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Yes. If you are going to ask. I am pleased with myself. Not only did I get up rather early, after a very late night. But I am already forming plans for the day, weekend, and next week. Probably too ambitious, but who can ever know. I went to put the laundry in the dryer, but I had clothes there. Giving those a tumble, then I will dry the clothes I washed last night.
Dishes, too, but later. If I finish them, I may take another shower. Those things, today, and sorting boxes here in the front room, as well, items and partial boxes in the livingroom and bedrooms. Plus, seeing if the moving covers actually fit the mattress and boxsprings. Well, just one boxspring, in the main bedroom, today. If so, I'll put it on, and set that aside, somewhere. Maybe in the spare bedroom. Plus, take down the bed base and store that near the boxspring.
That will be about it for the day. Tomorrow? I'd like to continue with the boxes, as I may not be done, even then. But, shift a bit to the kitchen, the counters, stovetop, and oven... get working on those. Light duty? Aye, that, save the dishes, is light duty. And the dishes are only a bit of a struggle because of where I am, again, having to wash them.
I really need to get a silt treatment system in, here, and then redo the kitchen faucet. I just get a lot of silt, and some faucets are finicky. Though, I would guess it gets in everything. A three tier system. Which... I'll have to check often. Though, not as often as a family would need it. Still, will be curious to see how often it has to be checked and changed. How much it really takes out.
Oh yes, a bit weary still. Tired. Worn. If I can keep at it, that is probably what the rest of my life is going to be... a body already finished, being used to the last drop, and then some. I'll never finish, until I am done. It was my plan, anyway, I just wasn't able to hit it without the right medications and dosages.
Oh! I saw Sam! She is doing fine. She was a bit... put off by me. At first it hurt a bit. I thought she was angry about... some things. But, no. It's just... she knew I was still of the living. Didn't understand how I could be there. It still stung, just a bit. But, then, I remembered when my cousin visited me. How much that hurt, and the trauma. We aren't ready for what is, or was, depending on where we are. She just... wasn't ready. But she looked so good, and healthy, again.
I'm not sure why it makes me cry so much, and again. I am almost sure that was real, and she is in such wonderful shape, and health, and youth. And I am happy. I just... she isn't here? I don't know. Some of the tears are from joy too? Such a thing. Even if you can, I wouldn't suggest slipping the veil, until it is your time. It's... a hard thing. Amen.
Well... on to breakfast. It should be ready. Some browsing, and gaming, to get started. Then on to work when I can get to it. And chores, probably chores first. Oh, it snowed! Just a thin blanket. I was a bit surprised it remains. I also feared it had gotten bitterly cold in the process. Cooler, but still above freezing, at 32. I may have gotten even colder, or not though too.
Have a great day. Get some work done. Pray a prayer or three. Or just relax. Here, at least, would be a good day to relax. I am going to do a bit of all that. Though, you know? Gaming isn't relaxing. I may begin taking an half hour, a couple times a day, to pray, meditate. Shutting everything else down and just... focusing both mind and soul. A good time to begin adding the rosary back in. Let me, first, make some room, then as I expand, expand into that. It takes me an half hour per shot, on that, but sure sets up the day for a right start. Later.
"Gaming isn't relaxing."
ReplyDeleteCertainly not if it's done right. A game should properly focus the attention and hit the brain like a whetstone on a knife blade. Possibly there's relief at the end, but I can still remember several chess games, as well as military board games, which have left me in a sweat, as well as some of the role-playing games I participated in during my time of going to gaming conventions.
Even the early electronic games were occasionally tense. I recall how Missile Command and Sinistar used to give my blood pressure a severe workout.
Yeah, but tell that to the game hater groups. Karens think it's all fun and... well... games. Ha! I suppose they are jealous of the time and energy spent on it. But, truth told, when you pay them attention, they simply want to ignore it. They only want your attention when they don't have it. When they have it, they don't want it. Bleh.
ReplyDelete"Yeah, but tell that to the game hater groups."
ReplyDeleteThank you, no. In my life (66 years come next Wednesday), I have wasted more breath than I would want to care to measure in trying to justify my tastes to others. It's been a hard-learned lesson.
Hey! Happy birthday! A bit early, but... Oh, and good lessons learned. Amen.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks. 66 years on this spinning mudball. And time, once again, to toast the memory of the doctors who told my parents I wasn't expected to live beyond my first month.
ReplyDeleteYes. I got to the same advice. Actually, doctors were so sure, they simply wouldn't treat my bad heart... for 25 years. But that didn't happen until I was... just turning adult, give or take. I have heard that the doctor who first lied about my diagnosis... died. He was a younger man, just finishing his internship? But, actually, functionally a doctor and a specialist. Oops. ( Got the news through an email of a very odd nature, back in Iowa City, near the end, an email I couldn't track back, or figure who sent, very... odd).
ReplyDeleteKeep on living, if nothing else just to annoy them? *rictus grins* Though, I don't know about you. But, finally, if it took me a while, I... actually don't mind the pain, or else. Sort of used to, and enjoying, living. Finally.