I was not able to get up and running well today. I did not wake until after 13:00. It took a great deal of time to fully awaken and shake the cold and lethargy of sleep. I had hoped to get some cleaning done, work out, play the piano, go bowling, then be ready for our cook-out tonight. Though I did work out, play piano, and have a great dinner with the neighbors, I missed the rest. I can bowl tomorrow and I can clean either after this or tomorrow. I did finish a few emails which I needed to send off. Though I failed to make contact (or even find contact information) with my 3rd Mother. As well, I have yet to contact the Xterra club.
The meal was quite pleasant. They have a number of children, so there is always sound and movement. One of the children is in a cast, they all want attention, and they are all curious yet short of attention span. This, far from being a negative, is part of what I enjoy about sharing meals with the family. It, when I think of a family, is the organic social contact which I seek. I know it is not perfect, it can be over-whelming, it is not going to be easy, but it is priceless and good. The steaks were good, though perhaps a little under-done. No one wanted their steak cooked longer, though that might have been from exhaustion. Honestly though, I did not get the sense of dissatisfaction. Along with this, potatoes, salad, shrimp with cocktail dip, and dessert filled out the meal wonderfully. I so rarely do a complete meal, that this was a real treat.
Between them corralling kids, setting places, talking, and all of us cooking, the evening flowed pleasantly. Eventually, after the meal was complete, dishes and such were tended, and a bit more talk, several of the children hit bedtime. The house started to noticeably cool and slow down. Those of us remaining watched a (divo) recorder version of “The Office” (or something like that). Though I rarely watch tv, they had introduced this show to me some time back. Then, not long ago, I had been watching one of the shows, then it was interrupted by a call (I think it is an oddly funny show). Since they had it, and they enjoyed that one, we watched it, this time all the way through. Midway through, their neighbors dropped in, first just one of the parents, then the other, then the other, finally both of them dropped in and watched the last half of the show with us.
It was a good evening. There was more, but that is mine, for now. I will let you know if something of a lead begins to bear fruit. I will not be too mysterious, but just saying there is something, perhaps, in the works. Now I leave you. Have a good night and be well.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Socialism, coolaid for the masses.
It has come to my attention that I may no longer post at a particular site. This is fine, and it was, in finality, what I had asked long ago. Yet, when offering thoughts or opinions that I thought were not appreciated, I either received no comment or snide yet weak seeming attacks which when questioned, where never explained. This time, however, I decided it was time to know if what I suspected was true, or if the previous threads just became uninteresting and the hostess went on, just teasing or playing through disinterest in whatever thread was ending.
This is the response to, mostly, genuine query. I will honestly discuss each complaint here (since, as I mentioned, I am no longer welcome to post, rightly or wrongly, it is her site, I will neither apologize nor ignore her decision).
“Doom, you are being Extremely Rude. I will not accept any more of your comments until such time as you choose to apologize.”
I find no reason to apologize.
“In case you are still at sea regarding exactly what it is you have to apologize for:
1) You called me an anti-American.”
I indicated that socialism is anti-American if it is sought. Since this is not the type of government we (officially) have, supporting it means supporting the overthrow of our current government. I suspect that is rather anti-American. If you are so involved with the socialist movement that you cannot be separated from the movement on a personal basis, then you are indeed anti-American. Either face up to it, honestly, or leave the traitorous political affiliation.
“2) You have implied that I am a thief.”
Same as above.
“3) You have essentially told me, 'If you don't like America, you can leave.'”
In essence, yes. I believe there is a group which will help you, paying one way travel and offering you a small payoff, for a guarantee of termination of citizenship. Let me know if our “criminal” (as you put it) president is too much for you and you feel the need to leave.
“4) You have compared Senator Obama to Hitler and Stalin, and offensively misspelled his name.”
Actually, the misspelling was accidental, in this case. I have done it on purpose before, but I spelled it Obomber, see the difference? I am unfamiliar with muslim names. I am so happy that you seem to grasp them so well. Perhaps a burqua is your style. As far as comparing him to Hitler and Stalin, that is a bit much. He is half the man, if every bit as evil. As I have told others, I will now tell you. I hope you get your way, the governance you would die or kill for, if you had the power, but I hope it happens for you elsewhere or after I am dead.
“5) You have so ridiculously misrepresented the subject matter in your last post that it is impossible even to address the points you make. They are not coming from any basis in reality at all. 'Socialism has afflicted our medical schools?' What are you smoking? Indifference, negligence to fertility? When the in-vitro fertility industry is so enormous, and when our live birth rate takes into account all the premature and low-birth-rate infants that never would have had a chance of survival in the past?”
I do not smoke, inject, or otherwise consume drugs as a means of recreation or whatever. Perhaps you should be speaking to Obomber about that. I would guess I am even being removed from the rolls of the “ill”, actually. My life is rather good, and there is potential for it becoming much better still. Personal attacks to create an excuse to not listen to truth or reason is quite common among liberals. How nice, to kick a gimp because he won't hail your new dear leader. I would say it is all there is, emotion, for socialists, liberals, communists, and feminists politically. Looking at the three Democratic candidates, this last thought becomes obvious.
As far as the infestation of socialism, among other ism’s, in medical schools, and all schools, of both higher and lower levels of education, denying it simply shows your ignorance or worse? I have a brother who is a doctor. He was liberal in high school, far left by my accounting. For him to be allowed into the school (Brown’s, I believe), he was not liberal enough so he had to have some social contact indoctrination. He was required to do a year or more of charity work (so called HFH, Carter’s thing). The gall of that, and his simplistic obedience and subsequent indoctrination left me quite suspect, as time has passed the suspicion has been clarified into certainty. I have seen what the ethics boards at hospitals are doing, leaving doctors to decide whether even to treat, then having that one doctor be able to pretty much lock the patient out of treatment anywhere else, among many other things. How many are they not going to treat because we do not believe the socialist mantra? That is just some of it, but you asked.
“In short, you have derailed an honest discussion into insane, inflammatory hyperbole while denying that is what you intend to do. I will not tolerate this on my blog.”
There was never an honest discussion. I did ask some things, but every time I did, I had a bunch of emotional oddity sent my way. There were a few who tried to answer. Some who tried to understand where I was coming from. And, perhaps, a few who honestly understand it was not an attack. None of which would I be able to say you wished to be a party to. I was asking, purely, what your stance was. Whether my interpretations were correct as you saw things, and whether there was room for any commonality. I felt attacked at every step. Finally, I wanted to see if your idealism was more important then a person. I wanted to see if ideas could be overlooked for other ideals which are held in common. I found that your idealism trumps all. It is what I feared, suspected. It is why I will never bite into the socialist or communist apple. It is poison, and anyone not sucking down that poison is out. So be it.
This is the response to, mostly, genuine query. I will honestly discuss each complaint here (since, as I mentioned, I am no longer welcome to post, rightly or wrongly, it is her site, I will neither apologize nor ignore her decision).
“Doom, you are being Extremely Rude. I will not accept any more of your comments until such time as you choose to apologize.”
I find no reason to apologize.
“In case you are still at sea regarding exactly what it is you have to apologize for:
1) You called me an anti-American.”
I indicated that socialism is anti-American if it is sought. Since this is not the type of government we (officially) have, supporting it means supporting the overthrow of our current government. I suspect that is rather anti-American. If you are so involved with the socialist movement that you cannot be separated from the movement on a personal basis, then you are indeed anti-American. Either face up to it, honestly, or leave the traitorous political affiliation.
“2) You have implied that I am a thief.”
Same as above.
“3) You have essentially told me, 'If you don't like America, you can leave.'”
In essence, yes. I believe there is a group which will help you, paying one way travel and offering you a small payoff, for a guarantee of termination of citizenship. Let me know if our “criminal” (as you put it) president is too much for you and you feel the need to leave.
“4) You have compared Senator Obama to Hitler and Stalin, and offensively misspelled his name.”
Actually, the misspelling was accidental, in this case. I have done it on purpose before, but I spelled it Obomber, see the difference? I am unfamiliar with muslim names. I am so happy that you seem to grasp them so well. Perhaps a burqua is your style. As far as comparing him to Hitler and Stalin, that is a bit much. He is half the man, if every bit as evil. As I have told others, I will now tell you. I hope you get your way, the governance you would die or kill for, if you had the power, but I hope it happens for you elsewhere or after I am dead.
“5) You have so ridiculously misrepresented the subject matter in your last post that it is impossible even to address the points you make. They are not coming from any basis in reality at all. 'Socialism has afflicted our medical schools?' What are you smoking? Indifference, negligence to fertility? When the in-vitro fertility industry is so enormous, and when our live birth rate takes into account all the premature and low-birth-rate infants that never would have had a chance of survival in the past?”
I do not smoke, inject, or otherwise consume drugs as a means of recreation or whatever. Perhaps you should be speaking to Obomber about that. I would guess I am even being removed from the rolls of the “ill”, actually. My life is rather good, and there is potential for it becoming much better still. Personal attacks to create an excuse to not listen to truth or reason is quite common among liberals. How nice, to kick a gimp because he won't hail your new dear leader. I would say it is all there is, emotion, for socialists, liberals, communists, and feminists politically. Looking at the three Democratic candidates, this last thought becomes obvious.
As far as the infestation of socialism, among other ism’s, in medical schools, and all schools, of both higher and lower levels of education, denying it simply shows your ignorance or worse? I have a brother who is a doctor. He was liberal in high school, far left by my accounting. For him to be allowed into the school (Brown’s, I believe), he was not liberal enough so he had to have some social contact indoctrination. He was required to do a year or more of charity work (so called HFH, Carter’s thing). The gall of that, and his simplistic obedience and subsequent indoctrination left me quite suspect, as time has passed the suspicion has been clarified into certainty. I have seen what the ethics boards at hospitals are doing, leaving doctors to decide whether even to treat, then having that one doctor be able to pretty much lock the patient out of treatment anywhere else, among many other things. How many are they not going to treat because we do not believe the socialist mantra? That is just some of it, but you asked.
“In short, you have derailed an honest discussion into insane, inflammatory hyperbole while denying that is what you intend to do. I will not tolerate this on my blog.”
There was never an honest discussion. I did ask some things, but every time I did, I had a bunch of emotional oddity sent my way. There were a few who tried to answer. Some who tried to understand where I was coming from. And, perhaps, a few who honestly understand it was not an attack. None of which would I be able to say you wished to be a party to. I was asking, purely, what your stance was. Whether my interpretations were correct as you saw things, and whether there was room for any commonality. I felt attacked at every step. Finally, I wanted to see if your idealism was more important then a person. I wanted to see if ideas could be overlooked for other ideals which are held in common. I found that your idealism trumps all. It is what I feared, suspected. It is why I will never bite into the socialist or communist apple. It is poison, and anyone not sucking down that poison is out. So be it.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mom, the Second.
I was able to contact my foster Mother! The conversation was wonderful. She had so many questions and some interesting news. And, she was welcoming. I do believe we will be able to see each other for a bit when I am in the area! I am excited. Perhaps I may get the chance to see some of my foster siblings as well. I, of course, wished her a happy Mother’s Day. She was a good woman, and she certainly did her best. I think she was happy to hear that I had quit tobacco. She tried her best to keep me from that, but some things could not be done.
I suppose we spoke for a half an hour or so, and just re-familiarized each other with voice, our recent histories, and just happy tidings. I certainly hope I may stay there several days, rest up, and learn more. It was a relief to not be spurned, or to have missed her death, or something. I really need to begin caring for the connections with those I love. Even a quarterly call, even if the news is never good from me, but only hopeful, I need to just man up to my humble nature.
I attempted to find my final Mother through the telephone listings. However, I could not find her. I am a bit worried. Though, she may have moved or married, both are not likely. I will try a few other methods tomorrow, methods which tend to be more weekday friendly. I hope I have not missed her life as she died and without my attendance. I am hopeful. What else is there?
I still need to contact the Xterra Club, discuss with AAA what AAA Plus membership offers in trip planning and savings on lodging, food, and things, figure out some costs, starting paring the timing down to narrow windows of probability, if not quite yet outright static plans. There, as well, are a few more items I need to purchase, some food planning, and just continuing forward with my exercises, bowling tomorrow, my other schedules, appointments, and interests. Oh, and I need to begin corralling college plans. If I am going to cancel a surgery for college, then I am going to college.
So much to do, I suppose I have a lot to make up until I can both claim a life, then find a more stable life. If, that is, I can make it out of the old life and into a new life. So many doubts and questions, time will tell. I think I will watch a show, then head off to bed. I will try to get a review of the movies tomorrow, or soon. Though, this is at the lower end of priorities so no real promises. I liked this set of movies for the most part, and will have something positive to say in the main (that should be a nice change of pace, compared to my most recent movie reviews, right?).
Sleep well, dream sweetly (though I myself honestly do prefer my scary dreams), stay warm to your toes (or cool), and believe that someone out here is like your brother. Perhaps better? Perhaps, sometimes, in a way. Goodnight.
I suppose we spoke for a half an hour or so, and just re-familiarized each other with voice, our recent histories, and just happy tidings. I certainly hope I may stay there several days, rest up, and learn more. It was a relief to not be spurned, or to have missed her death, or something. I really need to begin caring for the connections with those I love. Even a quarterly call, even if the news is never good from me, but only hopeful, I need to just man up to my humble nature.
I attempted to find my final Mother through the telephone listings. However, I could not find her. I am a bit worried. Though, she may have moved or married, both are not likely. I will try a few other methods tomorrow, methods which tend to be more weekday friendly. I hope I have not missed her life as she died and without my attendance. I am hopeful. What else is there?
I still need to contact the Xterra Club, discuss with AAA what AAA Plus membership offers in trip planning and savings on lodging, food, and things, figure out some costs, starting paring the timing down to narrow windows of probability, if not quite yet outright static plans. There, as well, are a few more items I need to purchase, some food planning, and just continuing forward with my exercises, bowling tomorrow, my other schedules, appointments, and interests. Oh, and I need to begin corralling college plans. If I am going to cancel a surgery for college, then I am going to college.
So much to do, I suppose I have a lot to make up until I can both claim a life, then find a more stable life. If, that is, I can make it out of the old life and into a new life. So many doubts and questions, time will tell. I think I will watch a show, then head off to bed. I will try to get a review of the movies tomorrow, or soon. Though, this is at the lower end of priorities so no real promises. I liked this set of movies for the most part, and will have something positive to say in the main (that should be a nice change of pace, compared to my most recent movie reviews, right?).
Sleep well, dream sweetly (though I myself honestly do prefer my scary dreams), stay warm to your toes (or cool), and believe that someone out here is like your brother. Perhaps better? Perhaps, sometimes, in a way. Goodnight.
Another new day, a real Sunday. And, it is Mother's Day!
It is amazing, to me, that this day is truly going to become my day of rest. As Saturday is becoming a personal and lighter day, the newness continues. It must be difficult for you to imagine having no days different from any other day. Days becoming confused with each other, then lost in weeks, months, and years. Oddly, that loss of a need, ability, or external push to separate times, days, and dates has counter-intuitively caused my time here, for the last few decades, to seem like an eternity. It is only in these times when I start trying to set up schedules, be at specific places at certain times, and perform pre-planned time-sensitive actions when I am finally able to see how little time there is. Time evaporates, like rubbing alcohol evaporates on the skin, leaving a cool realization of the finite and swift nature of life.
This feeling of time slipping through my hands, far from being a bad part of life as I try to re-enter a new life, is something of a major blessing. At times, in the exhausted haunts of my mind, with time become a distant memory with no meaning to my mind or in my life, the fear that I am in Purgatory becomes pervasive. I cannot help but strangle and choke on the notion that I will be left here for some huge span of time for my misdeeds. Perhaps this is less Purgatory than hell, I even think, in which case, there is no escape. Having time pass, hopefully becoming a party to my aging and being able to watch it more closely, I will find comfort in knowing with certainty that my days are numbered. Because of this, I have to learn to deal with my aging in more than a nativistic or animal way, though a complication, it is one I gladly accept for the freedom from the burden of existential fret otherwise in evidence.
My lady friend finally made her visit this morning. I had gone to bed very late (5:00 or 6:00), so had only slept a few hours when she called at about 7:30 and then dropped in a bit later. She brought the whole of her debt repayment, and breakfast. She had already eaten, so she brought me a slice of quiche, which I did enjoy. She had intended another set of chores this day, but the weather did not support her plans. So, it was a laundry (and Scrabble) today. Plus, I was able to offer her the first cup of cappuccino any guest in my house has received. She appreciated it, but suggested it was no more than a small cup of her organic coffee. I had to concur for the most part. Using only truly purified water and organic coffee that she cannot do without, the device offers no better coffee than any other system (and personally I think worse, as there is more grit in the coffee from the coffee beans from this process). I suppose it is European, in both the device’s style, and the notion of small fine cups of coffee (though, regardless of their pretend sophistry and grandiose delusions of cultural splendor (long dead, only the shell of architecture, artistic antiques, and a faded dead history remain of any of that, since they set out to kill God) I can and do choose probably better coffee and more of it than most Europeans could even contemplate, socialism suck if kings are little better).
