Monday, July 31, 2017

Bon appetit






I felt a bit groggy this morning as I got up. I stayed up again too late messing around with Lori texting. If I knew how to sleep in better I certainly would have done it this morning. Chasing around my tablet last night I noticed an entry in the calendar for today. I had a DRAC planning meeting. This is a meeting I'd just as soon not go to cuz I think they are so poorly put together but as I said in a blog entry not long ago this is an organization that is growing and should be supported in that effort. So I figure why not? If nothing else that will give me a good reason to get out the door and a feeling that I've achieved something this day. As I was driving up to the parking lot to go out the back gate to the sidewalk I noticed Jim's lights to his new vehicle was on at the same time I noticed that my bus was just coming into the bus stop and there was no way I was going to make it. I certainly had the time now so I flipped around headed back to the apartments and told Jim about his vehicle .


Done my good deed for the day return to the bus stop made my trip into the train station where I jumped on Route 200 which then would drop me off close to County Housing Authority where DRAC  meeting is to be held. I was about a half hour early the meeting was to be at 1:05 p.m. so I figured hey maybe I'll get lucky and dick will have brought lunch like he always does. Lunch is off couple of 2 ft 3 ft long deli sandwiches which are then cut up into sections for the participants. He also drags in 3 pretty big bags of chips which I enjoy more than anything else. I don't Bank on him bringing lunch but he often does and I've learned that from the meetings called for a weird time like 1:05 p.m. that means lunch is served earlier then the meeting starts. I got down to the basement there was no one there. That's cool I thought who needs lunch? But the very second I thought that my stomach was hit the pangs of hunger and I hoped that I was just early and dick wood show up with the goods. It did not happen. No one showed up I waited for 15 minutes after one and I called it a no-show and left.


I still want to lunch now and I wasn't sure where to go. I kind of wanted Mexican but I wanted something good something better than normal something unusual. Around the corner from the Housing Authority there's a place called The Bad Ass Coffee Company. They serve Hawaiian coffee. I used to have coffee in this building every morning before I went to work when I was employed at the Independent Living Center. Now connected to this coffee shop is a smaller shop sandwich between the badass and the huge Mexican restaurant. This little space is been a number of different organizations or operations now it was a middle eastern restaurant. Indian and Pakistani food. I have avoided this kind of stuff for the longest time. Diane kind of likes this food I think the spice is scared me. But today I was willing to give it a shot especially because I live across the street from an Indian and Pakistani food store and there might even be a restaurant there I have never really checked. The place was deserted except for a business lunch of 3 people. They were about ready to leave. There was just one employee that I could see who welcomed me I think he was also the owner. He sat me down and handed me a plastic coated lunch menu with pictures. Long story short I had the beef kebab, made out of ground beef but it was good enough. Had a little pile of rice with some sort of gravy on it and a piece of flatbread. The mail was pretty darn good almost great. The threesome left shortly after I sat down and for the rest of it meal I was the only one there except for the proprietor and a television set with some Indian soap opera droning on and on and on.


Today was a good day I was surprised even though I missed my meeting I ended up having a cultural experience and a good meal. But I left the proprietor asked me that I tell everybody I know about his little restaurant. I asked him how business was and he said it was okay you said you'd been there for years as if that was an indication of how well he was doing. I guess it was a way of saying I'm still here. I'm going to post the card for the operation if any of you get an Inkling for Indian / Pakistani food stop in here and give it a shot. Bon appetit.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

End Of The Month Report or The times They Are A Changun


I'm doing Sunday things. Those things that need to be done before the beginning of the week. In my case laundry and specifically shorts. I have LONG pants patiently waiting for winter because I plan to wear my shorts as long as I can. I will probably break down and start wearing my slacks again in the fall, late fall and the dark clouds roll in with rain, sleet in the first flakes of winter. I hope that is the way my summer fades in the fall than to winter. However, anymore is difficult to say how the seasons well develop. I'm sensing global warming will be changed everything that I know as far as weather goes.

The weather continues to be hot and fairly dry. I still maintain the back of summer has been broken. The temperature the last couple days averaged in the 90s but the heat is different now following summer's broken back. The day now gets hot but then the heat goes away. I noticed the yesterday while working out on my arm bike. As I pumped I did not get the same kind of sweat that I did for the last two hot spells.The nights are not cold now But now I have noticed that I need to cover up before morning whereas before The heatwave I would just lay naked all night– –I love that part of summer, the beautiful sweltering in the heat. Now, a chill prowls the room around 3 AM And I am forced to cover up if I want anymore sleep.

I'm hoping for some more clouds, big bi Cumulus Some cotton which float lazily over the eastern mountains and finally organize into evening storms. Morning sunshine afternoon and evening lightning and when enhanced with wind and heavy rain all the better. We had Two storms this July. The weather guys referred to the storms as 200 Storms. Meaning I guess that we only got storms of that magnitude every 200 years. I do not know how much I believe that but they were grand storms all the same. I sure do not hope for flooding the streets or anywhere else Nor do I want to see drought in the park on the other side of the driveway to my apartments turned to dust. I just want some in the morning rain in the afternoon. Times they are changing.

My tomato plants are now huge. I cannot believe the stem emerging from the ground is on the one plant and I'm sure the stems are just as large on the other three. I just cannot reach to see them. The plants have thrown off blossoms But I see no fruit beginning. One of my neighbors here at the apartments remarked she is not seen any bees this year Which is maybe wonder perhaps the tomatoes have not pollinated. I did see some wasps flying around the plants when the blossoms are out and hopefully these villains of the backyard And picnics have done the job. Time will tell.


