues also pop up whenever animals and a farm are involved. I decided to list Jons, and she offered to help me with mine.

I only knew which Maria I would see once we talked or encountered one another. She says the same thing. It keeps the relationship fertile and exciting; we are never bored with each other because our different selves can flip in a micro-second. There’s no chance to get bored with so many people at once.

I think our lives here are exciting, stimulating, challenging, and creative. We both say at least once a day how lucky we are to be here and how interesting we are to each other. We can never take anything for granted, which is healthy for me. I have learned to navigate this world of man-haters (donkeys included) and feminists with grace and appreciation.

There is usually only one Jon and Maria late at night, at least until sunrise.

I was joking about it this morning.

I said Maria and I are five or six or more people. Anyone can pop up or disappear instantly.

There’s Maria, the artist.  Maria the obsessive, Maria the workaholic, Maria the sweetest person in the world, Maria the lover of snails,  Maria the worrier, Maria Queen of the forest,  Maria the dancer, Maria the reader, Maria quiltmaker, Maria photographer, Maria videographer,  Maria the Potholder whiz, Maria writer, Maria the snail lover, Tarzana Maria, Maria the scrappy, Maria the moody, Maria the animal whisperer, Maria the wood stacker, Maria the man-hater (I am, after all, a man when all is said and done,) the Willa Cather Maria, Maria the dog and cat and animal lover,   Maria the defensive, and Maria the touchy.

I’m probably not the one to list the different me’s, but Maria is glad to help me out; bless her: I am Jon the minor celebrity, Jon the photographer, Jon the aging man, Jon the blogger, Jon the brooder, Jon the reader,  Jon the philosopher, Jon the author, Jon the dog and cat and donkey lover, Jon the writer, Jon the spiritual seeker,  Jon the distractable,  Jon the reader, Jon the impulsive,  Jon the reporter,  Jon the doer of good, Jon the nurturer (says Maria)  Jon the judgmental,  Jon the flower photographer, Jon the fighter, Jon the willful, Jon the hopeful, Jon the fearful, Jon the tough,  Jon the angry. (Thanks Maria, for your help. We’ll talk later.)

There are more Marias than Jon’s, but I am not walking in the park. There is no one me. I can flip on a dime. I’m in therapy. She’s not.

I have to stop. I’m afraid the list could get even longer. It’s interesting to have so many others on our small farm. It must be tough on the dogs. It reminds me of my city life.

We cover a lot of ground.

Every day is an adventure in love.

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