We played three games of Scrabble. She just could not win, until finally, she owned me in the last game (well, she eked out with a 6 point lead). I teased, and played, but I was so tired, I am not sure how I did it. Usually, when practiced and rested, I can beat her most of the time. But being this tired, I usually do not stand much of a chance unless she is dragging around as well. But she seemed chipper and awake, so, I cannot account for her losses. I can however *do a snoopy dance* She gets so mad when she cannot win her game (I prefer monopoly, backgammon, poking my eyes out with red hot pokers even, almost). It is fun, though, if only mostly for the company and winning. hehehehe *boop*
We generally do not discuss politics (currently). Though occasionally she or I will ask something, carefully. We do not, then, debate it. All we seemingly do is find out what the other thinks and then back off and disseminate the possibilities on our own. We asked to see if there was a way of thinking we had not considered or simply to hear what the "other side" (one of them) is thinking. If we hear something new (for my part anyway), I honestly check it out. Usually it is propaganda, from what I have researched (though on occasion she is quite right, give or take, if still not always a priority within my basic principles). Organic foods are bunk, and probably a net social and grocer negative, to the problems of socialized medicine, or even socialism versus capitalism. I think if she actually looked up half of what I suggest to her, she would at worst be a simple republican, at best, a real citizen and conservative. And, occasional, the subject will come up again and we might discuss it with our newfound research and any twists from that. Oh, yes, she can be legitimately correct, and I do give it up when she is and when I then concur. Plus, I usually try to sweeten the pot for learnin' me. :) She just cannot handle being criticized, debated, or having her beliefs examined intensely at all. Yes, I can. And, I do seek out those who disagree (or who I suspect disagree), and try to understand, from time to time. Actually, I know no other conservative with whom I speak regularly, save perhaps and sort of Bane (with any certainty, given my understanding of the term conservative, end of legal notice :P ) Even if we may never find agreement, I do seek some understanding. My difficulty is knowing when to cut off the debate as either pointless or becoming too negative (hot). Oddly, I just do not get all that hot.
Oh, happy Mother’s Day to all you ladies who have and ladies who are looking to have little ones! I called one of my Mums so far. I am thinking I should try to call the others. If I wish to visit them, perhaps today would be a good time to, if not see about that, to open up communications again. As I have said before, this is a part of my tasks which I find uncomfortable. Yet, I think I do want to do this. I am pondering the issue. Talking to a Mom, one you have not spoken with in a long time, is not so dissimilar from entering a confessional booth after a long period. The awkward silence, the power structures becoming set again, the acknowledgment of a (if mortal in this case) higher power, and self doubts and a childhood let go so long ago opening up again in order that the relationship may become substantial again, or more, be solidified back into the flesh rather than in memories and thoughts where the relationship had been safely and statically maintained for so long. Open soul surgery? Yeah, ok. As with capitalism, though, there is no pay-off without risk. And the greater the pay-off, the greater the risk. *ouch* I can see why people try to delude themselves with the simple (lies) that are socialism, feminism, and communism. Risks are real, in whatever form they take. It is easier not to take them, even if those types never see the rich pay-offs (most of them cannot and would not have seen those anyway, so they gamble happily, with nothing to lose (seemingly)). Anyway...
One of my Moms is sobbing and such. But sobbing happily, so I guess. When you say you love someone, explain how much you love them, and are sincere and kind in your manners, I guess you should expect that. Well, if it is a woman to whom you are speaking anyway. Still, it is weird. I hope the others do not tear up right away. It makes it difficult to understand them. Though, it often shortens the call, which saves a nickel or two. (I hope my Mom’s do not read this, but… They probably wonder from time to time, that whole black sheep thing and all) Bahhh. I think they know I do care, if I do not always listen, obey, or necessarily share their sentiments.
This feeling of time slipping through my hands, far from being a bad part of life as I try to re-enter a new life, is something of a major blessing. At times, in the exhausted haunts of my mind, with time become a distant memory with no meaning to my mind or in my life, the fear that I am in Purgatory becomes pervasive. I cannot help but strangle and choke on the notion that I will be left here for some huge span of time for my misdeeds. Perhaps this is less Purgatory than hell, I even think, in which case, there is no escape. Having time pass, hopefully becoming a party to my aging and being able to watch it more closely, I will find comfort in knowing with certainty that my days are numbered. Because of this, I have to learn to deal with my aging in more than a nativistic or animal way, though a complication, it is one I gladly accept for the freedom from the burden of existential fret otherwise in evidence.
My lady friend finally made her visit this morning. I had gone to bed very late (5:00 or 6:00), so had only slept a few hours when she called at about 7:30 and then dropped in a bit later. She brought the whole of her debt repayment, and breakfast. She had already eaten, so she brought me a slice of quiche, which I did enjoy. She had intended another set of chores this day, but the weather did not support her plans. So, it was a laundry (and Scrabble) today. Plus, I was able to offer her the first cup of cappuccino any guest in my house has received. She appreciated it, but suggested it was no more than a small cup of her organic coffee. I had to concur for the most part. Using only truly purified water and organic coffee that she cannot do without, the device offers no better coffee than any other system (and personally I think worse, as there is more grit in the coffee from the coffee beans from this process). I suppose it is European, in both the device’s style, and the notion of small fine cups of coffee (though, regardless of their pretend sophistry and grandiose delusions of cultural splendor (long dead, only the shell of architecture, artistic antiques, and a faded dead history remain of any of that, since they set out to kill God) I can and do choose probably better coffee and more of it than most Europeans could even contemplate, socialism suck if kings are little better).
We played three games of Scrabble. She just could not win, until finally, she owned me in the last game (well, she eked out with a 6 point lead). I teased, and played, but I was so tired, I am not sure how I did it. Usually, when practiced and rested, I can beat her most of the time. But being this tired, I usually do not stand much of a chance unless she is dragging around as well. But she seemed chipper and awake, so, I cannot account for her losses. I can however *do a snoopy dance* She gets so mad when she cannot win her game (I prefer monopoly, backgammon, poking my eyes out with red hot pokers even, almost). It is fun, though, if only mostly for the company and winning. hehehehe *boop*
We generally do not discuss politics (currently). Though occasionally she or I will ask something, carefully. We do not, then, debate it. All we seemingly do is find out what the other thinks and then back off and disseminate the possibilities on our own. We asked to see if there was a way of thinking we had not considered or simply to hear what the "other side" (one of them) is thinking. If we hear something new (for my part anyway), I honestly check it out. Usually it is propaganda, from what I have researched (though on occasion she is quite right, give or take, if still not always a priority within my basic principles). Organic foods are bunk, and probably a net social and grocer negative, to the problems of socialized medicine, or even socialism versus capitalism. I think if she actually looked up half of what I suggest to her, she would at worst be a simple republican, at best, a real citizen and conservative. And, occasional, the subject will come up again and we might discuss it with our newfound research and any twists from that. Oh, yes, she can be legitimately correct, and I do give it up when she is and when I then concur. Plus, I usually try to sweeten the pot for learnin' me. :) She just cannot handle being criticized, debated, or having her beliefs examined intensely at all. Yes, I can. And, I do seek out those who disagree (or who I suspect disagree), and try to understand, from time to time. Actually, I know no other conservative with whom I speak regularly, save perhaps and sort of Bane (with any certainty, given my understanding of the term conservative, end of legal notice :P ) Even if we may never find agreement, I do seek some understanding. My difficulty is knowing when to cut off the debate as either pointless or becoming too negative (hot). Oddly, I just do not get all that hot.
Oh, happy Mother’s Day to all you ladies who have and ladies who are looking to have little ones! I called one of my Mums so far. I am thinking I should try to call the others. If I wish to visit them, perhaps today would be a good time to, if not see about that, to open up communications again. As I have said before, this is a part of my tasks which I find uncomfortable. Yet, I think I do want to do this. I am pondering the issue. Talking to a Mom, one you have not spoken with in a long time, is not so dissimilar from entering a confessional booth after a long period. The awkward silence, the power structures becoming set again, the acknowledgment of a (if mortal in this case) higher power, and self doubts and a childhood let go so long ago opening up again in order that the relationship may become substantial again, or more, be solidified back into the flesh rather than in memories and thoughts where the relationship had been safely and statically maintained for so long. Open soul surgery? Yeah, ok. As with capitalism, though, there is no pay-off without risk. And the greater the pay-off, the greater the risk. *ouch* I can see why people try to delude themselves with the simple (lies) that are socialism, feminism, and communism. Risks are real, in whatever form they take. It is easier not to take them, even if those types never see the rich pay-offs (most of them cannot and would not have seen those anyway, so they gamble happily, with nothing to lose (seemingly)). Anyway...
One of my Moms is sobbing and such. But sobbing happily, so I guess. When you say you love someone, explain how much you love them, and are sincere and kind in your manners, I guess you should expect that. Well, if it is a woman to whom you are speaking anyway. Still, it is weird. I hope the others do not tear up right away. It makes it difficult to understand them. Though, it often shortens the call, which saves a nickel or two. (I hope my Mom’s do not read this, but… They probably wonder from time to time, that whole black sheep thing and all) Bahhh. I think they know I do care, if I do not always listen, obey, or necessarily share their sentiments.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I made it to Church.
At first I thought I was barely going to make it. I dove into the shower (though cleaned well, I pay extra attention when going to church), then dressed, and just scooted. It was somewhere between 15:45 and 15:52 when I left (I thought church services began at 16:10). Though I am close, this time of day on a Saturday can be a bit busy traffic-wise. Well, I actually made it to a parking spot and then to the front doors in plenty of time. However, right there on the big church bulletin-board out front, it indicated services start at 17:10. Fine, I had not been down-town in a while, so a little stroll would be pleasant.
The first of two stores I visited was a Euro and hand-made pottery interior and kitchen tool and décor shop. It is a little place, but I really enjoy it. Unless, like today, some guy thinks I am gay because I am there and makes his presence known. Well, it is there city, but I am not interested. My bright red face, and direct absenceing of the area should have given it away. He seemed to take the hint for a while, but then again, approached. I had seen pretty much all I was interested in, so I departed.
I went another block over and down (going the long way to ensure the hint had been understood, yes, I always look around anyway, so, I would have seen him). I entered the place and found something I had been looking to purchase for quite some time. I had wanted to see it in person, but I just had never found it to date. The price was a little higher than what I had hoped, and I could not find one in a box. So, I spoke with a salesman (would have preferred the saleswoman, in this town I trust no “man”). In any case, and in spite of my suspicions about this salesman, his demeanor was professional and aloof enough that I could tolerate the situation. I asked about the item in question. It seems the store had brought these in last fall, but they had not sold well. This was the last of their stock, a stock which would not be replenished. As a fact, they did not have the box or instructions for the device (an Italian stove-top cappuccino pot, stainless steel). That being the case, would 25% off be enough of an incentive to take the pot as is? Of course, so I now own a neat little cappuccino device, two cappuccino cups and saucers, and another old purchase order tended.
I was able to make it back to church in plenty of time, get in early and choose my seating (which I take all the way in the back, so that when I need to kneel, I can do so without having to oddly place my legs in such a way that I (almost always otherwise) cramp up). I would prefer to sit right near the front, but it just is not practical. As well, I was able to pray quietly and for a good bit as I contemplated life, in God’s house, in the company of a few other believers. The service was grand! I do miss this. As well, I happened to meet several of the gents who have attended the CEW weekends (this year and last), and at least saw the gentleman who had been my admittance advisor (though I did not get to speak with him (this time)). One of the gents I did speak with indicated that I should give him a call and go have a coffee with him, so that is now on my agenda. I will need to find or locate through outside sources his email address again, but that should not be a problem. There is nothing like coming home. Oh, should you think I am anti-gay, you are about half right. I know gay men who I like, but the difference is, I am not a target and they understand my disbelief in the morality of their choice. And, they understand I see it as a choice. Anyway, just letting you know. Good God, good day, I think I will test my new little cappuccino device.
After church, I went to the Mormon church (temple?) right away. I had much less time to make it there since my services where an hour later and this place is across town. I hurried and arrived to... nothing. No one was there, not a single other car in the lot, and the lights were all off. I did not wait, as the event was supposed to be at 19:00, and it was 18:55. Even if it was a small affair, at least one person or group would have already been there to open the church. Instead, I went out to dinner. A local sports bar, with great burgers and nachos I really enjoy. That, along with a few tall microbrew draws, and I was ready to go home.
As I was pulling in, I noticed the neighbor lady out toodling around doing this or that. So, being curious (since it was supposed to be her husband performing the baptism), I sidled over to see if now would be a good time to talk. She seemed welcoming, so... I began. Apparently the man who was to be baptized developed cold feet. He had only been involved for a short time, so perhaps this was the situation. We actually ended up talking for almost a half an hour, which I think we both enjoyed. We each had little new things, or continuations to report upon and then we said our good evenings and parted. We will be having a steak cook-out this coming Monday, so we will get a chance to talk more then.
It has been a good day. I think I still have two movies yet to watch. The other two were fairly good. I will have to report when I finish these. Goodnight!
The first of two stores I visited was a Euro and hand-made pottery interior and kitchen tool and décor shop. It is a little place, but I really enjoy it. Unless, like today, some guy thinks I am gay because I am there and makes his presence known. Well, it is there city, but I am not interested. My bright red face, and direct absenceing of the area should have given it away. He seemed to take the hint for a while, but then again, approached. I had seen pretty much all I was interested in, so I departed.
I went another block over and down (going the long way to ensure the hint had been understood, yes, I always look around anyway, so, I would have seen him). I entered the place and found something I had been looking to purchase for quite some time. I had wanted to see it in person, but I just had never found it to date. The price was a little higher than what I had hoped, and I could not find one in a box. So, I spoke with a salesman (would have preferred the saleswoman, in this town I trust no “man”). In any case, and in spite of my suspicions about this salesman, his demeanor was professional and aloof enough that I could tolerate the situation. I asked about the item in question. It seems the store had brought these in last fall, but they had not sold well. This was the last of their stock, a stock which would not be replenished. As a fact, they did not have the box or instructions for the device (an Italian stove-top cappuccino pot, stainless steel). That being the case, would 25% off be enough of an incentive to take the pot as is? Of course, so I now own a neat little cappuccino device, two cappuccino cups and saucers, and another old purchase order tended.
I was able to make it back to church in plenty of time, get in early and choose my seating (which I take all the way in the back, so that when I need to kneel, I can do so without having to oddly place my legs in such a way that I (almost always otherwise) cramp up). I would prefer to sit right near the front, but it just is not practical. As well, I was able to pray quietly and for a good bit as I contemplated life, in God’s house, in the company of a few other believers. The service was grand! I do miss this. As well, I happened to meet several of the gents who have attended the CEW weekends (this year and last), and at least saw the gentleman who had been my admittance advisor (though I did not get to speak with him (this time)). One of the gents I did speak with indicated that I should give him a call and go have a coffee with him, so that is now on my agenda. I will need to find or locate through outside sources his email address again, but that should not be a problem. There is nothing like coming home. Oh, should you think I am anti-gay, you are about half right. I know gay men who I like, but the difference is, I am not a target and they understand my disbelief in the morality of their choice. And, they understand I see it as a choice. Anyway, just letting you know. Good God, good day, I think I will test my new little cappuccino device.
After church, I went to the Mormon church (temple?) right away. I had much less time to make it there since my services where an hour later and this place is across town. I hurried and arrived to... nothing. No one was there, not a single other car in the lot, and the lights were all off. I did not wait, as the event was supposed to be at 19:00, and it was 18:55. Even if it was a small affair, at least one person or group would have already been there to open the church. Instead, I went out to dinner. A local sports bar, with great burgers and nachos I really enjoy. That, along with a few tall microbrew draws, and I was ready to go home.
As I was pulling in, I noticed the neighbor lady out toodling around doing this or that. So, being curious (since it was supposed to be her husband performing the baptism), I sidled over to see if now would be a good time to talk. She seemed welcoming, so... I began. Apparently the man who was to be baptized developed cold feet. He had only been involved for a short time, so perhaps this was the situation. We actually ended up talking for almost a half an hour, which I think we both enjoyed. We each had little new things, or continuations to report upon and then we said our good evenings and parted. We will be having a steak cook-out this coming Monday, so we will get a chance to talk more then.
It has been a good day. I think I still have two movies yet to watch. The other two were fairly good. I will have to report when I finish these. Goodnight!
I am having my first real Saturday in a long time.
What do I mean, you ask? My first real Saturday, what is that about? It is simple folks. After a week of working out, being active, setting up and keeping appointments, running to and from this and that, making plans, contacting people, practicing piano, and taking my medicine, grooming, and eating more properly, I am tired. I needed this Saturday. I understand, just a very little bit, and again because I once did know this, what Saturday can really mean to people who work every day (and often then some). Do I deserve this? Maybe not yet, maybe more so than most.
In one sense, I did very little compared to what an average (let alone a hard working) person does in a week. I had no boss(es) rain(ing) down terror and tasks on top of my expected tasks and meetings. I was not called in to do over-time. I did not have to be anywhere for hours at a time, given snippets to snack or have lunch or coffee. And yet, compared to what I am used to doing or have been able to do at times, I have gone from almost complete inactivity to planning a mountain climbing trip, then started setting up my base camp, on Mount Everest. So, deserve Saturday? Yes and no, as I suggested.