Tomorrow begins August, I'm not ready for August, I'm not ready to see the end of summer. Be that as it may summer is coming to an end and I better start getting.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Honey Bunny




I've written about my home health person before her name is honey. I am not enamored with her don't think that I am. However, I understand now how many of my friends who are quadriplegics fall in love with their Home Care personnel. Falling in love with someone who takes care of you so thoroughly would be easy to do. But I have not. All the same honey and I have a close relationship. So close in fact that she is my only attendant and this of course is very poor planning. A couple days ago honey notified me that she had sprained her back or strained her back with one of her clients and that she had been ordered to bed rest for the next couple days. Important to me this information was of course because she's my attendant if she's not going to do me someone else will have to. Honey is part of a home health agency. I was under the impression we had a number of attendant similar to honey. I was wrong

Working with the information about honey gave me about her not coming on Friday. Enough it of proaction I called the main office who assured me they had someone coming and I emphasize that I needed to have somebody who had skills with a sling lift and who would be able to do enemas. That is a big issue for me. In fact that's what made me choose this organization in the first place when the last caregiving operation found out that my people were giving me enemas. Their folks under no circumstances were to engage in such activity. I had no idea. So in trying to find such a person I asked the people I worked with on the phone up front about this unique skill set which is not really to unique.

So last night around 5 the substitute caregiver was to show up. She was about a half hour late which is okay. As always had stripped and was waiting. I find if I do this stripping it cuts off a bit of time during the golden hour so that I can sure that I'll come in under an hour's time. Jackie what's a caregiver's name, Jackie was quite elderly actually but she can still function as a caregiver. It soon became apparent however she had no experience whatsoever with the lift but I felt comfortable enough to talk her through the process. However, as I instructed her to begin the process for the enema I could tell that she was totally ill at ease. Jackie has no experience whatsoever as a caregiver. She informed me she mostly worked as a housekeeper and sometimes sitting with folks. Once I learned this intelligence I stop the operation and had Jackie call the office. It was not Jackie's fault they knew what I needed I told them what I needed. It was just poor judgement. I contacted the office switchboard told them the problem and that person told me she would come out and do the job but it would be about an hour but I told her don't worry about it I'll wait until tomorrow /today and we would try it again to see if we could get it done right in the meantime honey calls and asks how it went. When I filled her in she was incensed and said that she would come over in the morning and provide the services I needed. I felt bad about her having to come in but she would not have anything else. She told me Angie the person who said that she would come would not be appropriate. Not only was Angie little experience, perhaps a bit more than Jackie but still little experienced and 9 months pregnant.

Her name is here around 8 this morning, the time that I wanted and we did a good job showering and toileting. I'm glad to have honey back I just don't know hell happened the next time. I would like to get at least one other girl with this agency trained for my needs but honey says that probably won't happen. I've got to figure out something does once the caregivers back starts to go the caregiver is soon to follow.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Once Again A Writer Writes!


The question on the floor is: is the person who keeps a blog a writer? Seriously, just because A person posts a blog regularly does this qualify actioon the person, a writer? What if the person posts every day and each one of those posts is on the average 500 words, then does this person qualified as a writer? A writer writes. This mantra has been my guiding light or hope for the past couple of decades. But the sheer face value of my mantra then I would be a writer. I currently have over 2000 blog posts and I can honestly say with a little pride that I finally got back to my stride of posting one 500 word post a day. I want to maintain this level output a couple of months until I can assure myself this is not a fluke. Once, I have this rhythm established then I want to maybe keep posting to my blog at the same time writing to other areas as well.

The reason I am once again trying to justify my existence and reinforce to myself that know what else writer is, is because we're quickly coming up on the next meeting of the “Writers Guild”, that quasi-writing group that meets maybe once a quarter to eat, visit and talk about writing. But a year ago we all agreed to begin bringing pieces of written work to be considered by the members of this group. I assume or I'm sure if I didn't bring anything to the group I would still be allowed to stay eat and converse with the others. But I feel a need to bring something. Since I know I can do 500 words I just need to sit and do 500 words may be more – – I started with an offering of 500 words which blossomed into about 2000. I was surprised. What I did for the last meeting and the offering turned out okay. However, that's not a lot. I want to write the next offering for the group that I have not written anything. My friend Lori was a member of this group says to me to bring copies of various blog postings. For a quick second I thought to myself ' yeah, yeah that's the answer I'll just bring a bunch of blog posts'. Then I thought boy that's a copout this solution kind of felt like cheating. Now having written the preceding sentence I still might bring some blog postings but I really want to develop the next chapter of the so-called book I am writing regarding my life after trauma 50 years ago.

Don't get me wrong, I do not discredit my blogging but By blocking just doesn't seem like true writing to me. My blog is not necessarily a journal though in many cases the blog could be a journal, I guess—In fact I do keep a journal besides my blog. My journal is a recounting of my days as accurately as I can, usually at the end of each day. My blog however, many times, will seize on a portion of a single event of that day and build on that event hopefully making a point. I must confess sometimes my blog is nothing more than a journal entry but I try to stay from blog journalizing.


So once again a writer writes, I write, therefore I must be a writer. Guarded grin.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Pro action and Wound Care


I have made a decision to be going down ,to bed, during the day to rest and to get the weight off my butt. I think I've developed a pressure sore on my left hip. The sore is located, sort of high up on the hip. He my health person didn't see it first time I suggested that I may have a wound . Honey on closer inspection found what she thought to be a wound. I had Honey attempt to apply the second skin tape that Dianne used to use but Honey doesn't have the same skill level Dianne   does. The tape became all scrunchy last night when I applied my lotion and this morning I took the tape off completely because the tape had bunched up during the night And I was afraid to take because more problems and what the tape might solve.

Now I'm wrestling with the question of going to my care provider for wound care management? Remember last month, I went in and there was  all  this hassle about taking information from me regarding payment online.The event was all pretty draconian. Theoretically now that I have become established at the wound clinic I should get more readily served. I still do not think they appreciate pro-action at the wound clinic. I got the impression they wound clinic will see you but they would much rather have you make your appointment. My knee-jerk reaction that says  that's garbage but I've been spoiled by the University of Utah who really focuses on wound care and wound care prevention. So maybe I'll make an appointment for tomorrow, Friday. Today I have a number of things that must be focused on. I'm going to have to because about either do pressure releases all day all the time or get myself down in bed which I cannot see happening but better to go to bed ,at this stage,than allow the wound progress to a really to really dangerous level.

