Are you autoliterate?: What older people need to know about the new cars

We’ve all heard about the reduced skills of older drivers: We’re less flexible so we can’t swivel our necks to see backing up. Our reflexes are slower and we’re more likely to get in accidents–blah, blah. Still, it is the truth that we are no longer in shape to start careers as race car drivers.

But and however, a whole slew of safety and convenience features are now available in many cars with more due out later this year and in 2012. Not that a bad driver can now get away with stupid maneouvers, but these inventions can help all of us drive more safely and perhaps be less up tight behind the wheel.

Each car brand has its own name for these features and not all cars have all of them. You have to do your own detective work about brands and versions, but here’s a generic description of the features that appeal to this geezer:

Quick stop protection from rear-ending a car in slow city traffic: I tested this quick stop feature at a Volvo dealer. If the car is going 19 mph or less and it senses you are about to crash into another, it brakes and stops. No big jarring with this feature since it only works at low speeds and natch, you have a seat belt on. But a nifty way to avoid fender benders.

Backup cameras: Either on a separate screen or as part of the rear view mirror, these allow drivers to see clearly what’s behind as they back up. Actually, a great feature for all ages.

Back-up audio warnings: These beeps let a driver know how close he or she is to hitting another object. Accompanied by visual warnings on a screen in the dash. Same for forward motion.

Lane assist: This feature lets you know if you are straying out of your lane. Should stop the perpetual weavers who can’t seem to keep their vehicles between the lines.

Smart air bags: Not only are there more airbags on the newer cars—side, some knee bags and so forth—some manufacturers have sensors that tell the size and weight of the seat occupant and adjust the bags accordingly. Ford calls this an “occupant classification system”.

Navigation systems: Yeah,  you’ve probably had your portable Garmin giving directions forever, but I’ve hated ours sitting loose on the dash. (We should have secured it.) So cars with a built-in navigation screen seem safer and more convenient to me, though some say it’s silly to buy an expensive built-in nav system when you can just buy a much cheaper portable system. Whatever works to get you where you want to go, but older drivers who are feeling insecure about direction may enjoy having any talking nav system as a driving partner, especially one with a cute Australian accent, Cranky Pants’ current electronic love on the Garmin choice-of-voice list.

Electronic stability control: You know about anti-lock brakes and such, but the latest in safety engineering is electronic stability control or ESC. Each brand seems to have it own name for this feature. It prevents panic under-steering or over-steering and applies the brake to the appropriate wheel if a driver begins spinning or plowing.

Built-in Bluetooth: I don’t know of one older person who can make his or her portable Bluetooth work reliably in a car for cell phone calls. Maybe the built-in version will be better.

Seat belts that adjust to your height: What little old lady in driving shoes has not felt choked by a seat belt that only adjusted around the lap, but not for her height? Look up to the side of the car where the belt emerges above the head to see if yours is adjustable. This isn’t a deal breaker when it comes to picking out a car, but as someone who was hit so hard in the chest by a seatbelt in a collision that she later got a tumor (benign) where the belt cut into flesh, I would hate to think what a non-adjustable seatbelt could do to a small person’s throat in an accident.

Over-all safety concerns: You can still look to the testing done by the National Highway Traffic Safety Adminstration and the Insurance Institute of Highway Safety as well as articles in Consumer Reports on the behavior of various makes and models during crash tests. Here are the 2011 crash test results from the IIHS: http://www.iihs.org/

Fave Feature: The new Ford C-Max van—out later this year—has a rear hatch that will lift if you just wave a foot under the rear bumper. No hands! You do have to have the car key in your pocket. Here’s a video of the magic:

http://bit.ly/dXmUuT

Other issues: Older adults contemplating new cars need to get up to speed on the green car developments: the industry is going hybrid. The Prius is the best-selling hybrid, but the number of clean and green offerings is growing. One way to keep up is to check out www.cleanfleetreport. Before you go totally electric,  remember that power outages are common and that the electricity comes from a power plant that could be coal or nuclear. I hate to depend on gas, but I hate to depend on the grid.