I will be going to church today. I am rather excited! Really, I do love going to church. It is not just the homily, it is not just the people, it is not just our priests, nuns, and laity, or even just God’s presence. It is all of that and more. The time I (nearly?) died, and yet ‘remember’ from between the living and the death and back, I remember being ushered in with others (I do not remember the bright light, or at least going into it, just sort of stepping out of it). What we did there, other than mill around, introduce and meet loved ones, and, oddly, sing to communicate and rejoice, we waited. We waited for Him. And, I tell you, we would have been happy to be waiting for longer than the Earth has existed, longer than the stars have shone, because He is that much and more. Church reminds me of that, in no small amount. It is like the waiting room. It is a joy, even if my flesh and mind cannot always be pushed, shoved, yanked, or prodded to function to get there in time. My heart and parts of the rest of me are always there.
Oh, I should, then, also be able to make it to my friend’s important work. It is no small feat, helping to bring another man from outside of God’s light to inside it. Though he speaks a different tongue with God, I do think he follows my God as he understands. It is by his fruit that you will know him. He has been wonderful in this world, and I do know him.
I might or might not write about the experience. Some things are just mine. I like having a few special memories or thoughts. Meet me for coffee, I will spill the beans then, if not here. Love and blessings.
In one sense, I did very little compared to what an average (let alone a hard working) person does in a week. I had no boss(es) rain(ing) down terror and tasks on top of my expected tasks and meetings. I was not called in to do over-time. I did not have to be anywhere for hours at a time, given snippets to snack or have lunch or coffee. And yet, compared to what I am used to doing or have been able to do at times, I have gone from almost complete inactivity to planning a mountain climbing trip, then started setting up my base camp, on Mount Everest. So, deserve Saturday? Yes and no, as I suggested.
I will be going to church today. I am rather excited! Really, I do love going to church. It is not just the homily, it is not just the people, it is not just our priests, nuns, and laity, or even just God’s presence. It is all of that and more. The time I (nearly?) died, and yet ‘remember’ from between the living and the death and back, I remember being ushered in with others (I do not remember the bright light, or at least going into it, just sort of stepping out of it). What we did there, other than mill around, introduce and meet loved ones, and, oddly, sing to communicate and rejoice, we waited. We waited for Him. And, I tell you, we would have been happy to be waiting for longer than the Earth has existed, longer than the stars have shone, because He is that much and more. Church reminds me of that, in no small amount. It is like the waiting room. It is a joy, even if my flesh and mind cannot always be pushed, shoved, yanked, or prodded to function to get there in time. My heart and parts of the rest of me are always there.
Oh, I should, then, also be able to make it to my friend’s important work. It is no small feat, helping to bring another man from outside of God’s light to inside it. Though he speaks a different tongue with God, I do think he follows my God as he understands. It is by his fruit that you will know him. He has been wonderful in this world, and I do know him.
I might or might not write about the experience. Some things are just mine. I like having a few special memories or thoughts. Meet me for coffee, I will spill the beans then, if not here. Love and blessings.
Friday, May 9, 2008
My first week of exercises.
I actually did it! I found a system, figured out how it worked, set it up according to my needs, then completed every exercise I scheduled. There were times when I was not sure I would complete it. There was a time or two when I had to slow down, take a short pause, and then get back to it. I did my best to push through in the time, adding deep breaths about half way through the week, and obeying the weights and rests recommended. Two days off, and it could not be a better time for it.
After lifting, I again practiced at the piano. There is much to do, and I am already hitting things that are challenging. There are many things I have forgotten, but other things seem well remembered, most things remain I should think. I have not contacted the piano instructor yet, and I am wavering on whether to do so or not. There is too little time to really start with her, money is being directed toward my trip, and yet it is long enough of a time between now and when I will return from my trip that trying to break into something now might not be wise. It would be too easy to lose track and mess up that whole thing. Still, if I do not make contact, again, I could lose track. Hmm, perhaps I will contact her a week or two before I head out. I will just have to see.
Two Mormon elders dropped by this afternoon (right after I had just finished my work-out). We spoke about our understandings of religion, politics, and various other topics. I am not sure they have made their minds up regarding many things. Perhaps the public school taint is still haunting them. However, I have a great hope that they will, as they read their books, find wisdom. In any case, I certainly offer them conversation. I cannot read the Book of Mormon, I have been admonished about the point from my religious leadership, and I accept that plainly. As well, I am honest with them about this. They may read from it and discuss it, but I cannot read it.
After that, I took a shower, then headed out to the place I hiked last year. I might start trying to do that again this year, as an additional means of getting in shape for the trip. I think it would help work out my wounded butt dimple as well. Bowling is taking a toll, but I think this option might help cure that and add to my overall fitness. However, there may be too much water out there currently to take that particular trail. It had gotten a bit late for me to get out and go down some of the possible trailheads. I might do that tomorrow.
Well, maybe I will do that tomorrow. Since my lady friend was too tired to do her laundry this morning, she has indicated tomorrow will be the day. As well, I plan on attending church tomorrow. I was done in and running a bit long in the day last week, but this week should be good. As well, my neighbor will be baptizing a man he has brought into his church. I think the timing works well enough for me to attend my service, grab a bite to eat, then watch him perform this ceremony. I missed his son’s baptism (I was away, helping my mother after her back surgery). So, this would be a secondary acknowledgement to him and his. As well, it will be a surprise. I am curious about the look on his face.
Hmm, I am hungry. I think I am going to pick a few things up, fruits, canned tuna (I prefer buying raw tuna and cooking it and eating some and turning the remainder into tuna salad, but it takes time, energy, and generates dishes), and a few other things. I really have to eat as rightly as I may in order to both regain health and strength as well as specifically to battle diabetes.
I am happy with my progress. I have a lot still to do, plans still to complete, even information yet to gather, both for the trip, for school, and for the rest of my life. Bit by bit, I am really digging in and digging out. Oh, I think I am going to try and get my lady friend to help me straighten up tomorrow. If she is going to eat her, play here, and do her chores here, she can help here. Then, maybe a movie and popcorn to offer an added treat to the mix (stick and carrot). Hmm, maybe a movie tonight? Yeah, but a rental.
Oh, wait. I never did offer a review of Queen Elizabeth. First of all, I considered the movie a liberalized protestant propaganda hit job on the Catholic Church, a mischaracterization of actual history, and a lie in many if not most factual ways. Given that, the movie is interesting fiction. The plot was well played. The characters were sometimes rich, deep, and believable, though some where far too much and were not believable (the vast minority were unbelievable). The outcome was decided by the first few scenes, and is exactly what I would expect from people who despise all religion, yet would choose to support a religion hijacked by a king wanting a divorce beyond what the generally forgiving real church would allow (as well as beheadings of those wives, on false charges of having cheated on the lecher). Yes, they would support the Church of England over the Catholic church, the same as the Communists slaughtered every Catholic in Russia within two weeks of taking over. Hollywood, the USSR, and CNN, what is the difference. Like I said, other than that, it is a decent movie. Know your history!
After lifting, I again practiced at the piano. There is much to do, and I am already hitting things that are challenging. There are many things I have forgotten, but other things seem well remembered, most things remain I should think. I have not contacted the piano instructor yet, and I am wavering on whether to do so or not. There is too little time to really start with her, money is being directed toward my trip, and yet it is long enough of a time between now and when I will return from my trip that trying to break into something now might not be wise. It would be too easy to lose track and mess up that whole thing. Still, if I do not make contact, again, I could lose track. Hmm, perhaps I will contact her a week or two before I head out. I will just have to see.
Two Mormon elders dropped by this afternoon (right after I had just finished my work-out). We spoke about our understandings of religion, politics, and various other topics. I am not sure they have made their minds up regarding many things. Perhaps the public school taint is still haunting them. However, I have a great hope that they will, as they read their books, find wisdom. In any case, I certainly offer them conversation. I cannot read the Book of Mormon, I have been admonished about the point from my religious leadership, and I accept that plainly. As well, I am honest with them about this. They may read from it and discuss it, but I cannot read it.
After that, I took a shower, then headed out to the place I hiked last year. I might start trying to do that again this year, as an additional means of getting in shape for the trip. I think it would help work out my wounded butt dimple as well. Bowling is taking a toll, but I think this option might help cure that and add to my overall fitness. However, there may be too much water out there currently to take that particular trail. It had gotten a bit late for me to get out and go down some of the possible trailheads. I might do that tomorrow.
Well, maybe I will do that tomorrow. Since my lady friend was too tired to do her laundry this morning, she has indicated tomorrow will be the day. As well, I plan on attending church tomorrow. I was done in and running a bit long in the day last week, but this week should be good. As well, my neighbor will be baptizing a man he has brought into his church. I think the timing works well enough for me to attend my service, grab a bite to eat, then watch him perform this ceremony. I missed his son’s baptism (I was away, helping my mother after her back surgery). So, this would be a secondary acknowledgement to him and his. As well, it will be a surprise. I am curious about the look on his face.
Hmm, I am hungry. I think I am going to pick a few things up, fruits, canned tuna (I prefer buying raw tuna and cooking it and eating some and turning the remainder into tuna salad, but it takes time, energy, and generates dishes), and a few other things. I really have to eat as rightly as I may in order to both regain health and strength as well as specifically to battle diabetes.
I am happy with my progress. I have a lot still to do, plans still to complete, even information yet to gather, both for the trip, for school, and for the rest of my life. Bit by bit, I am really digging in and digging out. Oh, I think I am going to try and get my lady friend to help me straighten up tomorrow. If she is going to eat her, play here, and do her chores here, she can help here. Then, maybe a movie and popcorn to offer an added treat to the mix (stick and carrot). Hmm, maybe a movie tonight? Yeah, but a rental.
Oh, wait. I never did offer a review of Queen Elizabeth. First of all, I considered the movie a liberalized protestant propaganda hit job on the Catholic Church, a mischaracterization of actual history, and a lie in many if not most factual ways. Given that, the movie is interesting fiction. The plot was well played. The characters were sometimes rich, deep, and believable, though some where far too much and were not believable (the vast minority were unbelievable). The outcome was decided by the first few scenes, and is exactly what I would expect from people who despise all religion, yet would choose to support a religion hijacked by a king wanting a divorce beyond what the generally forgiving real church would allow (as well as beheadings of those wives, on false charges of having cheated on the lecher). Yes, they would support the Church of England over the Catholic church, the same as the Communists slaughtered every Catholic in Russia within two weeks of taking over. Hollywood, the USSR, and CNN, what is the difference. Like I said, other than that, it is a decent movie. Know your history!
Doh!
Reservations! Ok, I was all hot and heavy. I was making plans here, calling there, doing this and preparing that. But to what use without reservations for the primary event? I swallowed a big lump, humbled by my lack of oversight, and I then thought how to fix the my deficiency. I decided to look over the blog, again. I saw some of the details, but I could not get my mind to slow down well enough to focus on fine details or I was simply missing the details. I reconsidered how to alleviate this problem, and considered what all it would take. After a few moments, I emailed our fearless leader with a set of possibilities, a request for what actions I needed to take and which actions will be taken for me by the group (or group leader). Of course, and in spite of being and perhaps(?) sounding bright enough to understand some things, I am struggling to not sound neurotic (not that that is all bad *grins*). Now, I wait. Nothing like waking up with some spit and vinegar, if nowhere to really go. Ha!
My mother called this morning. She asked me to guess who had visited her this morning, so, being the good son, I told her. I almost feel bad, I ruined her surprise. I was pretty sure who it was, in spite of them being from California and never having been out this way to my knowledge to date. I just knew. My mother forgets about me, from time to time. Or, at least, she tries to forget that aspect. She enjoys it as a parlor trick, or a fascinating story, but when I remind her how connected we are, it… scares her. Oh well, I got a good chuckle out of it. I have this connection with two of my mothers, I have had it with other family members, a few guys in the service, a lady love or two, and a few pets. It is not perfect, or even always on, it just happens when it does. It does bring me calm, even when things are bad for one of us, we are not alone as I see it now.
Oh, my lady friend was too tired to arrive for laundry this morning. That was ok, I am rather sluggish too. Plus, I need to put my apartment and self back together, I need to work out, play the piano, order some auto travel parts (a sun tamer or three, and weather/sun vents for the side windows of the Xterra (preferably not glued vent/shades though, as they might interfere with vision off-roading, so being removable and re-replaceable is a strongly desired quality, but I will just have to see what is available).
It may be a rainy day, so, getting up, going, and out is proving difficult. I will have to go over my list of things to do, and begin getting on it in spite of the day. I know I am lazy though, I finally realized I think it is either too hot or too gloomy 99% of the time. *grins* I suppose I am just going to have to dig down and push that back to at least only 98% of the time? Yep. *laughs* Ok… getting to it.
My mother called this morning. She asked me to guess who had visited her this morning, so, being the good son, I told her. I almost feel bad, I ruined her surprise. I was pretty sure who it was, in spite of them being from California and never having been out this way to my knowledge to date. I just knew. My mother forgets about me, from time to time. Or, at least, she tries to forget that aspect. She enjoys it as a parlor trick, or a fascinating story, but when I remind her how connected we are, it… scares her. Oh well, I got a good chuckle out of it. I have this connection with two of my mothers, I have had it with other family members, a few guys in the service, a lady love or two, and a few pets. It is not perfect, or even always on, it just happens when it does. It does bring me calm, even when things are bad for one of us, we are not alone as I see it now.
Oh, my lady friend was too tired to arrive for laundry this morning. That was ok, I am rather sluggish too. Plus, I need to put my apartment and self back together, I need to work out, play the piano, order some auto travel parts (a sun tamer or three, and weather/sun vents for the side windows of the Xterra (preferably not glued vent/shades though, as they might interfere with vision off-roading, so being removable and re-replaceable is a strongly desired quality, but I will just have to see what is available).
It may be a rainy day, so, getting up, going, and out is proving difficult. I will have to go over my list of things to do, and begin getting on it in spite of the day. I know I am lazy though, I finally realized I think it is either too hot or too gloomy 99% of the time. *grins* I suppose I am just going to have to dig down and push that back to at least only 98% of the time? Yep. *laughs* Ok… getting to it.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
It has been a long day.
Aside from the trickiness of the weather, leaving me unsure whether to have the furnace or air conditioning on, these last few days have been sluggish. The good news about the deal, however, is that I have still been able to get some things done. I can offer no promises, I can only keep pushing while the tide is with me, and up to a point even when it begins to go against me. I think the trick is, if the tide goes against me strongly and persistently, I then need to be dynamic enough to capitalize on the new direction as I may. If I end up doing things other than those which I had scheduled, so long as it is a positive gain and in the direction of my goals, it cannot be counted as a loss. And more, if all my energy is spent simply not going too far off course in one of life’s many serious storms or redirects, I think I will be better off than when I was splashing around in the sea of life with nothing but doubts and dread, having no hope or direction or goal.
I was able to help my lady friend today. I had to pick her up at the mechanic’s shop, do a little shopping, then return to my place for a little bite to eat and to watch the movie, Queen Elizabeth. For lunch, we finished off the spaghetti sauce, though she requested a batch of spinach linguini (or some pasta like that, more like a spinach egg noodle, but) rather than the proper Italian wheat (Durim?) spaghetti. Though not delicatessen, it sufficed and was fun. I had a bit of shredded asiago cheese and made her a pot of fresh coffee. Afterwards, she helped me out by showing me where and how to recycle certain items locally. It is a good thing to know, as boxes and soda containers are trash fillers. Perfect things to load off onto a foolish with money (our money) government. Though I understand the social and economic folly of that spending indiscretion and ecological foolishness prescribed by the absurdity, and the real dangers therein all of it, I guess I cannot fight every battle, nor can I afford to ignore the fact that in spite of over-charging for trash pick-up the government (or one of the ruler’s cronies), there is the offer of pretty much free disposal. At this point, my pocket is starting to talk to me.
After that, she continued with the laundry she had started as soon as she arrived. After a few loads, she needed a nap. Even being late in the afternoon, with little time to nap before the service department might call, and needing to work tonight, an hour nap was better than nothing. So, I set up her a place on my couch. A flat sheet halved and tucked, a fuzzy blanket on top of that (fleece?), then a folding back of the top part of the sheet and blanket, plus two pillows, and she was set. Initially I thought to compute, but she did not seem happy with that, and then I remembered I had a small list of things myself, things I could still get to today and alone easier anyway. So, out the door I went. I first drove to the library, with my locally addressed utilities bills. I received my library card on the spot and then went exploring. I could not find the old card catalogues, very sadly, so I just went to one of the computer catalogues they offer today. I found several books regarding pi, but could actually locate only one of the books, I borrowed it, then left. On to the University office. I needed to pay a minor, if late, bill. I asked at the office in which I incurred the bill, fearing I would have to go a block and a half away to actually pay, and it being later in the afternoon, that I might not be able to make it to the other office. Half right, or wrong depending on how one views the answer, I did indeed need to visit another office. But rather than being a block and a half away, it was only a few steps and around a corner away. Two tasks completed.
After that, I considered buying us a dinner, then decided not to do so. My money is getting scarce, so I had better stick to home-made. I had fresh baked thick crust bread I could cut, hummus (jalapeño and lime hummus) to use on each of the slices of sandwich bread, a little lettuce to sprinkle in the thing, and some roasted beef to heat, thinly slice, and stack into the sandwich. It sounded good to me, and it worked out well. I think next time, however, I will slice the beef a bit thinner and in more manageable bite sizes. Like We both liked it, but it was a bit messy to consume. She called, shortly after leaving, to thank me for my assistance and the day. Yes, I enjoyed it too, and you are welcome, sincerely as always.