I see my occupational therapists and whoever else will be involved in my chair review, which is scheduled for next week. I know it is my power chair which has caused me to start putting extra weight on the left cheek causing this wound . I try to be proactive which is not working. Today I have my coffee group and then I have to go out to West Jordan at four for the read long. I will cause some damage to the cheek but the damage will hopefully be minimal. After the coffee group I'm going to try to lay down to take the weight off. Maybe later this afternoon after I get back from the read along. I need to remember that I still have to exercise on the arm cycle for 45 minutes. Hopefully, the chair review well help in getting some remedies to my problems. The only issue with that is that the chair review can be relatively long-term Maybe a new cushion would be more forthcoming but even that takes time. I have even thought about starting to use the old chair, the backup chair and see what happens is that the that helps.All the legally by three but I'll be around until then. And I don't need to be there when you here. You're just look at a trustable


Once again I'm frightened, concerned yet hopeful I will be okay.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Can I Have More Sir?


I cannot believe how much time I'm spending on public transit. I have to admit I love the system, I love having a card that allows me to go anywhere I want to within a service system which everything I worked for went I was with with independent living. It really is a good system all things considered. There are changes in store for the system, change management at the top which I think would make a better system and I hope more options for folks with disabilities, low-income and the basic Rider.

The constant reader will remember that I spent some time a couple years backWorking as an operator for 211. 211 is a good system however it is a private nonprofit and really, I do not think, can stand on its own so must be attached to a larger organization. The old days it was assigned to a private nonprofit which was a really do-gooder group. Cannot remember exactly what happened to the organization or even its name right now but they sort of went down and when 211 resurfaced actually went to understand the United Way got stuck with 211. That sounds crass I know but that's sort of how I see it. I really side when I worked there. 211 was sort of stuck to the back of United Way floor. 211 was a ragtag group Of do-gooders. Kids finishing college, moms and grandpas and folks trying to do good. United Way on the other hand was a slick, top-drawer operation ran by polished seniors in the cross-section of overachieving beautiful youth who not only want to make a difference But Make some money at the same time. Boy, I could tell I was way out of my league whenever I wandered over to the United Way side of the floor. I made a couple of good friends when I work 211. I have kept up with them kind of through social media. I've had a couple of lunches with some of the United Way folk. This week I had lunch with Heather. There are two Heather and Linda. Not that it matters that they were to Asian women, young and relatively new to United Way I suspected. They have to have lunch in this little bitty room that sat about four tables, a sink and of course the mandatory microwave. I don't quite remember how it happened, I doubt that I was forward enough the to invite Them to My table So I figured they Invited me to theirs. We developed a friendship sort of like Seinfeld and reverse I was
Elaine. We did not hang out at each other's homes. In fact only contact was during work, at lunch a quick 30 minutes.

United Way is having their annual summer picnic the summer picnic is quite an event. I've never gone only heard of it. They always choose a place of the border of Salt Lake County seems to me. This year it's sort of up in the foothills of Salt Lake and I know no bus goes there. So I basically shrugged the picnic off again. I've gotten a number of emails from people who desire me to go. I conveniently and defeatedly said I could not make it.


But I've been thinking about it today. And I wonder if I take the bus to the end of the line which is at the base of the area going up to the picnic area then call Ute Red Cab for the rest of the trip.. The trip with cost some dough but I'll bet would be doable. So now I'm thinking might not go for it and join the rest of the bastard children at the picnic table and ask for more.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Good Sign


Last month got announcement in the mail my dentist, Dr. Drew Luke Jones, that he was shutting this practice down. Drew Luke Jones DMD was retiring. You know your dentist is human, supposedly just like your M.D.but for some reason you never think about them aging just like you are even though you can see they are aging it just doesn't register at least this aging process did not register with me.

Actually I'm taking this turn of information, I think, fairly well compared to last couple turns I have had to deal with. In fact,the last couple of appointments I've had with Drew Luke I found it in my mind how difficult it would be to find a dentist. It was just the geographical nightmare to get from my apartment to his office which is now way south in the Valley even passed Sandy. In the seven months I've been I have lived at this apartment complex I've had to go to the doctor's office three or four times. One was an emergency situation that I had take cabs which is pretty expensive and other regular appointments I've gotten there by bus which though, economical was way time-consuming and a bit stressing. I was thinking there's got to be an easier way. Then, I got the announcement in the mail of Drew Luke retiring and that was that.

I live on Redwood Road which is the main corridor on Salt Lake's West side. There are huge amount of dental offices on the road. Even better immediately across the street from my apartment complex are two dental offices. Both offices have ramps which to me is a very good sign even if they are not spec ramps– – this means they serve people in wheelchairs before. I don't know how many people were in power chairs but I figure that's just a workaround.

I have my assistant meeting today then I had lunch with an old workmate from United Way who I met by while I worked 2 11 Information and Referral. I came home on the Redwood Road. Coming home the bus lets the author was cited Street right in front of the two doctors offices so in a fit of pro-actionI decided to get a new dentist. The first of the site went to have a small ramp to a set of doors in series which I struggled with about five minutes before somebody finally came out and greeted me, kind of. The office manager I'm sure it was who came out was an old battle ax. She clearly did not want to really help me too much. She is pretty much sure I would not fit into their offices and her doctor cannot work with me. I did leave a note on my number with her and she was good talk to the doc.
Next I went to the other doctor's office is also a surgical center albeit a small oral dental center but want to set up a wall that it was. The ramp was not spec but I could use the ramp will enough using my power chair and accomplice that came out and helped me enter the building holding the doors. The staff drug the dentist out to meet me and we had pretty good conversation. Reminds me to some degree of the Dr. I just left. This Dr. is on the short side and a bit ruddy. He looked healthy and friendly and up to a challenge. I'm sure we will look good together. His wife is the office manager and appealing. She gave me documents to fill-out. It looks like I have a new dentist. One that getting to will be a breeze. He looks like he'll be around for a while which is a good sign.



Monday, July 24, 2017

Pioneer Day 2017

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By grandparents,Leah and Joseph Harker and my mom Maurine Smith And me about three  around 1954, Pioneer Day celebrations in Boise, Idaho


One of the best things about living in Salt Lake and Boise is that you get to major holidays smack dab in the middle of the summer. I don't know what I would do if I lived in a state that did not celebrate Pioneer Day. The Fourth of July course is a natural and everyone celebrates the Fourth of July in this country but Pioneer Day that's something different. As far as I know Idaho and Utah and mainly southern Idaho for the two regions that really celebrate this Mormon holiday to the point where private businesses often shut down for a day of parades, picnics and fireworks.

