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- Austin is the capital of the U.S. state of Texas and the seat of Travis County. Located in Central Texas on the eastern edge of the American Southwest, it is the fourth-largest city in Texas and the 15th-largest in the United States.
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- A circular object that revolves on an axle and forms part of a machine
- (wheel) change directions as if revolving on a pivot; "They wheeled their horses around and left"
- Used in reference to the cycle of a specified condition or set of events
- (wheel) a simple machine consisting of a circular frame with spokes (or a solid disc) that can rotate on a shaft or axle (as in vehicles or other machines)
- A circular object that revolves on an axle and is fixed below a vehicle or other object to enable it to move easily over the ground
- steering wheel: a handwheel that is used for steering
- Any of the regular occasions in a day when a reasonably large amount of food is eaten, such as breakfast, lunch, or dinner
- (meal) any of the occasions for eating food that occur by custom or habit at more or less fixed times
- The food eaten on such an occasion
- (meal) the food served and eaten at one time
- (meal) coarsely ground foodstuff; especially seeds of various cereal grasses or pulse
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At 5 am, Tuesday morning, May 6th my water broke. Two weeks early. I'm sitting on the toilet, after assessing the broken water that is laid out on the floor like a tiny river and my mind is just racing. My heart is beating. Hard. I notice my legs start to shake. I start to think about the meal I had the night before. French toast and eggs. I think about the partially packed bag that I also looked into last night, two nightgowns and some socks. Nothing for Harriet. Austin peeks in. "You ready?" I think about crying and just stare at him. I was tested positive for Group B Strep, so laboring at home for hours, like I ideally wanted, was not possible. The antibiotics need to be administered at least 4 hours before you give birth. I had a vision for this birth. I actually had typed up a "Birth Vision" indicating my wishes for an uber natural experience but also noting that "as we all know, things don't always go according to plan" That plan lay un-printed in my Google Doc's, thinking that I had time to go get pretty paper, scent it with some essential oils, probably apply some crystals as a border. Regardless, Olive, my midwife knew what we wanted. Austin and I hold hands as we part the massive metal doors that lead into the Birthing Center. Donna, Day Nurse #1 set us up in our room. She smelled of lilac and wore Fendi glasses that hung from a string of beads around her neck. I immediately felt great comfort and support from her. I got into my nightgown and robe, had the IV attached, ordered a decaf coffee and dry toast and started to walk the room. Austin smiled encouragingly. And so it began. 8 hours later, I hadn't felt any contractions. Olive, my midwife, checked me out and determined that I was only a centimeter dilated. With her thick Irish accent she said, "Ok, Dawn, things need to be progressing, lets see what happens in the next few hours." My anxiety peeked slightly and I continued to shuffle around the room, and rolled around on the ball and listened to my hypnosis CD's and breathed and breathed and breathed. 12 hours later, still no progression. Olive appears, rubs my leg and says, "we're going to need to make a decision, we could start with something to soften the cervix, which takes about 12 hours or we could administer the Pitocin, which would really get things going." The word Pitocin instantly made me weep. My zen goddess, all natural Birth Vision was quickly being thrown, rather harshly, right out the friggin window. Olive sensed my tenseness and held me close, "Dawn, the baby's heartbeat is totally great, I'm just concerned because of your water breaking so long ago and the chance of infection setting in coupled with your Group B, we need to get that baby sooner than later." We started with the cervix softener and I began to inwardly go where I've never been before. I focused intently on a flower opening, blossoming, becoming bigger and more luxurious. I envisioned an eagle spreading her wings and taking flight across vast lands. I thought about blue satin ribbons rippling from a boat sail gliding across the Hudson River. Five hours later, with mild contractions setting in, I got up to use the bathroom and the damn applicator fell out. I called out for Anne Marie, Night Nurse #2. "Anne Marie! I've lost the Cerva-thing!" She glanced in the bowl and replied, "oh honey, you sure did, let me get Olive". This was around 10 pm and Olive emerges with I swear to god, a light illuminating from around her body, which is actually how she has appeared to me each time we were together. "Dawn, not to worry, we'll put another one in." Another goes in, another 5 hours pass and I feel the same contractions but am still not dilating. I look at Austin and tell him I'm worried. He replies, "stay positive" and "you were born to do this" I do not know how to respond. Olive returns, the light still shining around her, this