Ok, so maybe there was much I did not get done. But there was much I did get done, and some of that was giving. It was not perfect giving, and I had a grumpy moment or two, but I did help someone. It is a trade I am more than willing to make when I am able to offer it. I am quite tired, I am not sure why. Well, three trips out, a sometimes demanding friend over an extended period of time, being a bit warm in spite of the fall-like nature of the day (though it warmed up by early afternoon, at 10:00 or so, it was still indicating the day to be at 60 F degrees). Still, before a nap, this blog. Well, no, a nap first. I tried to get this out before the nap, but I could not edit this. And it did not make sense without that, I thought.
I was able to help my lady friend today. I had to pick her up at the mechanic’s shop, do a little shopping, then return to my place for a little bite to eat and to watch the movie, Queen Elizabeth. For lunch, we finished off the spaghetti sauce, though she requested a batch of spinach linguini (or some pasta like that, more like a spinach egg noodle, but) rather than the proper Italian wheat (Durim?) spaghetti. Though not delicatessen, it sufficed and was fun. I had a bit of shredded asiago cheese and made her a pot of fresh coffee. Afterwards, she helped me out by showing me where and how to recycle certain items locally. It is a good thing to know, as boxes and soda containers are trash fillers. Perfect things to load off onto a foolish with money (our money) government. Though I understand the social and economic folly of that spending indiscretion and ecological foolishness prescribed by the absurdity, and the real dangers therein all of it, I guess I cannot fight every battle, nor can I afford to ignore the fact that in spite of over-charging for trash pick-up the government (or one of the ruler’s cronies), there is the offer of pretty much free disposal. At this point, my pocket is starting to talk to me.
After that, she continued with the laundry she had started as soon as she arrived. After a few loads, she needed a nap. Even being late in the afternoon, with little time to nap before the service department might call, and needing to work tonight, an hour nap was better than nothing. So, I set up her a place on my couch. A flat sheet halved and tucked, a fuzzy blanket on top of that (fleece?), then a folding back of the top part of the sheet and blanket, plus two pillows, and she was set. Initially I thought to compute, but she did not seem happy with that, and then I remembered I had a small list of things myself, things I could still get to today and alone easier anyway. So, out the door I went. I first drove to the library, with my locally addressed utilities bills. I received my library card on the spot and then went exploring. I could not find the old card catalogues, very sadly, so I just went to one of the computer catalogues they offer today. I found several books regarding pi, but could actually locate only one of the books, I borrowed it, then left. On to the University office. I needed to pay a minor, if late, bill. I asked at the office in which I incurred the bill, fearing I would have to go a block and a half away to actually pay, and it being later in the afternoon, that I might not be able to make it to the other office. Half right, or wrong depending on how one views the answer, I did indeed need to visit another office. But rather than being a block and a half away, it was only a few steps and around a corner away. Two tasks completed.
After that, I considered buying us a dinner, then decided not to do so. My money is getting scarce, so I had better stick to home-made. I had fresh baked thick crust bread I could cut, hummus (jalapeño and lime hummus) to use on each of the slices of sandwich bread, a little lettuce to sprinkle in the thing, and some roasted beef to heat, thinly slice, and stack into the sandwich. It sounded good to me, and it worked out well. I think next time, however, I will slice the beef a bit thinner and in more manageable bite sizes. Like We both liked it, but it was a bit messy to consume. She called, shortly after leaving, to thank me for my assistance and the day. Yes, I enjoyed it too, and you are welcome, sincerely as always.
Ok, so maybe there was much I did not get done. But there was much I did get done, and some of that was giving. It was not perfect giving, and I had a grumpy moment or two, but I did help someone. It is a trade I am more than willing to make when I am able to offer it. I am quite tired, I am not sure why. Well, three trips out, a sometimes demanding friend over an extended period of time, being a bit warm in spite of the fall-like nature of the day (though it warmed up by early afternoon, at 10:00 or so, it was still indicating the day to be at 60 F degrees). Still, before a nap, this blog. Well, no, a nap first. I tried to get this out before the nap, but I could not edit this. And it did not make sense without that, I thought.
One more task completed, if it took me past my bedtime.
The DVD did not function correctly the last time I tried to use it. I was not terribly upset, I assumed it would be a quick fix and I did not have enough time to watch the complete movie anyway. After talking with my lady friend, it became apparent that tomorrow morning would be the day to watch that show. Fine, fine, I thought, it should be an easy thing. After running down the cords and wires, checking this, that, and the other thing, attempting to alter one variable (out of way too many), and coming up with nothing, I began to check the remotes to see if something had been disturbed. In a short time, I discovered how to get the image from the DVD player to appear on the screen, but I could hear nothing. I struggled with the remote, again. Then checked the cords, again. Then I went online to see if I could find information at Onkyo’s homepage. Nada, a year and a half after purchase, and their site cannot even find the number of the system so that an owners manual or connection diagram could be found, downloaded, or printed.
Finally, I decided I would just relax with a little television and then go on to bed and would just have to figure it out in the morning. But, no, I just could not let go. A few more adjustments with the remote, the flicking of a few switches, and I got it. I feel like I just wrestled an alligator (moving the pieces (VCR, DVD, Tuner, 32 inch tube HDTV, and cabinet) is a bit of a trick to do alone), but the intellectual aspect (if slight to the experienced) was a larger part of the feeling. Anyway, done. And, the cable TV sound and video still works.
Oh, though I am a bit stiff and sore, I really am not impaired by my exercises. I will use the massager again tonight, in order to help break up the acid (or whatever) in the muscles. My butt is feeling better, thanks for asking. Between massaging and getting up and out a bit, I have worked that kink out (until next Monday, anyway). I am not sure if I should start sit-ups and or push-ups on top of what I am doing. I am tending to think set-ups might be good, but push-ups might be overlapping my weight training. And, I do not want to actually over do, or even over do it according to my little ability to handle this new physical stress. Advice is welcome.
I wanted to hit the piano again tonight, but I do not think it is reasonable. I am not sure when my gal pal will be calling, so I should just hit the hay. I will be able to sleep a bit more securely at least. No worries about having to figure out the bird’s nest of wires and seeming (ill-)logic of the system. Sweet dreams to all, or good morning, day, or evening.
Finally, I decided I would just relax with a little television and then go on to bed and would just have to figure it out in the morning. But, no, I just could not let go. A few more adjustments with the remote, the flicking of a few switches, and I got it. I feel like I just wrestled an alligator (moving the pieces (VCR, DVD, Tuner, 32 inch tube HDTV, and cabinet) is a bit of a trick to do alone), but the intellectual aspect (if slight to the experienced) was a larger part of the feeling. Anyway, done. And, the cable TV sound and video still works.
Oh, though I am a bit stiff and sore, I really am not impaired by my exercises. I will use the massager again tonight, in order to help break up the acid (or whatever) in the muscles. My butt is feeling better, thanks for asking. Between massaging and getting up and out a bit, I have worked that kink out (until next Monday, anyway). I am not sure if I should start sit-ups and or push-ups on top of what I am doing. I am tending to think set-ups might be good, but push-ups might be overlapping my weight training. And, I do not want to actually over do, or even over do it according to my little ability to handle this new physical stress. Advice is welcome.
I wanted to hit the piano again tonight, but I do not think it is reasonable. I am not sure when my gal pal will be calling, so I should just hit the hay. I will be able to sleep a bit more securely at least. No worries about having to figure out the bird’s nest of wires and seeming (ill-)logic of the system. Sweet dreams to all, or good morning, day, or evening.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Not much done, but I helped where I could.
I am not sure where my time goes. I did wake up late, but that does not quite explain things. I then worked out and played piano. That was about an hour. Then a shower and a run to the store, I decided to buy a reciprocating saw (needed for several tasks currently in the queue). Then I received a call that a friend was sick, and could I pick up some food. I took care of that. I just do not know, but time seemed to fly. I moved at a normal pace, but I feel as if I got very little done.
Oh, a few more emails, both for the trip and aside from the trip, were sent. I did call my podiatrist to try and reschedule my foot surgery. I had to leave a message, but at least it is done. I will have to keep on that, calling again by next Wednesday if I hear nothing from them by then.
I still have a fairly long list of things to do. Among them, get in to the library and obtain a library card; start trying to contact my mothers (I am a little nervous about this, it has been some time, things are not always pleasant, and etc.), I have a few things to shop for (a pullover and river shoes, mostly for the trip but they have been on my ‘rolling’ to get list for some time anyway); begin figuring my drive plan and lodging schedule (I have been an AAA Plus member for a decade, I might have to see if they still offer free over-the-road trip planning); a few home care tasks, some cleaning, contacting my vocational administrator (or trying to, I think he will avoid me like the plague, especially since he said yes to my doctor, but meant “NO”); and about a dozen hundred other things.
I am starting to bog down, seemingly. In truth, I keep chugging along, one thing at a time. As well, there are both little and big things that interfere and sidetrack me. Still, I seem to get back into it when I can, I do what I am able, I feel good and neither rushed, overwhelmed, or like it is all slipping. It is amazing, and I am doing quite well. I will not say this is the turning point in my life. I will say it could be the beginning of it. I still need to handle the high sugar reading in order to concentrate down to the minute details and number of details required for engineering school. I still need to get in shape, for many reasons. I still have a long row ahead of me. In spite of that, I am no longer so nervous about it all. I see it happening, coming, going, and doing. And, I see my hands doing their part, and slowly learning to take over more and more of my load, readjusting from being managed, to becoming a manager, of self first, with hope for more.
I just thought I would throw a bit of subdued cheer out there. Eat it up, it could be you next. Maybe you are already there? Enjoy.
Oh, a few more emails, both for the trip and aside from the trip, were sent. I did call my podiatrist to try and reschedule my foot surgery. I had to leave a message, but at least it is done. I will have to keep on that, calling again by next Wednesday if I hear nothing from them by then.
I still have a fairly long list of things to do. Among them, get in to the library and obtain a library card; start trying to contact my mothers (I am a little nervous about this, it has been some time, things are not always pleasant, and etc.), I have a few things to shop for (a pullover and river shoes, mostly for the trip but they have been on my ‘rolling’ to get list for some time anyway); begin figuring my drive plan and lodging schedule (I have been an AAA Plus member for a decade, I might have to see if they still offer free over-the-road trip planning); a few home care tasks, some cleaning, contacting my vocational administrator (or trying to, I think he will avoid me like the plague, especially since he said yes to my doctor, but meant “NO”); and about a dozen hundred other things.
I am starting to bog down, seemingly. In truth, I keep chugging along, one thing at a time. As well, there are both little and big things that interfere and sidetrack me. Still, I seem to get back into it when I can, I do what I am able, I feel good and neither rushed, overwhelmed, or like it is all slipping. It is amazing, and I am doing quite well. I will not say this is the turning point in my life. I will say it could be the beginning of it. I still need to handle the high sugar reading in order to concentrate down to the minute details and number of details required for engineering school. I still need to get in shape, for many reasons. I still have a long row ahead of me. In spite of that, I am no longer so nervous about it all. I see it happening, coming, going, and doing. And, I see my hands doing their part, and slowly learning to take over more and more of my load, readjusting from being managed, to becoming a manager, of self first, with hope for more.
I just thought I would throw a bit of subdued cheer out there. Eat it up, it could be you next. Maybe you are already there? Enjoy.
Okay, so it was not so bad.
I did every last exercise, again. The pain is still there, if admittedly a slight pain, yet it did not hamper the lifting. Actually, as I lifted the weights, the pain subsided! Oh, the exercises did elicit a burn, but the burn was different from the achy soreness which it replaced. As well, my joints hurt a bit as I lift. It is mostly my elbow and shoulder (over the head exercises for the shoulder) joints which are stressed. I am now more confident in my ability to carry on with the exercise regime. Yet, I know it would be easy to slack off, to not want to do them, or to succumb to fear regarding the pain. I know too, now, these would be an emotional reaction. If it happens, it is up to me to take things in hand and get back into it rather than to just give up. Dang, I hate being my own parent, but it is the way it is.
After I completed the workout, I hit the piano. I doubt if that will be the best time to sharpen my manual dexterity but it is a fine time to cool down, rest up, and actually push my strength and dexterity closer together. Though I think I will also play a little later, again, to get some more practical piano work going.
It seems another friend is in need. Their vehicle is acting up and it has been requested that I give them a lift to work. Not a problem at all. And my lady friend would like to watch that movie, but needs to do her laundry. As you might suspect, of course she can do her laundry here while we watch Queen Elizabeth tomorrow morning. Plus, I have a place to hang up her clothes in the sun if she so desires. It is actually hers, but it is here at my place and… I bought it. Oh, did I ever say I was a sucker, but a pretty squared away one, in my own rights? Yeah, well, ask about that story sometime. I enjoyed just reviewing the whole thing in my mind.
A quick shower, however, then I need to pull my trash barrel from the curb, get to the library, and think about lunch. I still have some fine roast, a few potatoes, and some frozen veggies or romaine and other mixed lettuces. I might have to eat first, I cannot be sure until I take a shower.
One more thing… Woot! I did my second most doubtful day of exercises (to date)! I really was afraid. I am so surprised that the pain that caused me the fear dissipated as I lifted. I did a little warm up, which might have helped. And, I chose carefully the amount to lift, in accordance with a guide that seemed on target. Still, this is counter-intuitive, a blessing, and not something I have memory about (and yes, I really did get fairly serious into weight lifting about two decades ago). I feel blessed, warm, fuzzy, and excited to see what is next. I still have some fear to go through, but then it will come down to the boredom of the slow pace, seeming disinterest, schedule difficulties, and things like that. But, one thing and one day at a time. This day is mine, so far.
Oh, I need to find a place where I may shoot. My regular place is flooded. The only other place I know of costs money (not usually a problem, but with the trip coming up, I am fretting money). Please Lord, bring me the peace and calm I will need to kick off the first vacation I have had in twenty years, to be wise with my money, to be kind even in my hurried nature, and to be a kind and loving, righteous and judicial, and wise as you would have me be. Thank you Father, for all. Your dark child, Doom! In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy spirit.
After I completed the workout, I hit the piano. I doubt if that will be the best time to sharpen my manual dexterity but it is a fine time to cool down, rest up, and actually push my strength and dexterity closer together. Though I think I will also play a little later, again, to get some more practical piano work going.
It seems another friend is in need. Their vehicle is acting up and it has been requested that I give them a lift to work. Not a problem at all. And my lady friend would like to watch that movie, but needs to do her laundry. As you might suspect, of course she can do her laundry here while we watch Queen Elizabeth tomorrow morning. Plus, I have a place to hang up her clothes in the sun if she so desires. It is actually hers, but it is here at my place and… I bought it. Oh, did I ever say I was a sucker, but a pretty squared away one, in my own rights? Yeah, well, ask about that story sometime. I enjoyed just reviewing the whole thing in my mind.
A quick shower, however, then I need to pull my trash barrel from the curb, get to the library, and think about lunch. I still have some fine roast, a few potatoes, and some frozen veggies or romaine and other mixed lettuces. I might have to eat first, I cannot be sure until I take a shower.
One more thing… Woot! I did my second most doubtful day of exercises (to date)! I really was afraid. I am so surprised that the pain that caused me the fear dissipated as I lifted. I did a little warm up, which might have helped. And, I chose carefully the amount to lift, in accordance with a guide that seemed on target. Still, this is counter-intuitive, a blessing, and not something I have memory about (and yes, I really did get fairly serious into weight lifting about two decades ago). I feel blessed, warm, fuzzy, and excited to see what is next. I still have some fear to go through, but then it will come down to the boredom of the slow pace, seeming disinterest, schedule difficulties, and things like that. But, one thing and one day at a time. This day is mine, so far.
Oh, I need to find a place where I may shoot. My regular place is flooded. The only other place I know of costs money (not usually a problem, but with the trip coming up, I am fretting money). Please Lord, bring me the peace and calm I will need to kick off the first vacation I have had in twenty years, to be wise with my money, to be kind even in my hurried nature, and to be a kind and loving, righteous and judicial, and wise as you would have me be. Thank you Father, for all. Your dark child, Doom! In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy spirit.
Fear?
Yes, fear. I can smell it on me even before I can sense it or see it, sometimes. It is not as though I lock away my emotions or am insensitive to them, though I do and I am. It is just the way of man beasts, I believe. If my emotional foot were on fire, someone almost has to point it out or I need to see the soot coming up, smell the cooked meat, or something before I take notice and decide something ought to be done, sooner or later. Today, though, I am aware of the fear. I knew it would be here this morning, because it was teasing me already last night. I am afraid of the weight room. Okay, not the weight room, but I am afraid of the weights. Well, that is not quite it either, I am afraid of not being able to lift the weights. I am also afraid of the pain, as I am still a bit sore.
I will probably be able to get to the library today, and hopefully pick up my library card. I am also hoping to write an email to the piano instructor. There are several other items I would care to tend. Oh, I need to contact the VA and get the surgery rearranged, I need to take some recycling in to the center (saves me a couple of bag tags, though I know recycling to be a waste of resources, though in truth, it matters not a whit either way, except for the tag costs versus fuel costs to me). Oh, and if I did not add it, I plan to play some piano. I am trying to make that a daily daily. So, yeah, lots to do. And probably more than that, but there is only so much time.