I want a car that is powered by the motion of its own wheels. Engineers who are present: Isn’t this possible? Or I’ll plug my car into my rooftop solar array or the little wind mill on the garage.

Now if only there were windmill and solar lobbyists with big bucks to bribe–I mean lobby—lawmakers.

Photo of Prius courtesy of Roger H. Goun/Flickr

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Alzheimer’s–New Research Suggests Trouble Starts in the Liver, Not the Brain

If True, It May Be An Open Door To New Treatments With The Liver As Target

Recent research suggests the amyloid protein making up the brain plaque associated with Alzheimer’s Disease may start in the liver and be moved by the blood stream to the brain. At least that’s the theory put forth by research investigator, Greg Sutcliffe, at Scripps Institute in La Jolla, CA.

The findings surprised the investigator who used sophisticated methods of identifying genes that protect against beta amyloid and detecting where in the bodies of mice those genes were produced. Results suggested that some of the genes that controlled AD were, against almost all current medical opinion, produced in the liver and not the brain.

If the Scripps research is confirmed by others, it will open the door to new studies directed at the liver, possibly testing already existing drugs such as Gleevec, now used for leukemia and tumors, but used in this research on mice to “dramatically” reduce the beta amyloid in the mouse brains and blood.

Read that last sentence again: an existing drug dramatically improved the physical evidence of Alzheimer’s in mouse brains. If the Scripps findings are confirmed by other researchers, this line of thinking might continue into human trials and then into real world treatment. We’ll wait and see, but keep an eye out for more on the liver-Alzheimer’s connection.

As with any news that upsets known apple carts, the old guard is often suspiscious of new findings and sometimes rightly so. But sometimes not. Whatever the truth in this case, William Theis, chief medical officer at the Alzheimer’s Association, was not optimistic and is quoted as saying: “You could have any number of reasons (a treatment that targets the liver) might fail”.

Me,  I’m betting  more studies will target the liver. In fact, researchers at UC Irvine have been looking at the role of DHA, an omega 3 fatty acid,  in the liver and its connection to Alzheimer’s. Also focusing on the liver a few years ahead of these findings were some family members  on Web-based medical bulletin boards! Good for them.

(Ordinary people dealing with medical issues are not bound by received professional opinion. Their brains don’t live in content cages.)

Brains in cages

Here’s a link to Scripps with much more scientific detail: http://bit.ly/i9OTiC

The take-home from Scripps: Maybe we’ve been barking up the wrong tree. Maybe the answer will be found in teeny mouse livers. And then in ours. Stay tuned. I’ve got a Google alert on Alzheimer’s and livers, so I’ll post as new findings come in.

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Lost & Found: The Pleasures of Life

Have you noticed a weird category of life experiences—things that give great pleasure, but because they are not part of your habit pattern, you forget how wonderful they are and so you don’t pursue those pleasures? Then you run across the great experience again, repeat it and resolve not to forget and then forget and so on and so on?

Are we all forgetters of fun?

These memory lapses are not the Alzhammered forgettings of age. As a teen, I would forget how much I loved swimming in a lake at night until some friend would say, let’s go swimming under the moon. In the water, I would remember and resolve to do it again and then I would forget. Forget the lake, forget the moon.

Today what I forget is how much I like jazz, clarinets and saxophones. Also, I keep forgetting how I love gardenia perfume,  peanut butter on fresh bread, Doris Day, a roast chicken stuffed with spaghetti and cheese and dinner parties where the laughter of six people is the sauce of the evening.

It’s a mystery…

So how can a human designed to seek pleasurable rewards, keep forgetting her pleasures? Maybe my reflexes need re-conditioning. I don’t get it and want to take this up with Pavlov, but he’s permanently retired.

