.
Up, definitely. Just not sure of the condition I am in. I woke
just a bit after 21:00. Got up, and dressed, fairly slowly. Not
sure what to expect from today. On downstairs. Had to pee, the pee
jug was full, if also, I don't use those in the "mornings". Preferring
to get up and go down, to preserve any extra room for another night, unless it
is close to half. Then it might go either way, because it will have to
be dumped anyway. Some nights that isn't enough, and currently to the
morning, I only had one jug up there. I have to clean the others.
Bleh. Yes, they are on my list.
So, to the bathroom. But first I opened the back area, so Sassy could
get to dry food. I wasn't up to feeding her quite yet. Then the
duty. Some other things? I didn't get new dishes put in. Nor
did I hand dry the cutting boards or cookie sheets. But, I did empty the
rinse, and set them up on edges, to dry. I didn't check them, though I
am sure they are dry.
I will get those, first thing, and set up the last of the dishes and
pans. Else tonight? Working on sorting, mostly. And that
last load of dishes. More sorting of the counters, in prep to cleaning
them off. And, then, maybe, actually getting those cleaned... and the
stovetop while at it. Plus, maybe some sorting and cleaning in the
bathroom? Maybe. Not... a lot. Not heavy. I am a bit
worn. I'll keep doing things though.
I still feel frustrated. I am not getting things done immediately, or as
quickly as I would like. And yet, I am doing something every day.
Sometimes not much, sometimes more. After taking care of the top layers,
though, now I have to deal with the things further in, down. Sorting...
my near achilles' heel with regards to home upkeep... is much of what remains.
On the good side, I have successfully been doing that recently. Not...
as fast as I would like, for as easy of work as it would seem. And, yet,
I did actually complete the upstairs. Some of it was just shifting
things, here to there. But just as much, or more, was actually sorting,
tossing, and storing in new places... or even back to where they first were,
but by choice. As well, I have been having smaller and larger sessions
in the living room. Tossing, attempting to sort, and preparing for
storage when I can sort more certainly... with more items available in
particular categories.
I have been, to my world, doing little miracles of work. Little ones, so
far. But... ongoing. And tonight I will be attempting to dig a lot
deeper into that area of upkeep. Most of this week will be that sort of
work. With intermittent cleaning, when I clear an area. I have
until August 1st. Ugh... But I am definitely getting there.
It is still 78 out there, at 38% humidity. It is 82/83 in here at 42%
humidity (probably the swamp cooler, even with the water pump off, increases
humidity), 78 in the back areas, 77/75 upstairs. I won't open up yet, as
it feels sticky and hotter out there. Regardless of the meters.
I'll give it an hour.
When I can get going, I'll first put up the dried dishes, reset the last
batch. Get recycling together and out. Trash is all out.
And, get those to the curb yet tonight, probably right as I am taking them
out. Check laundry, pull it actually. Check the pillows out on the
line. Take a break. And, then, begin in on the living room.
Odd that I haven't played a game in... a very long time. They were
trying to kill gaming, I guess they have done it. Now it's only for rich
woke kids, as foolish as that sounds, it's the way of it. The original
players aren't welcome, and we know it. Though, in the end, that's...
not a bad thing. *wink* Really, really.
Oh, a bit sore. I have been sore, shoulders, sometimes hips... of
joints. Only the arms are still bothering me. Slightly less but a
daily, constant, thing. As well, my muscles are always tired, now.
biceps, triceps, gluts, you name it. Most of my major muscle groups are
pulling up stiff and tight, whining from time to time. I... think that
is a good thing. It means things are being used often enough to actually
slightly tear. I would do more, if I could. Doing just as damned
much of that as possible. Maybe, through time, I will be able to do even
more? I'll keep trying.
If it cools enough, tonight, I may take a small hike. Just around my lot
a time or ten. Using trekking poles, with the right shoes for a hike
on. I had been doing steps, but I tuckered out, dropped out, and then
work took over wearing me out. I am not quite up to doing stairs yet,
but I would like to do a bit of walking... start that. As well, maybe
easy pushups, at the knees. I can do full pushups, but they wear me too
much. And with my shoulders already sore, too, I just don't want to push
it. And, finally, I am going to see about getting some hundred pound
weights configured, over a bar, so I can begin doing setups. the goal is
to either do one to four laps... whatever I can... ever other day. And
do the setups and pushups on the odd day off. Three sets of 10?
Well, that's the goal. Actually... let us make it two sets of seven to
start? Paring or adding as seems right. Yea. Well... that's
the story.
Look. If I try something, and fail? It doesn't mean I quit.
I may simply have been in over my head. Four groups of ten sets of
stairs, at a sprint, was simply too much. I lasted a few days, maybe a
week. Then became afraid of the stairs for a while. Too much, too
much, for starting. I have been thinking of other things, and finally
came up with these options. Perhaps they will be too much. Maybe
my heart simply won't allow pushing, continuously, through time. That
has been my problem. But am on new medicine, which seems to be
helping? Although, it comes with sets of limitations as well, not too
dissimilar to a bad hearth, actually. Still, I am going to try.
Oh yea. I may have long stoppages, falling down completely and wholly,
from time to time. And, sometimes, for very long times. But I have
never quit. Suicide wasn't even quitting, it was facing reality.
They were lying to me, I was suffering beyond my ken, and there were no
solutions being offered. The solutions offered were trash. We all
knew it, in our various ways.
From 1987 until now, I have been struggling with this overwhelmingly
devastating health issue, pretty much on my own. The world, not even
family, are kind. Not to the ill. They expect you to buck
up. Or simply don't care, as long as they don't have to deal with it,
and they won't. Helping is too much, more so for people also, generally,
drowning in the world.
Faith has helped. Odd how strongly I struggled against that. Even
with a... seeming... personal call. More so for it? Well... still
here, still suffering, still trying, and more successfully than before, by
far... I think. Later.