I hear them now. The thrum of steel and iron. They are in the apartment. They come. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *cough* hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I will probably be able to get to the library today, and hopefully pick up my library card. I am also hoping to write an email to the piano instructor. There are several other items I would care to tend. Oh, I need to contact the VA and get the surgery rearranged, I need to take some recycling in to the center (saves me a couple of bag tags, though I know recycling to be a waste of resources, though in truth, it matters not a whit either way, except for the tag costs versus fuel costs to me). Oh, and if I did not add it, I plan to play some piano. I am trying to make that a daily daily. So, yeah, lots to do. And probably more than that, but there is only so much time.
I hear them now. The thrum of steel and iron. They are in the apartment. They come. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *cough* hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Iron Man, the Movie.
I did get a few more things done today. I sent an email or two, shoring up my plans. I contacted an old friend, via email and unassociated with my trip west. I made a batch of spaghetti, and it was tasty. Then, I decided to take in a movie. It was either that or the conservative movie (which I will get too soon, to be sure… Ben Stiller, or some such).
About the movie… I was under-whelmed. It was not the Iron Man of my comic books, and yeah, that is important to me. It is a typical Hollywood slut-fest remake. It trashed the thing, as I remember it. Again, it did have underpinnings of the good ol’ Hollywood anti-Americanism through anti-corporatism. Who is it, Boeing that is giving Iran our top weapons? This typical left-liberal crap is just boring, old, passé, and past it’s prime. The story was weak, as was the hero and heroine (do they still imbibe?). The special effects were decent, there was some play time, and muslims died (though it did try to indicate there is a difference between good and bad muslims… for shame). Other than that, a great movie. Next…
Oh, right. I spoke with the case worker the VA assigned to me today. Then my doctor called. They were both more interested in my methylphenidate script then my blood sugar. That is both interesting and irritating. I understand they needed to decide whether I had enough, and it is primary to me taking the rest of my medicine (as otherwise I sleep too much to be in compliance, regardless of my consideration, interest, or focused will). Still, the blood sugar is my most intractable health issue, and I want to see that come down. So, I indicated this, after describing my current methylphenidate usage, and was advised to increase the medicine I am taking for diabetes. Fine, but I am a little put out. It is a little thing, it is probably nothing, and it will pass, but… Oh, that reminds me, I need to reschedule my foot surgery. I just will not be put out of college on purpose or by accident.
About the movie… I was under-whelmed. It was not the Iron Man of my comic books, and yeah, that is important to me. It is a typical Hollywood slut-fest remake. It trashed the thing, as I remember it. Again, it did have underpinnings of the good ol’ Hollywood anti-Americanism through anti-corporatism. Who is it, Boeing that is giving Iran our top weapons? This typical left-liberal crap is just boring, old, passé, and past it’s prime. The story was weak, as was the hero and heroine (do they still imbibe?). The special effects were decent, there was some play time, and muslims died (though it did try to indicate there is a difference between good and bad muslims… for shame). Other than that, a great movie. Next…
Oh, right. I spoke with the case worker the VA assigned to me today. Then my doctor called. They were both more interested in my methylphenidate script then my blood sugar. That is both interesting and irritating. I understand they needed to decide whether I had enough, and it is primary to me taking the rest of my medicine (as otherwise I sleep too much to be in compliance, regardless of my consideration, interest, or focused will). Still, the blood sugar is my most intractable health issue, and I want to see that come down. So, I indicated this, after describing my current methylphenidate usage, and was advised to increase the medicine I am taking for diabetes. Fine, but I am a little put out. It is a little thing, it is probably nothing, and it will pass, but… Oh, that reminds me, I need to reschedule my foot surgery. I just will not be put out of college on purpose or by accident.
I did the deeds, again. Though I am nervous about tomorrow.
I arose slowly this morn. Stiff, sore, and tired, I finally pushed or pulled out of the sublime firm yet gently bed. The down pillows still whispering a lullaby, the warmth of the blankets suggesting there was still a place for me, I resisted and entered the day. The day did not rocket off into immediate work and success, but the flow from asleep to awake and functioning was solid and kind. After a mere half hour, I had set out my plans for the day and started to gather my wits and my goods, dressing and grooming, and finally grabbing a tangelo to eat.
There had not been many of the items my friend had asked me to price, so I decided that would be the first place of business. I arrived with some nervousness, and headed back to the area I had seen them. A bit of shock and a upset feeling struck me as I came to the spot I had initially seen these items. However, I seemed to remember a palette lifter near them and then I remembered getting a sense that these were going to be moved. I did not see them being moved, but I just got that sense. So, I looked around just a bit for the palette loader, and then headed toward it. I could not see if the items where near, as everything was tucked well into the isle and there was something blocking my view. Yes, the items were there, and so I grabbed two. I had thought to pick them up and just carry them to the check out counter. Now, I think I could have done it but that action would have been neither safe for me or others, nor seemly in any fashion. So, I grabbed two of the objects, placed them on the palette lifter, and headed to the register, with some care even so.
It was a bit of a task to get these items loaded, then to drive carefully to my friend’s place, and deliver them. Just by chance, they were awake and about ready to leave. As such, I was able to find exactly where the items were desired, and to hand my friend the receipt. “Is Friday early enough to pay for these?”. Of course, you my dear readers, know I am giving as I can be. And, there is no real difference between Friday and today, as I have a small amount of extra cash (for the trip, among other things). So, in even more honesty, what my friend saw as a favor was not a favor of cost to me. As a fact, if that is a real burden, I am going to offer that they pay half this payday and half next payday. What are friends for?
So, having that done, I decided to head to the library. As I was on the street and about to turn into the library, I realized I had been considering music information. With a fine local music store right there, on the other side of the street, I decided to go there first. I spoke with a younger gentleman tending the register. He seemed knowledgeable, so I gave him the lead, only from time to time asking a question or suggesting a need or wish. He was a well of good information. From pricing to an email contact with the lady who would be offering the lessons. I may contact her, in advance, however, I am not planning to begin lessons again until after I return from Colorado and Nevada and see what the damages are. But, I probably, as I said, will be writing her shortly.
After that excursion, I again set my sights upon the library. There is a good deal of remodeling going on, both inside and outside. There is nothing seriously impeding access, yet, trying to figure out where to go takes just a moment of guesswork, then leg work. After a first shot zeroing on the correct door needed for entrance, I made my way into the main chamber. Looking around just a wee more, and the front desk was located and approached. A brief discussion ended with me leaving empty handed, if informed. I am living in the area, to be sure, but I am not registered in the area. I find many reasons not to advocate the socialism and communism herearound and choose to maintain a student residency only here. However, a utility bill (recent) with my name and local address should suffice. This empty handed retreat was actually just a lack of foresight on my part. I honestly should have know this, considering it is a government and a local institution, and knowing my residency situation (a distinct choice, by the way). Well, perhaps tomorrow, or later this week. Though she did indicate that they will be closing shop for several weeks in order to complete the renovations surrounding the building and grounds, but I did not catch the exact day. I am thinking she said Thursday, so... the sooner the better or I might lose track. Oh well, I might start some research online, though I would rather do any actual research based on books. The internet might provide me with a better background from which to begin my classic research, not a bad thing.
It has been a hot day. I have begun to get very red faced, more so at times, but nearly beat red at the upper end. It is a bit the sunshine, a bit the heating of my body, and something else. I look red enough that I get the strangest looks. No, I am not burning as this is only the sunshine while driving and then going into the stores these last two days. And, I am not having some physical problem, no hyperventilation, sun stroke, or any of that. It is just a personal oddity. Oh, and I can handle the heat while I am awake, at least as well as anyone (if I like it less than most). I just cannot sleep when it gets 70 to 72 or warmer.
There had not been many of the items my friend had asked me to price, so I decided that would be the first place of business. I arrived with some nervousness, and headed back to the area I had seen them. A bit of shock and a upset feeling struck me as I came to the spot I had initially seen these items. However, I seemed to remember a palette lifter near them and then I remembered getting a sense that these were going to be moved. I did not see them being moved, but I just got that sense. So, I looked around just a bit for the palette loader, and then headed toward it. I could not see if the items where near, as everything was tucked well into the isle and there was something blocking my view. Yes, the items were there, and so I grabbed two. I had thought to pick them up and just carry them to the check out counter. Now, I think I could have done it but that action would have been neither safe for me or others, nor seemly in any fashion. So, I grabbed two of the objects, placed them on the palette lifter, and headed to the register, with some care even so.
It was a bit of a task to get these items loaded, then to drive carefully to my friend’s place, and deliver them. Just by chance, they were awake and about ready to leave. As such, I was able to find exactly where the items were desired, and to hand my friend the receipt. “Is Friday early enough to pay for these?”. Of course, you my dear readers, know I am giving as I can be. And, there is no real difference between Friday and today, as I have a small amount of extra cash (for the trip, among other things). So, in even more honesty, what my friend saw as a favor was not a favor of cost to me. As a fact, if that is a real burden, I am going to offer that they pay half this payday and half next payday. What are friends for?
So, having that done, I decided to head to the library. As I was on the street and about to turn into the library, I realized I had been considering music information. With a fine local music store right there, on the other side of the street, I decided to go there first. I spoke with a younger gentleman tending the register. He seemed knowledgeable, so I gave him the lead, only from time to time asking a question or suggesting a need or wish. He was a well of good information. From pricing to an email contact with the lady who would be offering the lessons. I may contact her, in advance, however, I am not planning to begin lessons again until after I return from Colorado and Nevada and see what the damages are. But, I probably, as I said, will be writing her shortly.
After that excursion, I again set my sights upon the library. There is a good deal of remodeling going on, both inside and outside. There is nothing seriously impeding access, yet, trying to figure out where to go takes just a moment of guesswork, then leg work. After a first shot zeroing on the correct door needed for entrance, I made my way into the main chamber. Looking around just a wee more, and the front desk was located and approached. A brief discussion ended with me leaving empty handed, if informed. I am living in the area, to be sure, but I am not registered in the area. I find many reasons not to advocate the socialism and communism herearound and choose to maintain a student residency only here. However, a utility bill (recent) with my name and local address should suffice. This empty handed retreat was actually just a lack of foresight on my part. I honestly should have know this, considering it is a government and a local institution, and knowing my residency situation (a distinct choice, by the way). Well, perhaps tomorrow, or later this week. Though she did indicate that they will be closing shop for several weeks in order to complete the renovations surrounding the building and grounds, but I did not catch the exact day. I am thinking she said Thursday, so... the sooner the better or I might lose track. Oh well, I might start some research online, though I would rather do any actual research based on books. The internet might provide me with a better background from which to begin my classic research, not a bad thing.
It has been a hot day. I have begun to get very red faced, more so at times, but nearly beat red at the upper end. It is a bit the sunshine, a bit the heating of my body, and something else. I look red enough that I get the strangest looks. No, I am not burning as this is only the sunshine while driving and then going into the stores these last two days. And, I am not having some physical problem, no hyperventilation, sun stroke, or any of that. It is just a personal oddity. Oh, and I can handle the heat while I am awake, at least as well as anyone (if I like it less than most). I just cannot sleep when it gets 70 to 72 or warmer.
Sore loser? No, just sore.
Yesterday was quite a day. And I had plans to make today another major day. Well, maybe not so much. My upper body is a little stiff and cranky, but that left cheek area remains the main and most difficult complaint. Then I remembered that I owned an electric massage machine, a good one, a powerful one. I used that a bit this morning and it did loosen up upper and lower body a good deal. So, while still stiff, I am not hobbling around like a wounded crawdad or something. And, the upper body enjoyed it’s share of the treatment.
I played piano again last night, after a bit of a nap. I crashed, hard, at about 20:00, but awoke at 24:00, as the temperature in my place finally overcame my need for sleep. It had crept up to 72 F degrees and it was too hot for me to consider sleeping (though it may have been that warm or warmer but I was so tired I slept anyway… the reason I cannot sleep in that temperature (without air movement or something, in an enclosure at least, is because I feel like I am choking… I fear heat (and humidity) now like some people fear spiders or heights... it is death, to me, somehow).
Oh, that friend I was price shopping for gave me the nod, so I will go see if I can pick those items up. Having my type of vehicle and as free of a schedule as I do should make me the mark for this kind of chore more often. And, yes, even if you are a libtard, I am nice enough to do these things for most people. I am just not well enough known, I suspect. The people with whom I do have contact, however, seem generally to be do-it-yourselfers, and try desperately to maintain an air (and reality for the most part) of independence. Then again, I will not complain about that, I encourage it. Still, I enjoy doing the little things I can do when I get the chance.
Today, another day and a good one. I felt right enough this morning, and I have a feeling I am moving forward enough, that… I just prayed thanking God for the day. My life is in His hands, I hope His will is done through my life. My hands, as best as I am able, have been surrendered to His will, let it be.
I will be picking up those items, then I think I will stop at the local library. I will not walk to the library, as I had hoped. I will, however, pick up a library card and browse their goods. I have decided to look into the mathematical methods used to evaluate pi. Oh sure, to some of you it is a simple thing (if you already know it), to others of you it might be a useless thing. Truth be told, I have no actual purpose to know this. However, the mathematic method behind it, the understanding and manipulation of which, could not be a bad thing for an engineering type to have in the pocket. As well, as a young teen, doing this had been a possibility as a science fair project. I was merely to go as far with the calculations as possible. Unfortunately, I did not end up doing that project. I suppose, along with the other reasons, this is part of the push.
I am not sure what else I will do, if anything. But, for today, that should be enough. Oh, I think I will be hitting the massager again a time or two. Getting started lifting weights was the hardest part. But that was yesterday. My hardest part with weight lifting begins tomorrow. And it will not, probably, ever get easier. I will have to push to get back in shape and gain some standard strength again. Then again, is not everything in my life more day to day than almost any of you could know? Like or not, you have a path, a purpose, reasons, knowledge, experience, and little choice other than to go on, one way or another. I have none of these, I have to create these from whole cloth, which itself is not woven yet. I will not complain, my lot is not bad if a bit of a gilded cage. And, I can change this (possibly?), while others cannot.
I played piano again last night, after a bit of a nap. I crashed, hard, at about 20:00, but awoke at 24:00, as the temperature in my place finally overcame my need for sleep. It had crept up to 72 F degrees and it was too hot for me to consider sleeping (though it may have been that warm or warmer but I was so tired I slept anyway… the reason I cannot sleep in that temperature (without air movement or something, in an enclosure at least, is because I feel like I am choking… I fear heat (and humidity) now like some people fear spiders or heights... it is death, to me, somehow).
Oh, that friend I was price shopping for gave me the nod, so I will go see if I can pick those items up. Having my type of vehicle and as free of a schedule as I do should make me the mark for this kind of chore more often. And, yes, even if you are a libtard, I am nice enough to do these things for most people. I am just not well enough known, I suspect. The people with whom I do have contact, however, seem generally to be do-it-yourselfers, and try desperately to maintain an air (and reality for the most part) of independence. Then again, I will not complain about that, I encourage it. Still, I enjoy doing the little things I can do when I get the chance.
Today, another day and a good one. I felt right enough this morning, and I have a feeling I am moving forward enough, that… I just prayed thanking God for the day. My life is in His hands, I hope His will is done through my life. My hands, as best as I am able, have been surrendered to His will, let it be.
I will be picking up those items, then I think I will stop at the local library. I will not walk to the library, as I had hoped. I will, however, pick up a library card and browse their goods. I have decided to look into the mathematical methods used to evaluate pi. Oh sure, to some of you it is a simple thing (if you already know it), to others of you it might be a useless thing. Truth be told, I have no actual purpose to know this. However, the mathematic method behind it, the understanding and manipulation of which, could not be a bad thing for an engineering type to have in the pocket. As well, as a young teen, doing this had been a possibility as a science fair project. I was merely to go as far with the calculations as possible. Unfortunately, I did not end up doing that project. I suppose, along with the other reasons, this is part of the push.
I am not sure what else I will do, if anything. But, for today, that should be enough. Oh, I think I will be hitting the massager again a time or two. Getting started lifting weights was the hardest part. But that was yesterday. My hardest part with weight lifting begins tomorrow. And it will not, probably, ever get easier. I will have to push to get back in shape and gain some standard strength again. Then again, is not everything in my life more day to day than almost any of you could know? Like or not, you have a path, a purpose, reasons, knowledge, experience, and little choice other than to go on, one way or another. I have none of these, I have to create these from whole cloth, which itself is not woven yet. I will not complain, my lot is not bad if a bit of a gilded cage. And, I can change this (possibly?), while others cannot.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Not bad, given everything?
As I may have noted, I did rise and shine early and well. I was cooked out of sleep and that is fine. I woke to a full day of things I wanted to get done and little hope of probably doing it all. Is that always how life goes? I had wanted to work out, everything was definitely set up for that. I wanted to practice piano, another easy task. I was hoping to go bowling, do some price checking for a friend, write something I had indicated I would write for a group to which I belong. Lots of stuff, and of course, a few other things just hanging around, nagging me into action (or is it inaction toward which nagging leads me?).
Well, my lady friend decided today would be a good day to drop by. I had told her I had Queen Elizabeth (the movie), with whozits. I had told her I did not wish to watch it alone, it seemed to odd a thing to watch without having a woman around to excuse the action. So, this morning, unbidden and without much warning, she called to let me know she would be over, and asked what I had for breakfast. Fruit, cold cereals, grain (hot) cereals, eggs, and bacon I indicated. Hmm, that was not good enough, she thought, so… and she left it there. I do not care if someone complains, so long as she takes care of her complaints or reasonably allows me to help.