Pioneer Day is a state holiday the federales ID post office and other federal agencies are working many national and international businesses carry on business as usual. The Salt Lake City bus system, Utah Transit Authority also carries on business as usual in fact they extend hours of some of the bus routes to meet the need of commuters participated in fireworks celebrations around the city.The bus drivers have the option of addressing the Western garb for this day and many do. Some of the drivers really didn't whole thing sometimes it's kind of tedious at least for me.This is my first 24th at this facility where I am living but I don't think there'll be much change in the routine with the exception of a great deal of fireworks in the park next door and around the neighborhood. If the Fourth of July is any indicator it should be aloud neighborhood this evening.

I came into this town for work. I was hired by private nonprofit agency and for the first 15 or so years I was in Salt Lake I pretty much work on Pioneer Day. The city has a giant parade Days of 47 Parade. There is an event following the parade. The days of 47 can include in Liberty Park. Everything and everybody in the parade ends of there. In an effort to make the event of the conclusion of the parade private nonprofits were offered the option of setting up information tables in the park. The Utahwho Independent Living Center, for which I was employed, for many years at a table in the park. The point was to try to raise money as well as awareness. Over that time we gave away water, ice cream, candy and hardly any information. I enjoyed the event because it allowed me to h willave time off the following week or month which I always liked but there is something miserable about having to work on holiday. Even after the Center stopped participating in this event ourselves guilty when we did not.


I thought about getting up early and heading downtown to see the parade, it's a huge ordeal, people would really come from all over the world to see this silly parade. There are families who come from out of state and literally camp on the sidewalks and peoples front yards in order to get the best space available for viewing the spectacle, and the homeowners often let them do it it's amazing. I do not need that kind of chaos people standing at least three people the. I'm glad I went to the parade on the fourth and got all that humanity smiling out of my system. 

Sunday, July 23, 2017

My sister, Faye and me, circa 1955

I have many food weaknesses that is self-evident. However perhaps the food of which have most forms is the potato chip. I'm not sure if it's the crisp nature of the more so, the salt of the overall flavor but I've always loved the chips. This is probably only natural sense I come from Idaho the “potato state”. I have tasted chips from Maine to Oregon but to the best of my mind I don't potato chip is the best and the best of the best is Clover Club potato chips.

I come from a large family, very working-class family as blue-collar as one can get. I followed the sheet-metal worker, the union man with 5 to 6 kids at home any given time and sometimes more. We lived on a small acreage south of Boise Idaho. We had 5 to 7 milk cows, usually steer to be slaughtered in the fall always a garden and pasturing hayfield. When my mother once the market it was for the best deals (which now I fully understand). We really bought anything because it was a brand or a top-of-the-line product. Mom shopped at the bakery outlet store which is where, if we had potato chips we got our potato chips. My mother would bring home literally bags of bread with for the most part go into a huge amount Amana freezer. And from time to time she bring home huge sacks of potato chips. I loved and appreciated the bags of potato chips. These chips were perfectly good taste and quality it was just that very guarded and few chips were larger than your thumb nail seemed to me. These are the chips that were broken and smashed during production one reason or another. Because no will not be sold as regular potato chips. I guess they were summer like surplus or damaged product. I found out that many times these chips, and barrels that never make it to the store floor the Out back in the store on the loading dock waiting for the pig farms to come and collect the barrel of broken ships.  Of course I heard this for evermore they were “pig chips”. My best friend of course, who I had lunch with everyday, mother packed Clover Club potato chips. To me Clover club potato chips with the best. Huge chips make the best of our algorithms specialized flavor. I almost hit by chips so that John would not see them. Tiny fragments of chips which should have gone to the farms.

However, at least two holidays here sometimes more from other work breakdown and purchase Clover clock chips: 4 July or 24 July. Sometimes even Thanksgiving or Christmas we would get Clover club chipsand as Robert Frost said, that made all the difference.

Say, my older sister, had birthday last week. Who knows how old she really it's? But I do know she's at least 10 years older than I and I'm 66.. She once was employed at the Clover club factory in Boise. And made our family of 5 foot bag of potato chips for us to take on a trip to Canada, one summer.she was amazed I remembered this event. I think she said it was 67 years ago which I question the math but the point is the event it happened and there is probably a potato chips to cover my body had been able to get away with getting someone to do so. Last night was the market and purchased two banks of Clover club dictatorships one original and one barbecue just because I could. Happy holidays everyone.



Saturday, July 22, 2017

Maybe or Maybe Not


It is Saturday morning and I should do laundry, apartment clean and write. However, it's now past the middle of July I know there's a farmers market in Murray Park and have not yet this summer gone to a farmers market. I'll go with high hopes that it will be a real farmers market – – real-life farmers but usually if there are farms they are corporate farms used family operations with logos, tracks and sleepy eyed teenagers who drove the last night and slept with the produce in this morning around trying to make a sale. There will also be represented chains, small enterprise like private bread companies With wonderfully nice designer breadwith delicious hard crusts.However, I was soon become disheartened realizing just all dirty capitalism at its best and worst. But I want to buy some tomatoes and cucumbers and whatever else might be good in salads for the week.

But already my pathetic brain is pulled me off task.I need to be doing home chores and being responsible not off gallivanting riding buses and generating blog fodder. I may even take images to post to my Facebook account. My brain feed is pushing everything in order to escape the humdrum existence of the apartment on a Saturday morning.

I've got to do laundry sometime todayif I do not understand the problem and not have anything short for tomorrow. I could worsen you shorts to do the laundry in but then I have short one set for the coming week. I could go to DI and maybe find a couple more shorts and maybe even a T-shirt or some sure the collar all of which I need. I realized with the shop the other day that I do not have a collared shirt sleeve shirt. And I have a date on Tuesday with which I need maybe. I have things I need to do and they are not here at the apartment. Some of which I can do this afternoon or evening provided I am not exhausted from my day out.


