Sunday, January 27, 2013


I lead a fast-paced life. Co-owning a business means there is always more to do and never enough time. I like riding my bike as fast as I can (and am proud that my average speed last year was my fastest year yet). I am constantly looking for gadgets that can speed up things. Having lived for nine years in NYC, I even walk fast. I also have limited patience for people going slower as they slow me down. My general mind set is that slow means wasted time. 

The last few years with my aging parents has been a stark contrast. Everything for them is slow. When they were both alive, they walked slowly together. Now, after my dad’s death and my mom’s stroke, she uses a walker and moves even more slowly. My natural tendency is to walk too fast. That makes her feel bad, of course. “I’m sorry I’m slowing you down, Barry.” (My parents called me Barry to distinguish me from my dad, Billy, and my grandfather, Bill. I ditched the name Barry as soon as I got to school. My mom will always call me Barry and I am fine with that.) I have to force myself to slow down and not appear impatient.

The picture at right is of my mom's Rollator. To me, it looks like a walker. I jokingly call it her stroller because strolling is her pace, at best. She insists, however, that it is a Rollator because it has four wheels rather than the two on a walker. As you can see by the cup holder, the elderly become quite attached to their Rollators and customize them with all manner of decorations and enhancements. 

My mom has not used her Rollator for over a month. It sits unused in the garage. She is currently recovering from what were ostensibly back problems. Of course, when you are old nothing is simple. Or fast. She first went into the hospital the day after Christmas. Since then she spent a couple weeks in the hospital and now a couple weeks in a rehab facility. She is slowly getting her strength back so she can walk again and continue to be somewhat independent. The current plan is for her to return to her home in a retirement community before the end of January. That means she will have spent five weeks slowly recovering. Five weeks of incremental improvements and setbacks. Five weeks of me visiting her daily in a succession of hospitals and rehab facilities. Five weeks of us going through her mail every day with her and deciding which items to save and which to throw out. (Wow, she gets a lot of pleas for money from charities!)

My mom even speaks slowly. She is as sharp mentally as she ever was, but she takes her time in speaking. If you ask her a question, the answer takes time. Not only does the first word take what seems like an eternity to come out, but she takes quite a few words before she gets around to the answer. “Did you eat your breakfast today?” Pause. Pause. “The woman who brought the breakfast gave me orange juice that was frozen solid. I’m still waiting for them to get me new orange juice.” The response goes on. I struggle to not check email on my iPhone.

I've started reading a book, A Bittersweet Season: Caring for Our Aging Parents--and Ourselves by Jane Gross, to try and better understand how to deal with an aging parent. The book is good, but it is obvious that I have much to learn and change.  

Fundamentally, I have issues with slow.

I realize most of what I’ve just written does not portray me in a particularly favorable light. My goal, however, is to honestly examine the rush in my life in light of my circumstances and what Scripture has to say. While going fast helps me accomplish things, my time with my mom has convinced me I need to better embrace slow.

Psalm 46:10 is often translated as “Be still and know that I am God.” Other translations start the verse out with “Cease striving” or even “Let go, relax.” The whole Psalm is one of reassurance in times of trouble. It starts out with “Our God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” The writer of that Psalm understood the value of slow. 

I don’t think that the answer to everything is to go slow, but I must make space for slowness. One of the books I’m currently reading is 24/6: A Prescription for a Healthier, Happier Life by Matthew Sleeth. In it, he stresses the importance of a Sabbath day. The author (a doctor and the husband of the author of Almost Amish) argues that we were made with a need for rest. While we should slow down more than one day a week, the weekly cadence of a slow day is an important discipline. 

Over the coming weeks, months, and years I expect to continue to go fast. But, I need to try harder to make more room for going slow. I need to learn to mosey/stroll/amble with my mom. I need to be less impatient with her slow responses. I guess my mother still has more to teach me, even if I am slow to learn.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Gadget review – Philips Hue LED light bulbs

As you may have gathered by now, I love gadgets and I’m particularly interested in home automation gadgets. It is an area that has been on the verge of taking off for well over a decade. Of late, however, it really seems like its time has arrived. 

Consequently, I could not resist Philips Hue Personal Wireless Lighting when it came out late last year. The starter pack of three LED bulbs sells for $199.95 at the Apple Store. The LED lights can change color and can be controlled from a smartphone app or the Web.

I thought they would be cool to use on the front porch. I could set them to automatically go on (and off) every night. And, during holidays, I could set the colors. Unfortunately, the Hue LEDs have a number of limitations that stop me from using them that way. 

To read the rest of this review, visit its new home at Principled Technologies' Tech Everywhere.

Friday, January 4, 2013


Today I turned into a speed limit, the old double nickel. It turns out that 55 is both the 10th Fibonacci number and the sum of the numbers 1 to 10 (and even the sum of the squares of the numbers 1 to 5). On the other hand, as some have been so kind as to point out to me, it is also the age where many senior discounts kick in. 

Like most numbers and ages, there is plenty to like or dislike about 55. Obviously, objective things matter. The number 55 does have lots of attributes that make it unique, but so do most (probably all) numbers. Regardless, I rather like the number 55 (and hated the number 53). 

So too with the age of 55. I can choose view it as a limit or not. I am blessed to not have any serious ailments. While I’m often sore, some of that is due to pushing myself (and my trainer pushing me) to be in probably the best shape I’ve ever been in. I have an amazing wife, a wonderful family, great friends, and a company I’m very proud of. I am very blessed.

So, I plan to consider 55 an accomplishment rather than a limit (speed or otherwise). I plan to enjoy 55 and whatever years after it I’m allowed. After all, “who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?” (Matthew 6:27). Jesus goes on to exhort his followers to not worry about the typical worldly things (food, clothing, etc.) but instead to focus on His righteousness. That sounds like a good plan, even at 55.

55, here I come!