Ten minutes later, my doorbell rang. It was not my friend, as I expected. It was the domestic… urhm, home health aid… something like that. Have to watch for all the sensitivities these days, what is in a name or title can get you harassed, arrested, or put away somewhere else. Anyway, I had no warning she was supposed to be here. There were some things for her to do, but I had hoped to get a specific area cleaned the next time one of the ladies was here, but that area was going to be being occupied by my other surprise guest, so that could not be. As well, while engaged with company, I would not have been able to help in the cleaning (which is necessary until this place is a bit more correct). I am hoping after one or two more sessions, the cleaning might be very quick and automatic. Just dusting, vacuuming, sweep, maybe mop, restroom cleaning, and an odd or end along with that.
Yeah, I can see people saying “Do you really need a nurse and home health provider”? And it is a valid question. All I am going to say is that my ability to function and my functionality is at the highest it has been in… (decades? Yes, in) decades. And, the meds were not able to do it alone. I have been on them for over a year now, and they had not lifted me quite to this point, ever. If I can get help, even just help, on the things that allow me to function but which I cannot do or do alone, there is a great chance I may be able to focus on that which I can do, and get back into the game of life. So, yes, I probably do need this. Are you really going to begrudge a man who has been outside of life for two decades a chance to get back in? It would be great to have a wife who would be willing to tend these things, especially in the hope that I might work my way to a higher income. But even if I could just better manage my share of a shared life would not be too bad, especially if that grew to include fatherhood.
Oh, right, back to the list of duties, tasks, and diversions. I did every single one of them. Actually, it ended up that the advice I received about weight lifting was right on track. I almost did not complete the last two sets of the last of 7 sets of exercises, but I pushed on. They were hard, but they really were not killing me. I did every last one, and I was tired. A quick shower and then I played piano for about a half an hour. When I was dried and cool, I dressed and headed out to find the price of some items. I stopped at two places, then just called four more businesses when I returned home. After I came to a conclusion, I sent the friend a voice message. But before returning home, and after stopping at the two places, I went bowling. Ouch! That hurt. Oddly, my left butt cheek hurts like the dickens! That reverse kick to counterbalance the bowling ball is using muscles, tendons, or something that I have not used in so long, it seems I am reinventing every scintilla of that unknown. Knitting muscle from bone, it seems, and it HURTS. I limped, hopped, and skipped through two games of bowling, in spite of wanting to quit this too. I think it will be another week before I go. When I returned, and after I placed those price check calls, I got to the writing of an article for my group.
I am quite pleased. And yet I am not done. I will play some more piano, play some WoW, then maybe watch some tv. Oh, yeah, I also called my Mom. She says hi, by the way. Yes, she is like me that way. Her favorite show is on tonight, and she suggested I watch it. It is not my favorite show, but it is ok, for Hollywood anyway. So, I will try to find when Two and a Half Men plays in my area, and that will end my day (or become a part of it, depending how late it shows). Hmmm, popcorn? Yes, I think popcorn would be a great way to finish the day. Popped in one of those old kettles just for popping popcorn, with the stirring rake and handle mechanism to pop it all and well. Mmhm, popcorn.
Oh, tomorrow has at least one thing on the list. When I went to play the DVD, my system would not work. I cannot be sure, but I may have tried to rewire my system before I went to my Mom’s house. In doing so, I may have hooked something up wrong. Well, if the lady and I are to enjoy a show, I had best get the system working (or remember how it works, four remotes and satellite stereo can be a chore and a pain). Scratch that, make it two things on tomorrow's list. The local library is local enough that I can walk there I do believe. So I believe, on top of getting the DVD working, I will begin some sort of research project or another. Who knows, I might actually find something interesting to study and try to understand independently. Wish me luck?
*poof*
Well, my lady friend decided today would be a good day to drop by. I had told her I had Queen Elizabeth (the movie), with whozits. I had told her I did not wish to watch it alone, it seemed to odd a thing to watch without having a woman around to excuse the action. So, this morning, unbidden and without much warning, she called to let me know she would be over, and asked what I had for breakfast. Fruit, cold cereals, grain (hot) cereals, eggs, and bacon I indicated. Hmm, that was not good enough, she thought, so… and she left it there. I do not care if someone complains, so long as she takes care of her complaints or reasonably allows me to help.
Ten minutes later, my doorbell rang. It was not my friend, as I expected. It was the domestic… urhm, home health aid… something like that. Have to watch for all the sensitivities these days, what is in a name or title can get you harassed, arrested, or put away somewhere else. Anyway, I had no warning she was supposed to be here. There were some things for her to do, but I had hoped to get a specific area cleaned the next time one of the ladies was here, but that area was going to be being occupied by my other surprise guest, so that could not be. As well, while engaged with company, I would not have been able to help in the cleaning (which is necessary until this place is a bit more correct). I am hoping after one or two more sessions, the cleaning might be very quick and automatic. Just dusting, vacuuming, sweep, maybe mop, restroom cleaning, and an odd or end along with that.
Yeah, I can see people saying “Do you really need a nurse and home health provider”? And it is a valid question. All I am going to say is that my ability to function and my functionality is at the highest it has been in… (decades? Yes, in) decades. And, the meds were not able to do it alone. I have been on them for over a year now, and they had not lifted me quite to this point, ever. If I can get help, even just help, on the things that allow me to function but which I cannot do or do alone, there is a great chance I may be able to focus on that which I can do, and get back into the game of life. So, yes, I probably do need this. Are you really going to begrudge a man who has been outside of life for two decades a chance to get back in? It would be great to have a wife who would be willing to tend these things, especially in the hope that I might work my way to a higher income. But even if I could just better manage my share of a shared life would not be too bad, especially if that grew to include fatherhood.
Oh, right, back to the list of duties, tasks, and diversions. I did every single one of them. Actually, it ended up that the advice I received about weight lifting was right on track. I almost did not complete the last two sets of the last of 7 sets of exercises, but I pushed on. They were hard, but they really were not killing me. I did every last one, and I was tired. A quick shower and then I played piano for about a half an hour. When I was dried and cool, I dressed and headed out to find the price of some items. I stopped at two places, then just called four more businesses when I returned home. After I came to a conclusion, I sent the friend a voice message. But before returning home, and after stopping at the two places, I went bowling. Ouch! That hurt. Oddly, my left butt cheek hurts like the dickens! That reverse kick to counterbalance the bowling ball is using muscles, tendons, or something that I have not used in so long, it seems I am reinventing every scintilla of that unknown. Knitting muscle from bone, it seems, and it HURTS. I limped, hopped, and skipped through two games of bowling, in spite of wanting to quit this too. I think it will be another week before I go. When I returned, and after I placed those price check calls, I got to the writing of an article for my group.
I am quite pleased. And yet I am not done. I will play some more piano, play some WoW, then maybe watch some tv. Oh, yeah, I also called my Mom. She says hi, by the way. Yes, she is like me that way. Her favorite show is on tonight, and she suggested I watch it. It is not my favorite show, but it is ok, for Hollywood anyway. So, I will try to find when Two and a Half Men plays in my area, and that will end my day (or become a part of it, depending how late it shows). Hmmm, popcorn? Yes, I think popcorn would be a great way to finish the day. Popped in one of those old kettles just for popping popcorn, with the stirring rake and handle mechanism to pop it all and well. Mmhm, popcorn.
Oh, tomorrow has at least one thing on the list. When I went to play the DVD, my system would not work. I cannot be sure, but I may have tried to rewire my system before I went to my Mom’s house. In doing so, I may have hooked something up wrong. Well, if the lady and I are to enjoy a show, I had best get the system working (or remember how it works, four remotes and satellite stereo can be a chore and a pain). Scratch that, make it two things on tomorrow's list. The local library is local enough that I can walk there I do believe. So I believe, on top of getting the DVD working, I will begin some sort of research project or another. Who knows, I might actually find something interesting to study and try to understand independently. Wish me luck?
*poof*
A success!
You may not remember, but back when I had a programmable thermostatic control installed. Once it was installed, I considered how to program the thing. I decided that a very warm morning led to an earlier easier awakening (in theory, if with some supporting practicum to support the theory). The theory, now that the furnace is back on, is working well this morning. I was up within 15 or 20 minutes of the furnace kicking out the heat. Initially just to figure out what the problem was, then a few minutes later because it was too warm for me to sleep comfortably. Or, actually, to sleep at all. Over 70 to 72 degrees in this confined space, and I cannot take enough off to be cool enough to sleep. The furnace pushes it to 74, which makes me feel like I am being cooked, but it also wakes me up.
Today has great possibilities. It is set to be my first day of weight lifting. I, if that does not sink me, will also go bowling. Bowling was not really an upper body workout, though the control needed to try and bowl correctly left some corollary muscles a bit tender. Like I said, it is better for the legs. As well, perhaps I might get in on the piano again. It was fun to bang like a chimpanzee on my bongos… Dire Straights are out of the mainstream, and it was piano keys not bongos, but the point is the same, at this time. Wait, no, I am not getting money for nothing or chicks for free. A rotten example, as it turns out.
I did get into my beer a bit last night. It was a good night for doing that. Less than a six pack, probably only 4 or 5 beers over the evening. That is what goes for partying around here, and it does not happen all that often. Oh shoot, several things on a to-do list I seem to have not gotten to this weekend, some of it I had promised to tend. I will have to get on those. At least I finished a bit of blogging, got up early, and am getting set on the rest of it. I hope your day is looking up, moving forward, or at least is sufferable.
Today has great possibilities. It is set to be my first day of weight lifting. I, if that does not sink me, will also go bowling. Bowling was not really an upper body workout, though the control needed to try and bowl correctly left some corollary muscles a bit tender. Like I said, it is better for the legs. As well, perhaps I might get in on the piano again. It was fun to bang like a chimpanzee on my bongos… Dire Straights are out of the mainstream, and it was piano keys not bongos, but the point is the same, at this time. Wait, no, I am not getting money for nothing or chicks for free. A rotten example, as it turns out.
I did get into my beer a bit last night. It was a good night for doing that. Less than a six pack, probably only 4 or 5 beers over the evening. That is what goes for partying around here, and it does not happen all that often. Oh shoot, several things on a to-do list I seem to have not gotten to this weekend, some of it I had promised to tend. I will have to get on those. At least I finished a bit of blogging, got up early, and am getting set on the rest of it. I hope your day is looking up, moving forward, or at least is sufferable.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
In spite of my notions…
Though I had indicated I would not be doing anything on Sundays, it was such a beautiful day I just could not stay in. As well, as I am gearing up to get things in order for the trip, college, and life again, I just cannot sit still. If I had been awake earlier, I probably would have gone on to church. Though too, I am guessing that turning the furnace on and closing the windows has already begun to make a difference. I was a bit excited, but not sure what to do or where to go.
In the end, I decided to go plinking. I have not had much of a chance to take the fixed .22 pistol out for target practice. I thought about taking the .22 rifle as well, but that started to sound like more than I was really interested in messing with. I do need to get the scope on the rifle sighted in, to 50 yards optimally. But I do not want to be trying to adjust two weapons at the same time. It seemed that it would end up all work and no fun, and this Jack is not a dull boy.
I grabbed the pistol, a spinning target, a sound dampening headset, and enough ammunition to probably cut down a tree, even with it being .22 caliber. I have that much ammo, initially, to find which ammunition the pistol and rifle seem to like the best. Though, if I find a truly stand out ammunition, I will have 2 to 4 thousand rounds for each firearm. Then, I will turn it over about every six months to a year, with any good fortune (the stuff is truly cheap, even the “good” .22 stuff if it ends up preferring that). I get the goods wrangled into the Xterra, and off I go. I head out to my usual shooting grounds, a public shooting area a bit north, near a wildlife area.
I crank up some Metallica and then later Ozzy gets his turn, and I just enjoy the ride. As I leave the main road to get on the final spit of dirt road into the area, I note a problem. There is water way up over the road and into the back-dropping hills. There will be no shooting today. Even with a snorkel, I would not be able to get through this. Bummer. Back to the house, I suppose. On the way, I think to stop at Hy-Vee and pick up some romaine lettuce or a summer mix of lettuce, perhaps also to refill some of my water jugs. The place is packed, so I just scoot on home. Two for two, but the ride was fun, getting out was not a bad thing, I guess losing is not always complete.
I might have to see if my fingers can dance on the keyboard of the electric piano. It is open and easy to access now. Even if I do not have a learning session available, I can repeat the old to get back in the game. See you, would not want to be you.
In the end, I decided to go plinking. I have not had much of a chance to take the fixed .22 pistol out for target practice. I thought about taking the .22 rifle as well, but that started to sound like more than I was really interested in messing with. I do need to get the scope on the rifle sighted in, to 50 yards optimally. But I do not want to be trying to adjust two weapons at the same time. It seemed that it would end up all work and no fun, and this Jack is not a dull boy.
I grabbed the pistol, a spinning target, a sound dampening headset, and enough ammunition to probably cut down a tree, even with it being .22 caliber. I have that much ammo, initially, to find which ammunition the pistol and rifle seem to like the best. Though, if I find a truly stand out ammunition, I will have 2 to 4 thousand rounds for each firearm. Then, I will turn it over about every six months to a year, with any good fortune (the stuff is truly cheap, even the “good” .22 stuff if it ends up preferring that). I get the goods wrangled into the Xterra, and off I go. I head out to my usual shooting grounds, a public shooting area a bit north, near a wildlife area.
I crank up some Metallica and then later Ozzy gets his turn, and I just enjoy the ride. As I leave the main road to get on the final spit of dirt road into the area, I note a problem. There is water way up over the road and into the back-dropping hills. There will be no shooting today. Even with a snorkel, I would not be able to get through this. Bummer. Back to the house, I suppose. On the way, I think to stop at Hy-Vee and pick up some romaine lettuce or a summer mix of lettuce, perhaps also to refill some of my water jugs. The place is packed, so I just scoot on home. Two for two, but the ride was fun, getting out was not a bad thing, I guess losing is not always complete.
I might have to see if my fingers can dance on the keyboard of the electric piano. It is open and easy to access now. Even if I do not have a learning session available, I can repeat the old to get back in the game. See you, would not want to be you.
Duh! Did I say “Duh!”? Let me say it again.
Duh! A term used to indicate a piece of knowledge, an action, or just that saying the right thing is or should be extremely obvious. It is said because the obvious part was or was almost missed and the consequences would have been at least troubling. Such as being too honest when a woman asks if she looks fat in jeans. Well, I like fat bottoms (according to how women see things anyway), so my first answers were always “Heck yes, you look nice and fat in those jeans!”. See, not a good answer. I have learned to cut out the “and fat”, and life has smoothed out immensely (if not as fun, so I mix it in once in a while anyway, but not in the "Duh!" way. And, I am still not lying either way. So, what is this “Duh!” about?
I have been having trouble waking and getting going. It had gotten a bit worse when I returned from my Mother’s house, in spite of maintaining my medicinal regimen. The place is getting cleaner, the medicine are working, I have even added an extra “get up and go” pill to the line-up. So, what is the problem? It came to me this morning when I stumbled out of my room at about 10:00 or 11:00 this morning. I looked at the temp, it was 60 F degrees in here. Doh! Duh! You see, when I first returned, it was warm and getting warmer. The house needed aired out as well. So, I turned off the furnace, opened some windows for a cross breeze in the living room and kitchen area, then did not think another thing about it. I like it chilly, as cool as 66, no warmer than 72, in my unders (in-house attire). But 60 is just a bit out, and will cause lethargy. Now, I am not sure turning the heat on and up will help a great deal, though it might. But I am guessing that keeping the place between 68 and 72 will help just enough.
Oh, another thing though unrelated. My legs are very sore. I am quite sure it is from bowling. With the weight of the ball, the creeping forward form, and then the extension counter balance as my arm sends the ball forward and the leg kicks back for balance, these legs of mine are grumpy. My arms are a bit, just the reach and some angels, but nothing like my legs and butt. Still, I will probably go bowling again Monday. If you have ever worked out, seriously, you know that if it burns, you are doing it correctly. Since I will not be working my legs with weights, this is one good method for working my legs. But, oooouuuucccchhhh! I will get over it.
I have been having trouble waking and getting going. It had gotten a bit worse when I returned from my Mother’s house, in spite of maintaining my medicinal regimen. The place is getting cleaner, the medicine are working, I have even added an extra “get up and go” pill to the line-up. So, what is the problem? It came to me this morning when I stumbled out of my room at about 10:00 or 11:00 this morning. I looked at the temp, it was 60 F degrees in here. Doh! Duh! You see, when I first returned, it was warm and getting warmer. The house needed aired out as well. So, I turned off the furnace, opened some windows for a cross breeze in the living room and kitchen area, then did not think another thing about it. I like it chilly, as cool as 66, no warmer than 72, in my unders (in-house attire). But 60 is just a bit out, and will cause lethargy. Now, I am not sure turning the heat on and up will help a great deal, though it might. But I am guessing that keeping the place between 68 and 72 will help just enough.
Oh, another thing though unrelated. My legs are very sore. I am quite sure it is from bowling. With the weight of the ball, the creeping forward form, and then the extension counter balance as my arm sends the ball forward and the leg kicks back for balance, these legs of mine are grumpy. My arms are a bit, just the reach and some angels, but nothing like my legs and butt. Still, I will probably go bowling again Monday. If you have ever worked out, seriously, you know that if it burns, you are doing it correctly. Since I will not be working my legs with weights, this is one good method for working my legs. But, oooouuuucccchhhh! I will get over it.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Weights!