I almost forgot! Today is the first day of a three-day weekend, holiday weekend and I don't have any potato chips at all. So hopefully today and no later tomorrow I need to purchase at least two packages of Clover club potato chips – – the only kind I have for all especially a summer holiday. I could purchase some more meats but I still have lots from last week and I still have steaks in the freezer and I still have pounds of hamburger I can thaw and make burgers or even sloppy Joe's. I have options. I also need a watermelon but if I am really courageous I could purchase that the farmers market to it it would be a much better melon, a man from Green River which is probably the best militants in the universe. If I leave now might be able to get back by one or 2 o'clock. Possibilities. Procrastination is it not all the same?

Friday, July 21, 2017

Notes On The Door

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One the things I hate most about apartment living is how little control one has over their environment.I had forgotten about the door for management. There's just something that chills me more than having notes or pages attached to the door my part. Perhaps it is a throwback to the “See Me” scribbled on the bottom of so many of my pages of schoolwork or return exams. It was never because my teacher or professor want to have a lively social bit of interaction no way “See Me” was always bad news. Then later on in life wife number two towards the end of our lively relationship started getting notices attached to the door of our apartments when the Sheriff's Deputy/Constable cannot find her home to deliver a summons. Again, if a note is attached to the door it very seldom is good news.

So on my return to apartment living and once again experiencing notes on the door. I do not know why notes on the door are such a shock they just are. Coming home today from meeting with a friend over coffee I could see from the end of the hall there was a note attached my door. Instantly I searched the other doors and there were notes on some of those doors as well which allowed me to take a breath of relief. Everybody got notes not just me, that's a good sign..

The first document was green in color, notifying the resident that management would be spraying the units for bedbugs next week. That's pretty benign. The newest three pages of changes to the resident handbook, this to was kind of benign but also could have some relevance to me. I'm number one was reiteration of the rule stating that balconies were not storage areas. I am fairly okay with this but must admit I have items on my balcony that are being stored there. I don't know how severe management is going to enforce this rule but the rules are not to cause me a bit of distress if not worry. There was also great bearing on the rule that no barbecues or cooking devices can be on the patios. I've heard to variations on this theme one is that this rule is system wide nobody can have barbecue stuff on the patios the second variation is that if you will want for two or three of our complex then you cannot have barbecue or cooking apparatus however if you're on the ground floor then it's okay. I have thought about, since I'm on the ground floor, having a bit of a hibachi or small barbecue but since I began using the apartment barbecue by bother? I do like having the patio free to turn around and and set in. I do have my rickshaw set up on my patio but think that's okay. And since my brother established the point wood lattice really can't see anything from the street. I should be okay. I'm sure I'll find a note attached to my door at some point letting me know there is an issue.


Times like this REALLY make me miss homeowner ship.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Soup Rusky


I like this lady. She's really nice and is a resident here at the apartment complex where I live. I still don't know her name. I know outside but I have a hard time names. She has a significant access and I pride myself on placing accents to country of origin. When I first met her for some reason I thought she was Hispanic. I tried to be cool by letting her know that I had once worked closely with a Chicano/Hispanic health clinic system in Idaho. I told her that I tried to make tamales in the past and it turned out fairly good but I was wondering if she did some pointers expecting to she would be proficient. She finally to sideways and said “why would I know how to cook tamales? I am from the Ukraine.” Ukraine? Holy cow was I off.

We keep bumping into each other now. In early spring we both claim the same garden spot. We ended up like Samson splitting the garden space and half and now we both have gorgeous gardens. For whatever reason let's call her Olga, Olga is kind watching out for me, but stop short of saying she's watching over me. She is significantly open 10 to 15 years. I am sure she is of that European-style is almost neuroticly clean. Tonight, I was over at my prep area trying to put together a salad. Remember, my workstation is the only pullout drawer in my kitchen that I have a board on top the drawer when the drawer is old out.I was in fact cutting cucumbers for myself when I hear knock knock knock on my door. I'm up to my elbows and cucumbers so I just yell yes comment. And sure enough it's my neighbor telling me I have a box outside. I'm baffled for a second wondered why everyone's always so worried about boxes left outside my door. I sometimes have left boxes outside my door all weekend just because I'm too lazy to drag the boxes in.I'm also perplexed not knowing what I could've ordered, knowing I have not ordered anything cool for some time then I have a flash of memory and remember my catheters with becoming what surprised me was that the girl at the catheter factory assured me that they would not be mailed until the 20th which is today. The box of catheters can stay outside the door for another couple days as far as I was concerned. But she was focused on getting those catheters site my door. I think she might have been a bit perturbed because I did not drop everything and rest to help but post, focused on cucumber. Then I realized she was carrying something else a small rectangle, a plastic box. I didn't start cutting cucumber and rolled over to help Olga. It was then she offered the plastic sealed box full of a sort of liquid.

“Do you like bean soup?” Of course I like bean soup, who doesn't like bean soup? Especially with the bean soup is obviously homemade. I have made enough bean soup in my timeto know what bean soup looks like. She said she didn't want to thrust food on me but if I didn't mind she would make me something every once in a while. So sweet! She got inside the apartment with the catheters and the soup. She glanced around and then suggested that she can help clean if I would not mind. I said that would be great. Soup is one thing maid services is quite another. I don't think I'll call in her services for housecleaning but maybe I'll keep the soup coming.



Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Treasure Desk


Cable Guy, which is listed on the back of the Black Crowes box was released in 2006 similar to the other films listed. So this candy can be, easily 20 years old.

I finally have a day that I don't have to leave the apartment. My son Mark in speaking over last night for a few minutes and help me straighten up the apartment. I truly appreciate his infusions of help. I have to admit though it was somewhat impressed with how well the apartment looked. I've really been trying to keep the place halfway presentable. Anyway, I'm always motivated to write, draw and be creative after he's had a visit.