Maybe I will just settle for naming the phenomenon—forgetting the unforgettable.

Lord, another paradox to fog up life.

But I’m trying to pull the wonderful forgottens back into my life. For instance, what I saw last weekend at a jazz festival is reminding me about the power of music. I saw that you can settle a sedate 91-year-old into a concert chair, but if he hears something like Pennsylvania 6-500, he will be smiling and tapping and rocking and swaying and having a 1940’s kind of good time.

Ditto for me and Cranky Pants. There’s nothing like the pleasure of Dixieland, swing or ragtime to get the body going and the endorphins doing the double lindy in your brain.

So that’s my resolution. To become again what an old boyfriend once called me…a Pleasure Potato. To that end, I will write, not a Bucket List, but a Buck Up list, things to do that bring joy to the spirit.

One resolution is to turn on jazz every day at 3 PM, The Mind Sludge Hour. Yep, get the pleasure habit locked into the life pattern: Jazz, tea and a peanut butter snack at three. And then there are still chickens to roast and I can bite the ladle and ask friends to dinner.

I don’t live near a lake now, but I still live near a moon. Now I have to remember what else you can do with a moon.

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LAUGHS, CONFESSIONS AND A CAT

First, the confession: I have not been posting recently on The Geezer Diary because I’ve moved again, so I am still slightly Mayflowered out.

by Paolo Camera/Flickr

And then I also need to solve the mess I made as an avowed blogaholic—someone who makes blogs and makes so many of them loaded with so many posts that I no longer know which blog is which, where I should post or even why. (I make new blogs because it’s fun. Go figure.)

As of this morning, I counted 13 blogs on WordPress and Typepad along with too many domain names stored up at Network Solutions. I made blogs for Cranky Pants, my grandkid posse and my house, for my rebel side, my health writer side and the self who is a newspaper columnist. I also have one for business writing—Words 2 Go—that’s my corporate communicator who is now ghost-writing business blogs—and though I have not yet made one for my plants, that might be coming.

As penance for going AWOL and as a plea for forgiveness, I hereby offer a humor compilation of one T. Marni Vos, a speaker with a gilt-edged sense of fun. (If you like this, check out her website—www.tmarnivos.com.) I know from experience that Marni can even make a dying man laugh. She mightily amused our friend in hospice care, Fred Hargesheimer,  shortly before he died last December at age 94.

So here’s Marni’s roundup of thoughts on the recession….

The Recession hits everybody…..

I got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.

Wives are having sex with their husbands because they can’t afford batteries.

CEO’s are now playing miniature golf.

Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen.

A stripper was killed when her audience showered her with rolls of pennies while she danced.

I saw a Mormon polygamist with only one wife.

If the bank returns your check marked “Insufficient Funds,” you call them and ask if they meant you or them.

McDonald’s is selling the 1/4 ouncer.

Angelina Jolie adopted a child from America …

Parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children’s names.

My cousin had an exorcism but couldn’t afford to pay for it, and they re-possessed her!

A truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico .

A picture is now only worth 200 words.

When Bill and Hillary travel together, they now have to share a room.

The Treasure Island casino in Las Vegas is now managed by Somali pirates.

Congress says they are looking into this Bernard Madoff scandal. Oh Great! The guy who made $50 Billion disappear is being investigated by the people who made $1.5 Trillion disappear!

And, finally…

I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, wars, jobs, my savings, Social Security, retirement funds, etc., I called the Suicide Hotline. I got a call center in Pakistan , and when I told them I was suicidal, they got all excited, and asked if I could drive a truck.

From Mel–stay warm and happy… and know I am busy unclogging the blogs. Also, for  info about senior health and the delicate subject of growing older, check out my column archives at www.melwalsh.com.

Last, this cheering photo from a friend, Gail Calder. It’s her cat, Milo. I’d title it: Life Imitating Art–Feline Division.