After taking a look around the weight room, moving a few things just a bit, and sorting a few other items, I believe the room is again a functional weight training area. That being the case, I went online tonight in order to seek a regimen. After a few false starts, promising sites that led from page to page, finally saying, just hand us your credit card and we will give you everything we have been promising up to this point. *sigh* That IS capitalism. It also sucks for such a common thing. Sell something else, not physical fitness information. Beside that, I know it is offered free if I just hunt and peck. Sure enough, I found a decent site.
It has been some time since I worked out, yet I have some notion of good and bad information. The site I chose is “sufficient” and accurate. Anyone telling you that you need to do things exactly as they do (or at least how they tell you to do them) is probably dead wrong. The more complex the regimen, as well, the more likely it is to fail. This site was simple. Though it does not offer a great deal of variance, that is not necessary initially. Nor does it need to offer variance as long as it discusses which muscle groups to hit how hard and gives a good example exercise, which this site does. There system of increasing weight both through the workout and then through time was a little complicated at first glance (and in part because I could not initially find a necessary deciphering page (which ended up being a scroll down, rather than on it’s own page)).
All said and done, after tinkering with their system and figuring out how it works, then testing my strength according to their instructions using my weights, I have set up a 6 week workout. I will be doing 7 different exercises, progressively stepped through each work out and then throughout the weeks, though I decided against two of the exercises (shrugs and squats, shrugs just cause (I do not believe I need, yet), and squats because my knees are too weak, always have been mostly). As for my legs, I think some hiking, swimming, and bowling should do the trick. I just need to focus on my kick while swimming.
I should be through this regimen, this starter regimen, by the time I head out to Colorado and Nevada. I am hoping it helps, though most likely I will not even look that much better, in truth. Something I noticed when I bowled, however, was that though I am still strong, it is not a graceful strength. I bowled more like Frankenstein less like a ballerina. Yes, I do know the difference, yes it bothers me, and yes, this might help that a bit. It is all it increments, folks. Oh, and I am being careful. I am not going near my maximums, merely, as the wise folks indicate, doing slightly more than majority percentages of maximums to begin with, and actually all the way through the regimen except for the last of the exercises the last of the weeks, by which time I will probably have new maximums in spite of continuing to percentage off the initial maximums. Though a prayer that I do not break my arm, leg, back, or neck could never hurt! Ha!
Who knows, I may have to find a good self teaching piano course and begin at the beginning again there too. Damn but if it is not a fine thing to tinkle out a classic. Baroque is calling, it always does, it is akin to the calling I received to become Catholic if a bit milder and not quite so spiritually commanding. God is tricksies. I am nervous.
It has been some time since I worked out, yet I have some notion of good and bad information. The site I chose is “sufficient” and accurate. Anyone telling you that you need to do things exactly as they do (or at least how they tell you to do them) is probably dead wrong. The more complex the regimen, as well, the more likely it is to fail. This site was simple. Though it does not offer a great deal of variance, that is not necessary initially. Nor does it need to offer variance as long as it discusses which muscle groups to hit how hard and gives a good example exercise, which this site does. There system of increasing weight both through the workout and then through time was a little complicated at first glance (and in part because I could not initially find a necessary deciphering page (which ended up being a scroll down, rather than on it’s own page)).
All said and done, after tinkering with their system and figuring out how it works, then testing my strength according to their instructions using my weights, I have set up a 6 week workout. I will be doing 7 different exercises, progressively stepped through each work out and then throughout the weeks, though I decided against two of the exercises (shrugs and squats, shrugs just cause (I do not believe I need, yet), and squats because my knees are too weak, always have been mostly). As for my legs, I think some hiking, swimming, and bowling should do the trick. I just need to focus on my kick while swimming.
I should be through this regimen, this starter regimen, by the time I head out to Colorado and Nevada. I am hoping it helps, though most likely I will not even look that much better, in truth. Something I noticed when I bowled, however, was that though I am still strong, it is not a graceful strength. I bowled more like Frankenstein less like a ballerina. Yes, I do know the difference, yes it bothers me, and yes, this might help that a bit. It is all it increments, folks. Oh, and I am being careful. I am not going near my maximums, merely, as the wise folks indicate, doing slightly more than majority percentages of maximums to begin with, and actually all the way through the regimen except for the last of the exercises the last of the weeks, by which time I will probably have new maximums in spite of continuing to percentage off the initial maximums. Though a prayer that I do not break my arm, leg, back, or neck could never hurt! Ha!
Who knows, I may have to find a good self teaching piano course and begin at the beginning again there too. Damn but if it is not a fine thing to tinkle out a classic. Baroque is calling, it always does, it is akin to the calling I received to become Catholic if a bit milder and not quite so spiritually commanding. God is tricksies. I am nervous.
She came over.
She arrived early, after having called several times this morning. And she was insistent. I had not heard the phone, but I know I heard at least a series of three or four doorbell rings, then a singular last ring. I was not sure it was her, though this is her M.O. This knowledge is what caused me to suspect the origin of the insistence. So, I jack-rabbit jumped out of bed, tossed on a shirt, and went to see. Yes, the Q.O.D. was on deck, awaiting a proper flag ceremony before boarding. It looked cool to cold and wet outside, so I decided to unlock the rat traps on the door and let the lady in, simultaneously indicating that I was not wearing pants so she could not say she was not warned, then I skedaddled back to find a suitable pair of leg coverings before returning to converse with my early guest.
It was slightly before 10:00, and I was certainly not very awake. I can bound to action without having a clue as to the cause and run on automatic until I find my pace though. So, that is what I did as I dressed, then checked my appearances in the mirror, then finally advanced to explore the causation of this early (well, awakening if not truly early) visit.
She, it seems, wished for transportation to her eye clinic in order that she make final plans for her glasses. The pair she had chosen initially had not ended up being to her liking. So, she was returning them and she had pretty much chosen the pair she was probably going to get (they had allowed her to take several frames for a few days, which she had gotten sample opinions about from friends like myself and co-workers). For my chauffer service, she would offer a fancy lunch and her splendid company. Sounded good to me, but a shower was called for, and allowed, therefore performed.
The task was not so quick as one would suspect. Once in the glasses selection area, she needed to check many more pairs, and again. As well, I requested that she try several pairs. In the end, she stuck to her guns. Of course, her sunglasses were a difficulty. Apparently they had not been correct the first time, and she set some things in motion so that they would be correct this time. She does things in an odd fashion, however. She is very indirect, though insistent. In any case, I think she was set well and will be satisfied with her glasses.
Then, to lunch. The name of the place is a capitalized “twelve”, but in Italian. Deditches perhaps, at least phonetically. We both sampled the soups offered, and both chose the hand made tomato soup, though we chose different sandwiches. They had her fancy coffee, and one of my favored sparkling waters (of Italian origin, of course). However, there was a type I had not tried before, so I grabbed it (turned out to not be sparkling water, however, and to my regret). Still, it was a very pleasant lunch. A trip to a candle store seemed in order, and I found several candles I could use. She found a few items she had been looking for as well. We stopped at several boutiques on the way home. We both picked up a few more items, but in sum, we mostly browsed and talked. It ended up being a pleasant day.
I returned a bit late to be ready for church. As well, I am still a bit stiff from bowling. Falling to my knee and on my right knee actually was not and is not a problem. Certain muscles seemingly only used in bowling, however, are a bit cranky. Odd and interesting. Still, I mean to go bowling again, this coming week. Perhaps I will go Monday or Tuesday so as to be in a better shape come next Saturday.
I have heard a bit back from my friend in Nevada, a bit from a lady I have asked to travel with me this summer, and am planning to contact some other folks beginning Monday. The road trip is looking stronger, and more realistic. I did not doubt it, it is just a new thing, and cannot be seen as probable until contacts are made, finances are examined, travel arrangements come into their own, and other subjects begin to be tended or receive their due attention.
Life is moving right along. Oh, I am about ready to put ribs to broast. Broast? A wet roasting (raised on a rack, with some water in the basin of the roaster). Supper will be yummy tonight.
It was slightly before 10:00, and I was certainly not very awake. I can bound to action without having a clue as to the cause and run on automatic until I find my pace though. So, that is what I did as I dressed, then checked my appearances in the mirror, then finally advanced to explore the causation of this early (well, awakening if not truly early) visit.
She, it seems, wished for transportation to her eye clinic in order that she make final plans for her glasses. The pair she had chosen initially had not ended up being to her liking. So, she was returning them and she had pretty much chosen the pair she was probably going to get (they had allowed her to take several frames for a few days, which she had gotten sample opinions about from friends like myself and co-workers). For my chauffer service, she would offer a fancy lunch and her splendid company. Sounded good to me, but a shower was called for, and allowed, therefore performed.
The task was not so quick as one would suspect. Once in the glasses selection area, she needed to check many more pairs, and again. As well, I requested that she try several pairs. In the end, she stuck to her guns. Of course, her sunglasses were a difficulty. Apparently they had not been correct the first time, and she set some things in motion so that they would be correct this time. She does things in an odd fashion, however. She is very indirect, though insistent. In any case, I think she was set well and will be satisfied with her glasses.
Then, to lunch. The name of the place is a capitalized “twelve”, but in Italian. Deditches perhaps, at least phonetically. We both sampled the soups offered, and both chose the hand made tomato soup, though we chose different sandwiches. They had her fancy coffee, and one of my favored sparkling waters (of Italian origin, of course). However, there was a type I had not tried before, so I grabbed it (turned out to not be sparkling water, however, and to my regret). Still, it was a very pleasant lunch. A trip to a candle store seemed in order, and I found several candles I could use. She found a few items she had been looking for as well. We stopped at several boutiques on the way home. We both picked up a few more items, but in sum, we mostly browsed and talked. It ended up being a pleasant day.
I returned a bit late to be ready for church. As well, I am still a bit stiff from bowling. Falling to my knee and on my right knee actually was not and is not a problem. Certain muscles seemingly only used in bowling, however, are a bit cranky. Odd and interesting. Still, I mean to go bowling again, this coming week. Perhaps I will go Monday or Tuesday so as to be in a better shape come next Saturday.
I have heard a bit back from my friend in Nevada, a bit from a lady I have asked to travel with me this summer, and am planning to contact some other folks beginning Monday. The road trip is looking stronger, and more realistic. I did not doubt it, it is just a new thing, and cannot be seen as probable until contacts are made, finances are examined, travel arrangements come into their own, and other subjects begin to be tended or receive their due attention.
Life is moving right along. Oh, I am about ready to put ribs to broast. Broast? A wet roasting (raised on a rack, with some water in the basin of the roaster). Supper will be yummy tonight.
Friday, May 2, 2008
I had a little fun today.
My nurse visited today. She seemed pleased with my performance regarding medicine. Obviously, I was not perfect. It was far better than I was doing on my own, and simple as it seems, it means with a little help I can do better. As well, the place looked a lot better. And, I had prepared for her visit a bit last evening by setting up our visit area and bringing my medications and pill boxes to the area for quicker and easier use. I explained how the house cleaning had gone, and discussed my hope for the early summer travel and activity. People like to hear hope, especially if it that hope has some basis in reality, with planning, and a reasonable amount of work already having gone toward a successful outcome. I must admit, I was not sure what time she was to be here today, so I got up as early as I could and stayed up until she came, at around 9:30.
I had hoped to take some courses this summer, but I have not heard from V.A. Voc. Rehab. And, yeah, I am waiting for that. My doctor indicated he had an actual conversation with the administrator, and they had agreed to let me try again. I will, in the next few weeks, get in touch with that administrator. I am not sure I trust him, I think he would rather I not continue. I might have to push, but now that I have a definitive limit, I understand the game better. But I am not going to let him set me aside in spite of having agreed to go ahead with this plan.
I wrote an email to a friend I would like to visit on my way to the white-water trip this summer. Everything is tentative, as I told him, yet I am going to try and talk to as many people as I can as soon as I can, and try to see who will be where, doing what, in time to make some kind of plan. I am also needing to contact the Xterra group and my foster mother. I am hoping to ride with the group. And, I have not seen my foster mother in many years. If she is going to be there, I might spend a few days between the weekends, and or a few days on my way out of the state. Beyond that, I am considering whether I should visit my birth mother or not on the way home. Yeah, I have a lot of moms. The upside to visiting my foster mother on the way, then visit my birth mother as well, is the line of travel that would take would allow me to visit my adopting mother as well, which would save me a bit on housing, break up the return trip, and of course, it never hurts to see mom. All of them, regardless if they are dingy broads too.
After the nurse visit, a nap, a few chores, and some chow, I decided to go bowling. It has been twenty years. My first game was a 64, the next was 112 or 118, something like that. I actually fell down once, the first round, relearning how to throw the darn thing. I ended up making a few strikes and a few more spares, but I would not call it great. I had been up to 240 when I was 12. I would guess that is the best I will ever have been at bowling. Still, it is fun. I might have to go once in a while, invite a friend or two, and just enjoy it as I may. I was amazed I was able to just throw that bowling ball down the lane. I would guess, I probably need to slow it down. And, I was actually starting to see some control aspects. It costs $1.50 for shoe rental and $3.00 per game. Scoring is all automated there, but not perfect I learned. It was easy to correct the mistake though.
I am going to try and do something out of the house 4 days a week, other than shopping (grocery usually), appointments, or other necessary functions. Going to the show, bowling, fishing, and shooting top the list. As well, now that the weight room is cleared, I need to begin doing a bit. I am not sure about how to go about generating a practical weight regimen (cast iron Olympic weight system, with about 1300 pounds, three barbells, two dumbbells, and an angled short press bar). I suspect if I do light loads, I can probably do a bit each day, but what? Maybe 10 bench presses, dumbbell presses, butterflies, etc… I am just not sure what to do. It has been too long since I messed with this.
So, that is the day. I will also try to get back to my Saturday church and begin having Sundays being a stay home, do little, perhaps read the bible and such day. Well, I am getting back in the saddle, and on my way, at least as well as I can.
I had hoped to take some courses this summer, but I have not heard from V.A. Voc. Rehab. And, yeah, I am waiting for that. My doctor indicated he had an actual conversation with the administrator, and they had agreed to let me try again. I will, in the next few weeks, get in touch with that administrator. I am not sure I trust him, I think he would rather I not continue. I might have to push, but now that I have a definitive limit, I understand the game better. But I am not going to let him set me aside in spite of having agreed to go ahead with this plan.
I wrote an email to a friend I would like to visit on my way to the white-water trip this summer. Everything is tentative, as I told him, yet I am going to try and talk to as many people as I can as soon as I can, and try to see who will be where, doing what, in time to make some kind of plan. I am also needing to contact the Xterra group and my foster mother. I am hoping to ride with the group. And, I have not seen my foster mother in many years. If she is going to be there, I might spend a few days between the weekends, and or a few days on my way out of the state. Beyond that, I am considering whether I should visit my birth mother or not on the way home. Yeah, I have a lot of moms. The upside to visiting my foster mother on the way, then visit my birth mother as well, is the line of travel that would take would allow me to visit my adopting mother as well, which would save me a bit on housing, break up the return trip, and of course, it never hurts to see mom. All of them, regardless if they are dingy broads too.
After the nurse visit, a nap, a few chores, and some chow, I decided to go bowling. It has been twenty years. My first game was a 64, the next was 112 or 118, something like that. I actually fell down once, the first round, relearning how to throw the darn thing. I ended up making a few strikes and a few more spares, but I would not call it great. I had been up to 240 when I was 12. I would guess that is the best I will ever have been at bowling. Still, it is fun. I might have to go once in a while, invite a friend or two, and just enjoy it as I may. I was amazed I was able to just throw that bowling ball down the lane. I would guess, I probably need to slow it down. And, I was actually starting to see some control aspects. It costs $1.50 for shoe rental and $3.00 per game. Scoring is all automated there, but not perfect I learned. It was easy to correct the mistake though.
I am going to try and do something out of the house 4 days a week, other than shopping (grocery usually), appointments, or other necessary functions. Going to the show, bowling, fishing, and shooting top the list. As well, now that the weight room is cleared, I need to begin doing a bit. I am not sure about how to go about generating a practical weight regimen (cast iron Olympic weight system, with about 1300 pounds, three barbells, two dumbbells, and an angled short press bar). I suspect if I do light loads, I can probably do a bit each day, but what? Maybe 10 bench presses, dumbbell presses, butterflies, etc… I am just not sure what to do. It has been too long since I messed with this.
So, that is the day. I will also try to get back to my Saturday church and begin having Sundays being a stay home, do little, perhaps read the bible and such day. Well, I am getting back in the saddle, and on my way, at least as well as I can.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wow, ok.
I was lumbering about the internet, still in my unders, and just barely awake when I hear a knock on my door. Hmm, well, I could hide like I had been doing. No, I decide, that was not getting me where I wanted to be. I could take a look from my sneaky place and then make a better decision. Well, actually, if I look, I will usually answer the door. It is just the way of things. Once my curiosity is piqued enough for me to peek, my energy will peak so that I will answer to the good, bad, or neutral door and face the knocker(s) (mailman delivering a certain medicine which must be signed for to obtain if you can’t think of a neutral knocker)(oh, and I prefer answering to a singular yet plural knocker(s)). Well, it was the lady sent to do some cleaning! Plural, but uhm, there are exceptions.