Last night I was getting ready for bed dark – – don't ask it's a long story – – and All of a sudden I heard “snap crack “ which forced the to turn the lights on and I saw I had ran over my best hook. I was sad to see the hook go But somehow knew the end , it was coming. Luckily I have a bunch of hooks. I grabbed one close in size to the other one destroyed and was set to go. I needed elastics/rubber bands, To fix the Dycem Nonslip material on the end of the hook. I used it rubber bands which are the and why, not hugely wide but wider the normal elastics. The kind that The Postal Service uses the band letters together in packets . I have to find a bag of rubber bands like this. I have seen them recently when I was rummaging around my desk. This morning when searching for them when I pulled out one of the drawers, one of the lower ones I seldom get to their facing the was a complete box Black Crowes still in the cellophane. My ex-wife Dianne, bless her heart, used to keep me saturated with candy. What was great was that she bought theater candy. She knows I love licorice especially black licorice. Over the years I found boxes of them on my desk but Dianne would get back to a shopping expedition. I thought I had consumed the last box but apparently not. Mind you this box of Black Crowes Could be well over a decade old. That does not matter to me. I operate a believe that candy which is basically sugar will last for decades if not longer. Case in point they have found sealed jars of honey from the Egyptian Erera. When I was in my survivalist mode I often thought I could use candy, if needed to, as fuel for yeast to bake bread.


Of course the Black Crowes are near petrified. Even Though still sealed in cellophane, Whatever moisture was inside the small black pellets or drops as long since evaporated in the arid climate of the intermountain Northwest. This can is nnow perfect For long-term sucking for movies (for which it was intended), long trips on the bus or train or something just sweet to conclude a meal. Sadly, now I'm sure this is the last box of treats in my secretary but one never knows which is the best reason to return to the source and excavate another layer.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Be Nice

I think I was confronted with some of my meanness today unintentionally but it certainly seemed to come out and again to those least deserving of such pathology. Tuesday so I attended my weekly board meeting over at Assist, Inc.Initially planned to go to the meeting then basically return home or find something else to do perhaps go to another movie like last week. The movie card is extremely attractive now since I've found the movie house on Redwood Road just a couple blocks south of my apartments. However, I had basically decided to go to an action that I was notified of Earlier in the weekend by my friend Dick Lodemill. I had been a bit brisk with him when he asked if I was attending the action. I told him that I would attend but it was not an action but just a press which in my mind is significantly different. Dick apologetically agreed with me but still kindly twisted my arm to attend. I thought to myself The federal building is just a few blocks north of the Assist, Inc.  office and it would really not hurt me to spend some time and motor up there to see what was happening. My Assist , Inc. meeting is over usually around 12 and 12 noon was when the press conference was to take place. Shouldn't take long.

The press conference was okay for a  press conference there was probably between 45 and 70 people there which is not bad for us of course they were not from DRAC but from other private nonprofit organizations focused on saving ACA and Medicaid. This press conference was basically testimonials by health professionals who have seen the favorable results of the ACA. The day was hot but not too bad we still have a great shame the federal building to protect us from most of the heat. Dick informed me that there would be a rehash meeting following the press conference over my old workstation the DD Council. Great, I thought to myself another meetingI suppose I could do another meeting I really didn't have anything else of any value and besides I be able to see Claire and hang the old office. I have about 45 minutes before the meeting was start so I figured i would have time for lunch. I stopped at my favorite German deli Sigfrieds. Surprisingly Sigfrieds was not that busy. I got a fast lunch and went over to the DC Council.

When I got there none of the other DRAC folk Were there with the exception of Dick. Who was sitting all by himself in the small conference room. He looked pitiful like someone who'd been forgotten. He clearly brightened as I rolled into the room. Nobody else is called and nobody else had shown up. I was kind of relieved. We talked a little bit then was joined by my old boss Claire and we talk some more ensuing 20 minutes past and no one else shown up. Dick finally called Jerry (but don't think like him very much for what reason I have no idea) informed Dick the meeting had been canceled. That reminds me as somebody who been stood up for the dance. Dick shook the snub if in fact there was a snub. He turned to me and reminded me of another meeting to be held the coming Wednesday. I sort of turned cold and asked about the meeting and then decided he did not need more grief. I stop myself from being mean. I instead was his friend, told an audience of meeting and he promised to send me a postcard. I then mumbled something about having to catch a bus or train or something and left when I stopped a mean bullett and rolled out of the building looking for A train.


Monday, July 17, 2017

Eye Of The Beholder


This should be a lucky blog with a date like this 071717! I like it when the numbers are cool or they look cool or the sound cool either way I like these numbers and I feel lucky. The above image is one of my favorite nudes of me which is available for general public consumption. I took the image a couple of years ago when I was still new into my naked images online. My older brother took the image and he thought I was joking around and I was kind of. But I was dead serious about getting it out on the Internet one way or the other. Of course it was pretty simple use it as my cover image at first on my Facebook page and also my other websites that I had been. Space I have to admit doing this is quite liberating. This was when I first started thinking about checking out some nude type resorts, camps or retreats. The whole concept of the inland with other people were nude at the same time still intrigues me to a certain point. I just do not know how realistic this idea might be. In my case more and more it is taking to the tango matter what I do. Even just going for an overnight stay somewhere is almost out of the question I have not figured out how to do it yet with all the barriers I face.

Lori was a friend of mine that I've written about from time to time , I have to admit, has greatly broadened my thoughts in this direction. I have developed are generated Many images of me in the nude. Lori is looked upon my generations with an artistic eye and have suggested that I have a series of images which can possibly be artistic enough to be hung in a gallery (forgive the pun). I do not know if I'm to that point yet but I'm certainly considering options for the sheer joy of exhibiting myself more in the public domain. I doubt if the public domain is quite ready for me at this point but who knows?

Every year or so I search “disability nude” just to see what comes up and I did so couple days ago probably for the first time this year and was amazed to see how many new websites have popped up.I have to admit I am totally amazed and a little jealous enough folks out there with disabilities that have enough security and their body image to post themselves nude out there on these websites. Admittedly some of the sites are borderline porn and will always has to juggle the concept of art versus porn and you know it when you see it but still even the porn sites these guys out there are making a run for it And I hope are making money in the process.