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When retirement is a pain in the posterior…

Though retirement is stereotyped as a geezer Garden of Eden furnished with recliners and a flat screen TV, it can be tough. You’d never know it, though, from the ads. You’ve seen them—beautiful Botoxed models with silver hair, riding bikes on a country lane or sitting in seaside bath tubs waiting for the moment to be right.

In reality, retirement is no chocolate truffle. It’s a mixed bag. Some people love it, some hate it and some just struggle, trying to understand who they are besides unemployed and what they should do now since they are finally in charge.

Sounds good—being in charge of your life, but if you’ve invested total energy in a job now gone and in a family now departed, facing the future is scary. What will you do with yourself? Who will you become?  The silly old person of the stereotypes? A super senior who skydives and makes the news? A grandpa who babysits and loves it because he missed out on his own kids’ childhoods? (Too busy earning a living.)

Maybe a grandma who starts a new business?  Or someone who never retires—who works as a consultant or at a part-time job to make money or to feel useful? (The biggest poverty of the later years may be the lack, not of money, but of meaning.)

How to get a grip

First, go easy on yourself. You don’t have to get the new you in place tomorrow. A good first thing to do: practice some personal archeology. That means digging out the interests you used to have. Did you always want to raise orchids, sing in a choir, be an artist, take photos like Ansel, help abused animals?

You may reply it’s too late for all that and I will reply it’s only too late if you don’t start now. Actually, that’s the title of a book by Barbara Sher—It’s Only Too Late If You Don’t Start Now: How To Create Your Second Life At Any Age. Sher is a genius at getting people off the dime, out of their fear freezes and into new lives that fit. Certainly her books helped me go back to school in my sixties and get an MA in Gerontology, the study of older people. So any Sher book on Amazon would be number two on my get-going list.

Third: Find a retirement buddy, someone who struggles with the same issues. This could be your mate, a former co-worker or a neighbor. It helps to know you are not alone. Exchanging ideas may result in a new perspective on retirement issues. Sometimes others can see you better than you can and might share what things they think you could do and enjoy.

Fourth: Test out some ideas with classes. Take classes in your interests at community colleges or adult ed classes in your area. Also look online. I got my degree from USC totally online. If you don’t care about credit—you just want the subject matter—-take free online university courses.

A major wakeup call for the brain

Free online courses from major schools are a treasure chest of ideas and information and a good way to get your feet wet in any subject. For a list of high-quality courses, go to http://tinyurl.com/2xr7sd.

MIT excels at this, and not just in science, but In the humanities with a wide offering of music courses. Carnegie Mellon is a leader online with many science courses. Tufts has wide offerings and excels in nutrition and medicine, both human and veterinary. UC Berkeley is not to be outdone. I had to stop writing this column just to listen to a computer class. All the links to these universities are at the website above.

Fifth: Don’t wait for the perfect thing to magically come your way. It takes effort and bravery to go down unknown paths. To his credit, Cranky Pants ventured forth to fall in a river after a fish, to suffer through golf lessons in the heat of an LA summer and to spin out on a race track going over 100 mph. He decided who he was not: a fisherman, Tiger Woods or Sterling Moss. He found civil grand jury work instead—interesting and done on cool dry land at zero mph.

So, again, we salute him and others who get out there in retirement as test pilots of their own lives. Fly on.

Mel Walsh is a columnist, blogger, gerontologist and author of HOT GRANNY, Chronicle Books. She lives in Carmel CA with Cranky Pants.

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Turkey Soup: The Remains of the Day

What differentiates us from the younger generation—besides not smoking our house plants?

I say it’s turkey soup—knowing how to make it, eat it and value it enough to rescue the carcass from a hostess’ intent to throw it in the garbage. To cooks of a certain age, turkey bits and bones are poultry gold. The day after Thanksgiving, I drove home with my daughter’s turkey carcass in the back seat.