time more intense. Its now nearly 9 am, well over 24 hours since my water broke and Olive starts to talk about the Pitocin. I immediatly start to cry and tell her that I'm afraid, so afraid that I won't be able to manage the pain. She slides her hand through my sweaty hair and says that she feels it would be out of the question not to take the Epidural. In all my reading and all my time spent thinking and meditating about this birth, I was dead set against the Epidural, dead set. A huge part of me, the part that thought I knew what it would be like, thought that if I took the Epidural, I was somehow taking myself out the game, somehow telling myself that I wasn't strong enough, that I didn't believe in my body's capabilities. Olive looks me deep in the eyes and says, "Dawn, you will be more capable of handling this and more present during birth with this Epidural, believe me." I look back at her and say, "Oli
Maria Magdalena Sosa Velasquez -Super Hero
May 25, 1937-July 31, 2009 A true bleeding heart. Maria Magdalena Sosa Velasquez was born to migrant farm workers in Altus, Oklahoma in 1937. Maria's parents Martin and Maria Linares Sosa stressed the importance of education. As a girl, Maria entered elementary school despite only being able to speak Spanish. While seeking a degree in Political Science and English, Maria found the time to teach ESL (English as a Second Language) to adults studying for a GED and/or Naturalization Exams. All who knew Maria whether friend or foe, knew the generosity of her heart, her sharp mind and youthful wit. Maria was an ardent fighter against injustices no matter the venue and no matter the difficulty. She was a grassroots activist, but she was also an educator. Maria worked for A.I.S.D. as a Counselor and as a Substitute Teacher. She loved to engage the young minds in our community. Even after receiving her college degree, Maria never slowed in her studies. If she wasn't writing a guest column for the Abilene Reporter News, or speaking in the City Council chambers, she was reading. She touched so many people and will always be known as an activist for the disadvantaged and disenfranchised regardless of race, class color or creed. She was President of LULAC (League of United Latin American Citizens), and member of the local NAACP, board member of M.E.T. (Motivation, Education and Training), worked with Head Start, volunteer for Meals-on-Wheels, volunteer clerk for St. Vincent de Paul Thrift Store, and was a Girl Scout Leader. She worked with Legal Aid and spent many hours researching Labor Laws. Maria also worked as a translator with the Taylor County Courts. Maria ran for Justice of the Peace in 1976 and Taylor County Clerk in 1978. Another one of Maria's accomplishments was the renaming of South Park to Cesar Chavez Park in recognition of Chavez' importance to the Hispanic community. She became self-taught in many areas and subjects as a by-product of trying to help others. Maria often did the impossible and did it with style, humility and laughter. In recognition of her service and accomplishments the Abilene Hispanic Leadership Council planted a tree in her honor in Sears Park. Maria is survived by her husband Oscar Velasquez, who works at BMC Abilene Lumber and who has been an Election Judge in Taylor County for many years. Oscar and Maria moved to Abilene in 1955. They were married for over 51 years and sent their 5 children to colleges and Universities around the state. Lee (Lucian) Velasquez worked as a respiratory therapist for Hendricks and Abilene Regional Hospitals. Nancy Velasquez Williams works in Austin in the high tech industry. John Velasquez, PhD., is a Clinical psychologist, and a tenured professor at the University of Incarnate Word in San Antonio. Kristina Velasquez Witosky earned a Masters Degree from the LBJ School of Public Affairs, and works for the Transportation Security Administration in Raleigh, North Carolina. Peter Velasquez who studied Government at the University of Texas at Austin and has carried on Maria's dedication to electoral politics, by working for the Travis County Elections Division. They carry on her convictions of service, charity and volunteerism. Maria will be missed by her sons- and daughters-in-law Michael Williams, Katherine Serna Velasquez, Matthew Witosky, and Stacy Robarts. Maria will live on in her 8 grandchildren, Bryce Anderson, Emily Anderson, Justin Velasquez, George Velasquez, Samantha Velasquez, Charles Witosky, Willem Witosky, and Curran Velasquez. She will be dearly missed by her beloved nieces Rayes Flores and Anita Flores who helped her in many ways over the years, and who stood by her with the rest of her family in her final days. May God bless her for all her work for peace, justice, and charity. She was indeed a vessel of God and embodiment of Christ's mission to feed the poor, house the homeless, befriend the friendless and to love your enemy. We hope that the many people who received her help or were touched by her kindness please consider a donation to the Noah Project. A memorial mass will be celebrated in Maria's honor at St. Vincent Catholic Church at 11:00 Saturday, August 15, 2009, later in the day at 2:00 PM a celebration of Maria's life will be at Elmwood Funeral on Hwy 277.