Speaking of art found this great website, which is kind of funky, which takes your images/photographs and turns them into art pieces. But that was kind of hokey at first but then I started best around With some of my images and by golly I even think it kind of like. So I took my favorite image of me knew down the toilet which I call Stinker Thinker And ran it through some of the artist relations and I really like the results. I have done these renderings on my tablet and I'm much rather would have done these on my PC. I don't know if this is outright art I can't think it's cyber cheating but who cares art is in the eye of the beholder.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Or Not


I thought about going to a movie today but I got up late. I slept in until about eight a.m.I never do that! But did not go to bed that late about 1130earlier than most evenings and went right to sleep. In the back of her mind and believe I'm seeing a pattern developed a later and later mornings and I'm not certain what the ideology of that might be. My first gut response would be that rising later and later is becauseI don't have an ample reason to get up early in the morning. Just to watch the sunrise is not cutting it anymore. Even on the monies that I do have something say Assist or Coffee Social I'm sleeping later knowing that I have ample time to get out and get dressed do something around the house is still get to my appointed function. I do not necessarily like this.

Also in the back of my mind I'm wondering if my body is trying to protect me. My body has become so contorted in my chair, power chair that instantly on my transfer I can feel pressure, but talks and spine. I'm constantly now leaning the back of my chair to its maximum and then elevating the feet to slide myself back in my chair and the reposition mysef as far back in the seat as I can so that not sitting on my coccyx 
which is becoming quite painful. The pain is not immediate seems to grow over a period of time which is grown shorter and shorter. Fortunately for me that I can or have been able to readjust my body in such a way to relieve the pain for a period of time in some cases all day which is becoming rarer and rarer. I believe a partial solution might be having Jim Who is RA here at the apartment complex (resident assistant) over to slide my seat back which I hope will stop the side and the coccyx 
riding.



Crap! There I do it again got off on a tangent. I decided not to go to the movies today (and I kind of like to see Planet of the Apes.) But I have been way too irresponsible this last week going to movies and not scanning, writing cleaning like I should. It's not like I'm going to do those things now, Sunday almost afternoon on a very hot July day or might do some of them. I found a full-service movie Emporium a couple blocks south of my apartment complex which is pretty cool. I could actually powered down there in my chair if I so desired but I usually catch the bus to go seven or so blocks. Right now, on a full charge I could easily go there and back again to have enough charge left for the remainder of my day. I barbecued last night so I have protein for the whole week if I want. I washed yesterday So all I have to do is fold and hang If I want. Perhaps, I just think that stay home, in the apartment that I use without using my AC and catching up on some of my nonessential essential work or not.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Barbecue


It's Saturday dead center in the middle of July and talked like July still to be… Hot. I've already been out this morning crossed the street to do shopping. I love to shop even though it makes me feel guilty because i am spending so much money on myself. Since last weekend by actually use the apartment barbecue I've been looking forward to this weekend. Now I've got my “the web” everyone again to the barbecuing fever.

I actually had me in the freezer that by all rights I should be the first before investing and more protein the market. However, I am not barbecuing to be sensible I am barbecuing for recreation because it seems to me to be cooking outside and on a device that I don't have to pay the fuel for.So today at the market I purchased small steaks to come in like five or six pieces of meat to a package. There are about the size of my Palm which is exactly what I want. I perceive a palm-sized piece of meat is the exact size I need for one meal. So if I were to bbarbecue the whole packageI think I would probably have more than enough for the week. So maybe I just need to barbecue Package. I also got a bag of frozen chicken parts actually like chicken tenders but the piece of chicken are quite large. About the same brand of chicken, frozen chicken or the winter and found it was really great for point out a couple pieces the far then use that means stirfry, soup or just even snacking. I spent a lot of time agonizing over the packages of chicken in the section, the first chicken. Skin chicken breasts, chicken legs, In these legs are big! I'm going to go back at some point and by a package of legs to barbeque. There are also packages of buys which intimidated me a little bit. I cannot quite remember how much meat is on a thigh. It seemed like a sizable investment and a lot of work if I did not cut all the parts one time and then I remembered I had purchased a frozen chicken packaging for in the price is far less than chicken in the fresh wrappings. The best part is I could use what I wanted to throw the rest back in the freezer to be used again. i still have a package of wieners/hot dogs. These are not even the dogs I really like, the all beef kosher smoked tubes of “meat”. These dogs are made from chicken parts and something beef like. However if cooked over a flame the tubes take on a nice texture and flavorAnd are quite good refrigerated eatin cold In the early morning or just before bed.


The ribs were good that I cooked last week I actually ate this barbecue all week long the ribs were great. I would like to have the same experience with chicken and steak. It's hot out there, I still need to work out and I need to wash batch of clothes.Oh yes and make a pot of rice.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Mail Call !


I had not checked My mail in three days. There is no specific reason except that it somewhat difficult for me to unhook the keys from God on the side of my power chair. I keep all the keys and values of the carabiner that I think just click on the bar and then I do not lose my keys. And of course I keep the key to my mailbox on the key ring attached to the carabiner. At this point in my life, really any point in my life I really got personal mail. My mom was alive and when Dr. McIntyre was still kicking I had a relatively good stream of first-class mail. That is how the post man referred to Personal type mail. I thought that was pretty interesting. Periodically I do get cute little letters from my granddaughters. I'm sure they are forced into writing by their mom in their mother's attempt to teach the girls good mail etiquette.

The problem however when you check your mail once or twice a week is that you have a large accumulation of ads, sales brochures and bills and other professional garbage. I was intrigued today to find a piece of mail from my dentist. Receiving mail from my dentist is not a new phenomenon. “Usually shows up around the first of the month, a windowed envelopes allowing a small bill to look out. This is just your regular long business envelopes with my name hand written On the front. I was almost 100% sure I knew what the message was and I was right. The stationary of tan paper In an effort to make the document will rustic was a letter notifying me that you Drew Luke was retiring his practice at the end of the month. He's been my best for the past 20 years half as long as he is been in practice. Last time I spoke with him or the last time Drew had worked on My teeth. I could tell that he was pretty well done with dentistry.There is even a personal check in the envelope nicely folded in stationary.