Ok, well, I knew I wanted her here, and I knew this is a very good knocker(s). I doubted if she would appreciate my near nude appearance at the door (leaving the disheveled hair out the equation totally and to boot). So, I yelled that I was on my way, but that it would be a moment. I heard something unintelligible from the direction of the door, and taking it that I had been heard if also not understood, thus at least buying me a few moments, I scurried to the bedroom and dressed quickly. Forgetting to even smooth over my fop, I hurried to the door and ushered in the lady at the door. Well, that was the intent. She held out her hand, in order that I take it and we shake hands in greeting, while pronouncing my first name in order to ensure she was at the correct place. I nodded, we shook, and she offered me her name.
As I had said, I had cleaned just a bit already. And, I had looked over the place and decided where I wanted to clean next. This time, I was ready. She asked and I showed her the place and what I had hopes of finishing. This time, I pitched right in. With her help (I use that lightly, as she did more of the work), we were able to get the cardboard boxes and other materials out of the weight room/piano room. So, I might be able to get working a bit on those. It might take a little more work, I will have to review it shortly. Then, “we” cleaned the kitchen out a bit (mostly misplaced paperwork on the table and some sweeping to do). We did several odds and ends and had a great conversation in the interim. I think it was almost house chore aerobics. She actually enjoyed the work, and thanked me. Not bad, and the place is just getting better and better.
Oh, she noticed my bastard sword. She was curious about it, and whether I just collected. I indicated that I could swing the steel half well, and would show her (with the scabbard on so that she could remain comfortable). She suggested I do show her, handed me the sword, but indicated there would be no need to keep it sheathed. Handing it to me, she bared the steel a bit to look at the blade. I think she was surprised it had live steel, with a bite to it. Anyway, I gave her a brief show, and I think she enjoyed the event. No, no, as she noted and I understand, she is older and this was not flirtation. But, it was fun to have some company, get some help in cleaning, and be able to show off a skill. How many people have and can use a real bastard sword these days? The thing is almost as tall as she is. Ha.
Well, I should do a thing or two more, take a shower, then get to the store. I am out of splenda soda, milk, butter, and a few other essentials. I need a sandwich first, and I am getting a bit tired, so, who knows if the store will see my face today. Hmm, better call about the waterproof car mats though. Dang, almost forgot that.
Ok, well, I knew I wanted her here, and I knew this is a very good knocker(s). I doubted if she would appreciate my near nude appearance at the door (leaving the disheveled hair out the equation totally and to boot). So, I yelled that I was on my way, but that it would be a moment. I heard something unintelligible from the direction of the door, and taking it that I had been heard if also not understood, thus at least buying me a few moments, I scurried to the bedroom and dressed quickly. Forgetting to even smooth over my fop, I hurried to the door and ushered in the lady at the door. Well, that was the intent. She held out her hand, in order that I take it and we shake hands in greeting, while pronouncing my first name in order to ensure she was at the correct place. I nodded, we shook, and she offered me her name.
As I had said, I had cleaned just a bit already. And, I had looked over the place and decided where I wanted to clean next. This time, I was ready. She asked and I showed her the place and what I had hopes of finishing. This time, I pitched right in. With her help (I use that lightly, as she did more of the work), we were able to get the cardboard boxes and other materials out of the weight room/piano room. So, I might be able to get working a bit on those. It might take a little more work, I will have to review it shortly. Then, “we” cleaned the kitchen out a bit (mostly misplaced paperwork on the table and some sweeping to do). We did several odds and ends and had a great conversation in the interim. I think it was almost house chore aerobics. She actually enjoyed the work, and thanked me. Not bad, and the place is just getting better and better.
Oh, she noticed my bastard sword. She was curious about it, and whether I just collected. I indicated that I could swing the steel half well, and would show her (with the scabbard on so that she could remain comfortable). She suggested I do show her, handed me the sword, but indicated there would be no need to keep it sheathed. Handing it to me, she bared the steel a bit to look at the blade. I think she was surprised it had live steel, with a bite to it. Anyway, I gave her a brief show, and I think she enjoyed the event. No, no, as she noted and I understand, she is older and this was not flirtation. But, it was fun to have some company, get some help in cleaning, and be able to show off a skill. How many people have and can use a real bastard sword these days? The thing is almost as tall as she is. Ha.
Well, I should do a thing or two more, take a shower, then get to the store. I am out of splenda soda, milk, butter, and a few other essentials. I need a sandwich first, and I am getting a bit tired, so, who knows if the store will see my face today. Hmm, better call about the waterproof car mats though. Dang, almost forgot that.
It is good to be home, mostly.
I was too tired to really appreciate being home yesterday. Still, I moved around and sorted things a bit, back in my own fishbowl. I left the laundry near the front door near the washer and dryer (all clothes which were taken since my mother smokes), I did get everything in from the car (save the fishing rods and tackle box, which will be staying out in the garage), I made a couple of sandwiches through the evening, beef and cheese first, then a peanut butter and low sugar strawberry preserve sandwich as the hours became larger numbered. And, I checked email, posted on my blog, visited a few blogs leaving comments where I seemed destined to drop a line, then, slowly, I retreated from exhaustion first into my chair, moving less and less. Then into my mind, thinking about fewer certainties, possibilities, and hopes. Finally, I retreated to my great solace, sleeping before I really knew that I had had to retreat that far. What a pleasant sleep it was.
I went to bed around 1:30-ish. The numbers just were not sticking in my mind by that time, but I am almost certain it was past 1:15 but not yet 1:45. I had, earlier, set my alarms for 7:30 and 8:15 or so, hoping I would begin to regulate my days again right off the bat here at home. Such was not the case, I did not arise until a bit past 11:00. My mother seems to prefer mornings to herself, and I do not have an alarm clock there (nor would I take one and interrupt her schedule or sleep). So, my days ran a more natural course there, one in which I rise in the late morning and then rest again later in the night or early in the morning. This would be fine, should I surrender to permanent retirement. I just have not, after twenty years, quite given up. Odd, really. I think most would have curled up and found some bottle, painkiller, or something to fill their time until death in some great satisfaction at having cheated their way to oblivion. I suppose dragons just cannot do that. And, I suppose, I am a dragon, if an ill one.
What to do! I have many plans, some will be successful, some will be partially completed, and others will go nowhere. It is the way, both a blessing and a curse, that detailed certainty above. Every goal done would leave no time for live, yet every attempt ending in failure would be disastrous for one’s will and hope, and only partial failure and success would leave life dull and uncertain, weak and unfulfilling. A splendid success (my calculus III course), a devastating failure (my last course), and the middling continuation of my academic aspirations all lend to a more balanced enjoyment of life. Fubar! I want it all. I do not concede in kindness, modesty, or civility, only in truth. I wish to win every time, every way, and handily. Just in case you wondered.
Well, I have cleaned the place just a bit today. I will clean a bit more, later. I am hoping that by the time the cleaning lady returns, her chores will look more practical and doable. Perhaps she will see some hope and this will drive her to do more. After seeing the worst, watching improvement, seeing a segment that she can do, and have it pull others into the work sharing, life must feel good. I hope that those who work with me, doctor, nurse, or house cleaner, walk away saying, “You know, I think I improved his lot enough that he grew to help me help him”. If that is all one has, at times, it can be enough.
It has been so long since I wrote. I feel the need to write again. I am trying to stay just a bit ahead of any lethargy that might exist as I return home. Oh, I really need to begin planning for my visit to the western states. I need to contact the X-terra group, contact the white-water yahoos, and make sure my friend will be in town when I head out to Las Vegas. Oh, I had best contact my doctor as well, and let the crew there know the score. Perhaps they will decide to jump-start a new regimen in order to reduce the blood sugars and increase energy levels just a tad bit. I do think they are trusting me more and more, especially as I attend to their wishes, abide their regimens better (as I can), and continue to work with them. The reverse is true, I suppose I have some belief in the medical field again. They earned it, I think I have, but it is an on-going reevaluation, as it should be? Yes, I think so.
Hey, lovely ladies and kind gents! Have a good day. I hope you prep something fun for the weekend and still find a way to successfully fill the rest of your week. Remember, work is NOT work, it is what you do that makes you valuable to someone (many someones), even if he, she, they, and especially you do not always realize it. As for me… I am work. :p
I went to bed around 1:30-ish. The numbers just were not sticking in my mind by that time, but I am almost certain it was past 1:15 but not yet 1:45. I had, earlier, set my alarms for 7:30 and 8:15 or so, hoping I would begin to regulate my days again right off the bat here at home. Such was not the case, I did not arise until a bit past 11:00. My mother seems to prefer mornings to herself, and I do not have an alarm clock there (nor would I take one and interrupt her schedule or sleep). So, my days ran a more natural course there, one in which I rise in the late morning and then rest again later in the night or early in the morning. This would be fine, should I surrender to permanent retirement. I just have not, after twenty years, quite given up. Odd, really. I think most would have curled up and found some bottle, painkiller, or something to fill their time until death in some great satisfaction at having cheated their way to oblivion. I suppose dragons just cannot do that. And, I suppose, I am a dragon, if an ill one.
What to do! I have many plans, some will be successful, some will be partially completed, and others will go nowhere. It is the way, both a blessing and a curse, that detailed certainty above. Every goal done would leave no time for live, yet every attempt ending in failure would be disastrous for one’s will and hope, and only partial failure and success would leave life dull and uncertain, weak and unfulfilling. A splendid success (my calculus III course), a devastating failure (my last course), and the middling continuation of my academic aspirations all lend to a more balanced enjoyment of life. Fubar! I want it all. I do not concede in kindness, modesty, or civility, only in truth. I wish to win every time, every way, and handily. Just in case you wondered.
Well, I have cleaned the place just a bit today. I will clean a bit more, later. I am hoping that by the time the cleaning lady returns, her chores will look more practical and doable. Perhaps she will see some hope and this will drive her to do more. After seeing the worst, watching improvement, seeing a segment that she can do, and have it pull others into the work sharing, life must feel good. I hope that those who work with me, doctor, nurse, or house cleaner, walk away saying, “You know, I think I improved his lot enough that he grew to help me help him”. If that is all one has, at times, it can be enough.
It has been so long since I wrote. I feel the need to write again. I am trying to stay just a bit ahead of any lethargy that might exist as I return home. Oh, I really need to begin planning for my visit to the western states. I need to contact the X-terra group, contact the white-water yahoos, and make sure my friend will be in town when I head out to Las Vegas. Oh, I had best contact my doctor as well, and let the crew there know the score. Perhaps they will decide to jump-start a new regimen in order to reduce the blood sugars and increase energy levels just a tad bit. I do think they are trusting me more and more, especially as I attend to their wishes, abide their regimens better (as I can), and continue to work with them. The reverse is true, I suppose I have some belief in the medical field again. They earned it, I think I have, but it is an on-going reevaluation, as it should be? Yes, I think so.
Hey, lovely ladies and kind gents! Have a good day. I hope you prep something fun for the weekend and still find a way to successfully fill the rest of your week. Remember, work is NOT work, it is what you do that makes you valuable to someone (many someones), even if he, she, they, and especially you do not always realize it. As for me… I am work. :p
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
A good visit, a day late. (tobacco free since January 7th)
Hello!
I am sure you are as surprised as I am. Perhaps I should explain. You are surprised because, after popping in from time to time, you finally view a new article. As for myself, I am always surprised, in some strange way, when today is truly different from yesterday. Merely by writing this that is so. I think. It depends on how you view fundamental reality, free will, and all that jazz. Setting that all aside and just assuming now is unique and hitherto unidentified, then this is a different thing on a new day. I.. I think.
As I said, the visit was a good one. Though we did not do everything I had hoped, we were able to get some things done, we did survive each other, and we had some fun along the way. A few odds and ends were completed which had not been contemplated previously as well. We each had a few grumpy moments, no problems there as we are both getting older and therefore more deserving of our grumpiness. I did little cooking, though I think my Mom prefers her kitchen to herself. It is the place she feels she is the queen and from which she may still hold some command. So be it. As I said, it was a good visit.
I returned today, obviously or not. I had thought to return today, the 28th, so that I would be ready for my nurse today on the 29th. She called this morning and asked if I was ready for a visit. I said sure, tomorrow morning. She suggested I consult a calendar. Ok, so women can be right from time to time. That is where the “day late” fits in. I think I had planned well, set things up (things to do) by the calendar, then as that last thing I needed to do slipped a day, I skipped my calendar and missed my return date. I needed to get my Mother’s computer set up Monday, but it was not ready. So, without realizing it, I missed the return date. I still would have needed to stay, however, I would have been able to call and reschedule rather than have the embarrassment of being called and needing to apologetically reschedule. At least she had not stopped already, she merely called ahead (apparently having heard of my “delicate nature”).
That has been rescheduled to Friday. I will also need to schedule another cleaning visit. I am hoping to get this place tip-topped within the next month. With a little help, that is actually possible. I also need to pick up my rain mats at the dealership (they forced the cleaning crew to buy another set, and rightly). Of course, I will also need to do some grocery shopping. An army crawls on it’s stomach, and so do I. I should also visit my neighbor and see if he has some time to go fishing or shooting. Though it is remaining a chilly spring, I still want to get out and go. Chilly is not the same as snow bound. Now that I am not snow bound, I do not wish to be stuck inside. Might have to go alone if I cannot get anyone to tag along or take the lead.
I am pretty tired. I am not sure why I am so tired tonight, even with the drive. The drive was pleasant, brisk enough to theoretically keep me awake (though I kept nearly nodding off). It might just be the right kind of day for sleep and my body is pulling that way. Though, too, I think I am on too little Ritalin. Since my doctor asked me to take it at least a week (and though I had), I decided to not increase it until I returned home. Well, after two weeks of taking my medicine fairly well (missed the first 2-3 days, then hit every med time after that), I am pretty sure I am on too little. So, I will let him know. Oh, my blood pressure is coming down again though, into right numbers. However, the blood sugar just will not budge (and yes, I ate correctly).
There you have it. A few notions, some facts, a curiosity and question or two, and of course, notification with my vocabularistic bona fides to stamp the thing original in my nature of writing. (if not necessarily proofed time wise (Obomba Hussein dissing his communist racist minister, the one who has guided his religious thought for 20 years and made obvious by his cutthroat approach to all including his minister... muslim to the last!) Hmmm, that might do it.)
Have a good day or night.
I am sure you are as surprised as I am. Perhaps I should explain. You are surprised because, after popping in from time to time, you finally view a new article. As for myself, I am always surprised, in some strange way, when today is truly different from yesterday. Merely by writing this that is so. I think. It depends on how you view fundamental reality, free will, and all that jazz. Setting that all aside and just assuming now is unique and hitherto unidentified, then this is a different thing on a new day. I.. I think.
As I said, the visit was a good one. Though we did not do everything I had hoped, we were able to get some things done, we did survive each other, and we had some fun along the way. A few odds and ends were completed which had not been contemplated previously as well. We each had a few grumpy moments, no problems there as we are both getting older and therefore more deserving of our grumpiness. I did little cooking, though I think my Mom prefers her kitchen to herself. It is the place she feels she is the queen and from which she may still hold some command. So be it. As I said, it was a good visit.
I returned today, obviously or not. I had thought to return today, the 28th, so that I would be ready for my nurse today on the 29th. She called this morning and asked if I was ready for a visit. I said sure, tomorrow morning. She suggested I consult a calendar. Ok, so women can be right from time to time. That is where the “day late” fits in. I think I had planned well, set things up (things to do) by the calendar, then as that last thing I needed to do slipped a day, I skipped my calendar and missed my return date. I needed to get my Mother’s computer set up Monday, but it was not ready. So, without realizing it, I missed the return date. I still would have needed to stay, however, I would have been able to call and reschedule rather than have the embarrassment of being called and needing to apologetically reschedule. At least she had not stopped already, she merely called ahead (apparently having heard of my “delicate nature”).
That has been rescheduled to Friday. I will also need to schedule another cleaning visit. I am hoping to get this place tip-topped within the next month. With a little help, that is actually possible. I also need to pick up my rain mats at the dealership (they forced the cleaning crew to buy another set, and rightly). Of course, I will also need to do some grocery shopping. An army crawls on it’s stomach, and so do I. I should also visit my neighbor and see if he has some time to go fishing or shooting. Though it is remaining a chilly spring, I still want to get out and go. Chilly is not the same as snow bound. Now that I am not snow bound, I do not wish to be stuck inside. Might have to go alone if I cannot get anyone to tag along or take the lead.
I am pretty tired. I am not sure why I am so tired tonight, even with the drive. The drive was pleasant, brisk enough to theoretically keep me awake (though I kept nearly nodding off). It might just be the right kind of day for sleep and my body is pulling that way. Though, too, I think I am on too little Ritalin. Since my doctor asked me to take it at least a week (and though I had), I decided to not increase it until I returned home. Well, after two weeks of taking my medicine fairly well (missed the first 2-3 days, then hit every med time after that), I am pretty sure I am on too little. So, I will let him know. Oh, my blood pressure is coming down again though, into right numbers. However, the blood sugar just will not budge (and yes, I ate correctly).
There you have it. A few notions, some facts, a curiosity and question or two, and of course, notification with my vocabularistic bona fides to stamp the thing original in my nature of writing. (if not necessarily proofed time wise (Obomba Hussein dissing his communist racist minister, the one who has guided his religious thought for 20 years and made obvious by his cutthroat approach to all including his minister... muslim to the last!) Hmmm, that might do it.)
Have a good day or night.
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