Saturday, November 12, 2011

Oh, I'm right on it.

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A shower, for sure. I just got that taken so that time doesn't slip my grasp again. I have also been looking for an "L" connector, something like this. They don't have the specs on it, the length, diameter, and more details about the (I think) ball bearing(s) near the end. My L-pin has a ball bearing on both sides with a spring between them. I have been looking for days for just the right thing to order. I looked at my bench for a name or number. The only thing I could find was that the bench pad was constructed for Weslo Inc, which lead me to the site I am looking at (so far). The company doesn't seem to make benches anymore, but parts for their benches might still be available. I also keep looking around my home. I know those parts were put in a plastic zip-shut bag and I thought they went in with my tools. Then again, I might have pulled them out hoping to get the bench together when my mother was here and then forgot. What she might have done with them is anyone's guess. Further, I might have put the parts somewhere else, at random, myself.

Anyway, I should be ready for Mass today. After an half hour of drying off, I will find Sunday-go-to-meeting attire and complete the process. Being dressed and ready, all I will need to do is jump in the buggy and sing with the whip. A quarter after the hour out of the gate will see me with somewhere between an half and quarter hour to repose before Mass begins. And choose a proper seat. I have to go in tomorrow as well. I might be able to do it, too, after this morning with the alarm clock. It is a bit rough getting up earlier than usual. But I did do it. Now to see if I can not just get out of bed, but jump out of bed, get showered, groomed, and dressed, and on time to be to church. I don't mind if I am just pulling in on time, not for Sundays. The hope is to be a bit early but I won't fuss too much if I am just on time for a 10:00 Service.

So many things going on! The FBI, V.A., a potential lawsuit, Google, several friends to try and do things with or for, and of course keeping up and trying to gain even more ground in my home and vehicle while juggling daily duty lists and a routine. Sometimes I have to give my paranoia some serious thought. Then laugh because it doesn't really matter. I never did take it too seriously, even if it happened to be true. I didn't make it this far hiding in closets and creeping around because someone might be 'out to get me', even when they were! I have things to do and the government and everyone else has to do their part. I might not have much power, but together with my humble friends, the constitution, and a few other resources, I am suspecting I might be able to create change, if just for me, for now. And, well, it does make quite a tale, especially woven with the rest of it. It will be something to tell my grandkids. And, yeah, I am working on that, too! Oh, baby, you knowwww what I like!

Never... mind...

The sun is out. The power of the force of nature is clearly visible with the driven clouds whirling magically over the broken peaks in the distance. The anger of the wind and air apparent in the shades of dark gray clouds and the speed and tumultuous design of the movement of the clouds, but the seeming mercifulness of the white tufts and the shining sun also holds. It is a wonderful day to be so close to the wonders of weather near large parts of risen earth.

Later.

3 comments:

  1. Hey Doom,
    here's an article that might be of interest. NO actual advice, but a perspective--

    Good luck wif' them datin' sites--hope ya connect wif' the right lady. ( read backwards fer a spell.) But youse right--be picky.

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  2. oops--here is the link to the article:
    http://www.crisismagazine.com/2011/veterans-what-is-seen-and-what-is-not-seen

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  3. Yep. My wounds have healed. What, finally, I did get from the V.A. was sufficient to... help me set some things aside. I just didn't know, until recently, that the rest of my illness, the bulk of it really, has nothing to do with psychology.

    My heart is bad, real bad, end of the line bad. Meds have been helping, but I am limited in what I can take and still take care of myself. A bad heart was most of my "depression". They are such idiots, they never checked for physical causes.

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