Aug 12 2011
Summertime and the living is busy. Finally we have sun in the Northwest. While the rest of the country has been melting in heat, this year we have rarely cracked 85. Global heating has avoided Oregon this year, and I will need some green tomato recipes. Good weather, work is busy, and it is the last two weeks with my eldest before he is off to Syracuse, so there is little time for writing, so a brief entry this week.
I always wince at the way anything can be called ‘therapy.’ We have music therapy and garden therapy and pet therapy and art therapy. I do not deny that it is beneficial for people to participate in those activities while in the hospital, although I am never happy to see disease vectors, er, animals in a hospital. Dinner should be food therapy, reading should be book therapy, and using the internet should be computer therapy. I guess it is like calling something ‘medical’ grade, and you can bill more for it.
Some ‘therapies’ are a wee bit more odd. Indonesians are using railroad therapy. People lie down on electric railroad tracks because “the electricity current from the track could cure various diseases.” To date no one has been either electrocuted or squashed, but I suppose it is only a matter of time.