Turkey soup is chicken soup with muscle and worth every minute it takes to make, which is actually about ten minutes to start and another five at the end to strain it and get it ready for the refrigerator. The cooktop does the rest, simmering the infant soup into adult shape in about two hours.

By JaseMan

But let me begin at the beginning, which is after Thanksgiving when most of the meat has been harvested to make white bread sandwiches with lots of mayonnaise. The actual soup recipe is so simple it should not be called a recipe…maybe just heirloom instructions for getting the most out of a bird. Our grannies did this after Thanksgiving the way our grandchildren get up now at 3 AM to wade into Black Friday shopping—both post-turkey day traditions.

First, pull any remaining chunks of turkey off the bird to save for another meal. Then put the bones in your biggest pasta pot. You may have to break up the carcass to have it fit in the pot. Add a few carrots, celery stalks and chopped onions if you have them. (Stores sell the packaged beginnings for stuffing—chopped celery and onions—and those will do nicely instead.)

Fill the pot with water to cover the bird. Put on high heat until it just boils. Turn down immediately to just a simmer. (You need to make sure it doesn’t boil over.) Let it stew for 2 hours bubbling away slowly.

Then turn it off. Let cool. Add salt and pepper to taste. Strain the cooled soup into a large bowl. Throw the remains away. Refrigerate the soup.

When ready to use, skim the fat off the top of the bowl and take out as much cold soup as you want to warm up for a meal. (The “soup” may look like jelly at this stage and I love to eat it cold and jellied with plenty of lemon pepper grated on top, but that’s peculiar to me.)

You can eat this soup warmed up as just a plain broth or instead, boil various pastas in the broth—tortellini swimming in warm broth with sprinkles of cheese on top are good. Adding bits of veggies ups the nutrition, which is why I keep grated carrots and frozen spinach leaves on hand. Or you can make a turkey vegetable soup—adding turkey bits and veggies of choice and maybe a handful of couscous to rev up the bulk.

Turkey broth can be frozen, but I never have enough left to freeze.

By David Masters

And that’s how to get the most from your turkey. Now, if I could only figure out how to squeeze the most out of each day, boil the time down to one delicious essence.

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A Geezer’s Turkey Day- A Little Salt, Lots of Sweet

Let us give thanks for…

…The fact that the CD rates in our retirement funds have not yet gone below zero. When interest rates go to zero, we may owe the bank money for the honor of their holding it. So what shall we do with our remaining assets to make sure we won’t end up having Thanksgiving 2020 in a church basement?

I had relatives who, during World War II, buried their money in Mason jars in the backyard. When they dug it up after the war, it was full of mold and they had to hang it out to dry. Moral of the story: no matter what you do with your retirement money, you will be hung out to dry.

However, cynicism is like salt—just a touch is enough. Too much is bad for your mental health and we need all the mental health we can get. So let’s really really give thanks for….

Longevity and health—Yeah, yeah, our medical system is a mess,  but we are living much longer than people did 100 years ago, when the average age of death was the late 40′s. If decades of life aren’t a huge gift, I’ll eat a turkey neck.

Life. What a gift. Thank you.

And how about that warm, well-lighted place we live in? Not under a bridge, not in a tent in Haiti, not in a refugee camp anywhere, but in a warm house, insulated in more ways than one.

Home. What a gift. Thank you.

And then there are those around the table—that salty, nutty mix of family and friends who show up to eat in 20 minutes what it took 8 hours to prepare. Well, never mind. They are the ones who hold us up when we begin to sink, who let us know we are not wandering  alone on the planet, but part of the Family of Man.

Family and friends. What a gift. Thank you.

And then there is the Internet, which is how we stay in touch, especially on holidays. It’s so busy today, in fact, that I can’t upload all the great photos I found for this post. Again, never mind.

Communication over the river and through the blog to grandmother’s house. What a great thing. Thank you.

And last, thank you for reading this when your mind is really on what to put in the stuffing. Is this finally the year for oysters?

Hint: Probably not.

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