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I would rather rip through tasks, learning, fun, and life like a vorpal sword through the necks of the damned, but... that is no more for me than is vengeance. Well, there is always the chance that one might be used as a tool for any such, and... so it has been. But now, today in particular, life must be simple. I never got to reading, just... never got there. The table has been cleared of tools, food has been heated and eaten and a meal will be cooked shortly. A few other nick-nack tasks have been completed, more by incident than with intent. It isn't terrible, I suppose, to just sit. It just, I have things to do. I have the tools, supplies, even the energy. How many damned things have to be just so? Too many, I'll just say it.
I did, finally, remember to reset my medicines. Oh, yeah, I know. Going through all the trouble to get to see the doctor, then skipping out on upping the dose until now? Well, there were occasional memory and energy problems. Simply, I would forget, then when I remembered I would be too tired to be able to make sense of... what... a possible complete reorganization of my medicine container? It turned out to be quite simple, really. While the new meds are 12.5, and the old meds are 25 (which I was cutting in half and taking two per day), the new dose was set at 18.75 mg. Well, that just meant cutting a 12.5 in half and adding it to the 1/2 tabs of 25/2 or 12.5 tabs. Well... okay, that... turned out easy enough. I received my medicine from my Ogden doc. I'll have to call him back, or the nurse, or secretary, or social worker, or... whomever they hand my call. I told him I would begin taking a medicine he believed I needed, and said would be on the way, but did not arrive in the package. No, no, not mad. Mistakes in such huge systems are common.
I called my mother tonight. She has had a busy social day, with her boyfriend's family having arrived to stuff a special sort of potato and meat sausage they have used for family Christmas celebrations since before arriving in the states, common to their old country. It isn't just for Christmas, my guess though is since things used to be available (including the time to make these) around this time of year, they became synonymous with Christmas, or the feast for it. The good thing is their family gathers and works together, toward a common end and just reward. Social, religious, tribal, all rolled into one. More so since occasionally they invite non-family members to join in. She prepared part of the feast for the work itself. She was tired from the prep and then the day. Which is good.
She had some notions regarding the hanging plants, one of them I have implemented. While not ideal, for the long run, it is perfect for the moment. I have moved one of the plants, the healthier looking of the two, to the top of my 'china cabinet'. That was moved in the cleaning so that the girls can no longer get up on it, meaning the plant is safe. The long term problems are that it is colder, being higher up, and that the plant would receive little light. I am hoping, by mid to late next week, the magnet will be here or I will be in a condition to mount a attic climb. So... and I have a green growing thing out in the open. Cleans the air, of course, but... just reminds me that there is life, along with the girls. Flora and fauna, in home, all good. The other plant got a good spraying of luke warm water, sitting in the tub as it is, and looking a bit pale still. I have done that twice for it, once for the other plant. The iller looking plant is perking up for it. It wasn't too bad, or I wouldn't have bought it. And I think the shock of the cold air, and travel, wilted it a bit as well. It should be full strength in a day or so.
I was telling my mother about how I had rarely watered my plants in Iowa, and laughed about how my lady friend had gotten so unhappy with me about that and the fact that my plants did fine. My plants not only lived, but thrived, with me. When I would give her one she would kill it in weeks or months. I laughingly suggested I only watered my plants as little as every six months. My mother worriedly asked if I would water them more often here. I had to chuckle at her, but promised *fingers crossed* I would do it weekly, as she suggested. Hehehe Heck, my plants, in Iowa, could be lifted out of their pots. There was no more soil, really, holding them in. And STILL they thrived. My mother had about as much sense of humor about things as did my lady friend. Plant killers, they are. Love em' to death or something. What a HOOT!
No, not a bad day. Not at all. Just not what I wanted from this day, from myself. I want to run, jump, climb, hammer, saw, move, clean, cook, read, write, play, and... live. Well, and the rest. *grins* I just can't do it, always. Other than that, my heart seems to be behaving. I am enjoying the quiet comfort of hearth and home, if missing a woman type. I have been able to give the girls more attention than usual. No, not bad. No pain, no worries really, plans are taking shape, projects are being started with some real prospect of being completed, toys and tools have been or are in the process of being obtained, and life does go on.
Hmm, a steak, I think. Yes indeed, plus mashed potatoes, gravy, and asparagus. I might even see if gaming is reasonable while I boil a small pot of potatoes. Yes, I saw the Idaho "potatoes", mom. I'll save those for some time where time is an issue. Making mashed potatoes the old fashioned way will give me time between messing with those and doing the steak, time off my feet in between tasks, and yet allow me to feel like I've done more. And... I still think I like the old fashioned way much better, regardless. Just... how I am.
Good night, perhaps.
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