Another day, another list.

Slept well, got up late. C’est la vie. No mass, that is a bummer. I need to speak to my priest about visiting other churches for mass. We have five in the area, and they each hold mass at a different time, from 8:00 to 17:00, give or take. I am pretty sure he will concede, considering my effort to make it to my home church (if failing often) and my sincere interest in attending mass. I suppose I could just take the problem in hand, but if I am to give my will to God and join in the body of Christ in the church, then I will have to start acting like a member of that body and seeking guidance in, at least, religious matters. The nurse called, and will be going on vacation soon, therefore she will be arriving shortly, as she apparently needs to catch up on paperwork. I will not cancel her without my doctor’s approval, so she will be here in moments. Hey, my doctor has been working with me I prefer to return the courtesy. If he is getting the data, or has a use for that service himself, AND is honest about it all with me, we might work something out. I can be negotiable, if I am not a negotiator.

Oh, as I was viewing the news this morning, I found a piece that confirms that I am not completely alone. There are other cowards out there. This man is more afraid of a little human than many other things, even in his age of wisdom. I was gladdened to see it. Our mutual cowardice is indicated further down in the article, but it rang bells here.

I had best get some of the boxes off the couch. I keep meaning to get some things packed and my last room rearranged, retire some old games and old unused clothing, and make room for my reloading press and open up the space for straight weights and piano practice again, so I have been holding onto some of the right sized boxes. It just has not happened to date. My lady friend has asked that I hold onto the odd sized boxes as well, as she prefers to recycle. I let her, though I think it an unwise practice. I do this because it helps her feel important in the world and the little she could possibly recycle makes no real impact on the larger problems regarding recycling. *sigh* But she has been busy, on vacation, or sick for a bit so the boxes I will not be using linger. I could break them down, but really, I do not like setting my hand to ill notions. Then again, should I be sending them to the landfill or burning them, I would break them down. *sigh, again* Ok, fine, I have painted myself in a corner and will just have to get busy.

Actually, I am glad the nurse insisted on a visit. After writing the paragraphs above, I got things on the move in order to tidy the place a bit, then realized today was trash day. I develop so little garbage, that two week pickup would be fine, if some things did not produce pungent odors anyway. If something goes bad in the fridge, I just leave it there until trash day. I had some things there that really had to go. And though I remembered trash day last week, I had not cleared the fridge. Ah, one more little thing off my mental list of things to do. Nice.

Then for a shower and driving Miss Daisy. *ring…* doorbell…

Ok, that went fairly smoothly. The medications are reset, and I found that one of the medications I had thought I was taking had been discontinued. I will discuss this with my doctor, as it had been causing no ill affects and may have been lowering my blood pressure by a few points. Then again, maybe not. That medicine had a warning about sun exposure, which I had pretty much been ignoring, probably to some level of personal peril. I had not realized it was discontinued, so I had been taking it to this day. I was about out, so she called to check on it. That is how I found out.

The day is good, in spite of all things ponderous, problematic, and left on the list whether missed, done, or yet to do. I really am enjoying this new found life. I think I am going to continue to push on those edges until I break down the fences, walls, and other imposed boundaries, again. There are real limits, at my current level of skill and condition, but these too can be stretched and those change. I will just have to try and maintain some of the humility, patience, and kindness I have gained. Just perhaps, Mr. Dowd, Mr. Crowley, Iron Man, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and myself can become whole without becoming less.