A FRIEND TO SENIORS.  HELPING FOLKS HAVE FUN AND INCREASE THEIR FITNESS LEVELS, BE SAFE, LEAD A RICH LIFE, AND HOPEFULLY HAVE A FEW LAUGHS.

When I was working as a community physical therapist, when clients were having a bit of a time managing independently, sometimes it appeared there were a lot of hands on deck but each person had their own duties and some basic important aspects of care seemed to be falling to the way side.   Many concerned families mentioned this to me.   Personal care is definitely helpful, but who is going to supervise the exercises, remind dad and help dad be safe using his rollator walker to go down to his old favourite spot and cast a line from the bridge or something.   Like who is going to take out the garbage, throw a load of towels in the washer,  fix a lunch for later, check that the fridge is full, suggest ever so gently to dad to please leave the 12 foot ladder in the shed and let the pros handle it,   take mom or dad or your husband or wife to the beach on a sunny day, gently remind them to stay on the pavement and away from any cliffs lol, or perhaps to grab a motorized cart at the Walmart if the shopping cart isn't helping enough.    And maybe help mom plan her day a bit, make sure the blister pack stays in the same spot every time.   And what about fun!  How play a game of cribbage, crazy eights, or euchre.   Uncle has nobody to play with it seems.  I think I can help out with a lot of these things plus more.   We can talk about music, play music, play imaginary guitars, or real ones,  dance, hit a balloon with a badminton racket, throw some bean bag toss, sing a Christmas carol,  search for some chocolate Easter eggs, or hide them, after picking them up at the local drug store, going through every Easter card in the place looking for the perfect one.   Oh and what about church, sure I'll gladly take mom or pop or mom and pop to church, get them to the pews on time and sit in and learn along with them.   Soap operas? Confession time lol, my grandma Hatty and I used to watch in a Daze all our Lives back in the 80's.   Stefano Dimiero that rascal my gran would say.  Ok I am not too proud to say I even watched Young and the Brainless, by myself sometimes even.  I can pick up the Doritos on the way over as well.   I am not exactly a John of all trades but I used to paint and I did some demolition.   My friend, Greg McCourt, who lived across the street from me, in Falconbridge, Ontario, brother of Dale and Danny McCourt and nephew to George Armstrong, that's right hockey royalty right across the road we played hockey with Rogatien Vachons' goalie pads.  Anyway,  Chief, as Greg was well know as,  following after his famous Uncle George, the Toronto Maple Leaf Hall of Famer, would often say to me, when we were playing road hockey, "Johnny, you're a pretty fart smeller arntcha?" and I think 4 decades later I agree lol.  I might not be able to change the rotors and pads but I have done it once lol, and I know prices, and I know how to bargain with the mechanic at Canadian Tire, and your Nana might need somebody like me for a task like that and I would enjoy doing it.   Probably save a hundred dollars and then that hour is basically free.  Well not promising lol but they see me coming at Canadian Tire it's like oh oh here come discount dickwad again lol.