So now I will begin the process of securing a new dentist. This is a little intimidating but not bad in fact I could continue at my dentist's practice he just will not be there. You brought in a ringer to take over but I was just about finished with this dentist anyway. The practice is just way across town from where I live now. Especially since I am not driving and the efficacy of my van is going into the line questionable. There are two dental practices across the street from my apartments are. One has a ramp going into the building. The building is a bit older but it looks like they have serviced folks in wheelchair before. And literally on the same block there is a bigger operation going with not only a dentist but an oral surgeon as well. This building is not look as accessible as the first but a little more professional. Either way I'm a little excitement about finding somebody new and someone close by that can meet my dental needs and being able to do so without having to cancel my old dental experience and thus hurting my dentist feelings

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Lucky 13


My luck is holding which I think means I'm doing something right or maybe it's just dumb luck it's hard to say. Today was kind of spooky to begin because I have my appointment with my interest over the death Star today. Now don't freak out because I'm referring to IHC hospitals in Murray as the Death Star and I've got some bizarre just death ideation going on. I think of the term Death Star from the Star Wars saga, As the IHC was referenced during its building one hours going through rehab. It was this massive structure that was rising way out In Murray Could be seen from University Hospital at the other end of the valley.

I have been summoned by my physician's minion earlier as you recall to come in because the doctor wanted to visit with me. This summons of course raised all kinds of red flags. The feeling I had was not unlike civilian study all when the cute Ninth grader comes With a note from the office seeking the pleasure of your company. If you have reason to merit such a request that is one thing but just to be summoned for no reason in your mind is quite another. This is how I felt it cannot be good. I was not too concerned because I was feeling just too darned good and have been for quite some time now. Still I wondered.

This actually turned out to be a day that I have full agenda. I had coffee in the morning with the group, then over to the death Star and then I would finish my day with the reading group over at the library. I was glad to have my daytime so well that I did not feel rushed. I even prepped making sure that I had to write documentation which was requested over the phone, reminder call. I was almost perturbed when none of the documentation was requested by my check-in. I just smiled and felt great.

If I had any stress it was alleviated when the first doctor that entered my exam room was a brand-new resident with San Diego. I figured if they were starting out with some of the miners this is a regular visit. We visited in the over doctored and it was cute and then my resident fetched the first stringer. Dr. Clements came in check my hand and we had a chat and it was a good chat. It's kind of weird that he is not listed as the primary doc What kind you really want to see me but is okay, Dr. Clements. Bottom line told him to locate except that I have low platelet count. It took me off one of my medications – – which I found later I have not been taking anyway – – to see if by eliminating this one med would rebuild by plate account. So that is a problem that we'll have to explore. I left feeling pretty good made an appointment for three months out .

I got to West Jordan library and proctored the reading more Treasure Island and and did okay we had a pretty good read. That's when I was heading to the train station and was crossing the street that I was just getting in the crosswalk after giving that crossing sign and a big old UTA bus was turning right into the intersection. I was sure that it seemed I was totally positive and Moving forward and also realized this cat was in the start he was fullbore going into the sidewalk. I finally reacted and swiveled hard and got out of the way just in time. I dodged a pretty damn big Bullet!


So it was a very good day I did a lot of stuff and avoided death once again. Then I remembered this the 13th – – Friday the 13th falls on Thursday this month Who would've figured?

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Adieu and Bonjour



Last night I spoke with a friend who, I'm afraid, is becoming more and more suicidal. He lives in the state one time zone away from me. We've been friends since the 80s. However since 1984 we will miss each other a few times that have kept connected either through the written word or through the Internet. Our relationship has always been based on electronic technology. I believe our relationship deepened was  he was working on computerizing our office. By that I mean he was trying to get everything he did on line. The boss of the facility Was always open to anything that was great and  positive to the organization. Since my friend was helping the organization, which is private nonprofit which served folks with developmental disabilities and had a challenge budget the boss which allowed him pretty much free reign over that regime. The whole company was pretty much operating off  IBM Selectric typewriters and US mail and of course the phone system that was about it.

At the time my friend had a bachelor's degree in psychology, I believe. He went back to academe and earned his PhD in industrial psychology kind of disappeared off my radar. I relocated to Utah and it must have also his PhD. That's kind of weird to think about it since we never saw each other in Utah that would've been fairly easy.

My friend has been crushed beneath the wheel of economics and political strata of our time. I tried calling once a week and I must confess that I've been doing poorly at that the last couple months. I sense his depression is worsening. He is doing everything he can, I believe to battle with depression but most of the depression is situational. We feel trapped and burdened and is and really, through no fault of his own but these are the cards on the table and he has to play them.

He does not know what is going to do. He keeps getting cards from the shoe but so far the Grim Reaper has not appeared. As we spoke last night – – long-distance – – through the electronic struggle of computer assisted communication my friend shared with me he was safe for a couple weeks because he had a trip to France he was going to take which actually lifted him all the ways out of this depression. This was news from out of nowhere me however this trip has been in the plans for at least a year It seems. The group of high school buddies going to Europe one last hurrah, fulfillment of bucket list items or whatever.

I of course was immediately seized with the idea of what it my friend never came back from France? I mean what do you have to lose? He really is facing the homeless card. You can be homeless and Northern California and we homeless 'n France. Why not spend the refugees in Europe bouncing around, being homeless living in the underground (excuse the pun)and being cool. Of course it's a bit of a copout and make you look like a jerk To all those you leave behind is the next best thing the suicide. Because once you throw the suicide card down on the table it's game over.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Speech Speech!!


I carry a love-hate relationship with my talk to text software. A couple years ago Dianne gave me a copy of Dragon naturally speaking. I was totally surprised and impressed. Dragon is something I would never have got for myself. I have always wondered about Dragon and how will it works but I would never risk actually purchasing something, I feel, is this expensive. I've been using Dragon now for about four or five years and only now that I use it every day do I feel I'm getting the hang of the software.

As much as I have enjoyed using Dragon I must admit I also have some real problems with the software. I'm reticent to blame the software entirely because a lot of the problems I could be through my hardware technology. I never can trust the headphones I'm using. I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time correcting issues of the software.A great example is the capitalization of a word after I'd toss trying to think of the next items I'm going to write. Then it's a matter of getting rid of the capitalization and going on to the next this process is very destructive drives me crazy. I also frustrated with the software's substituting one word for another that I use. I don't watch the manuscript constantly amazed at how many inconsistencies show up in the document. I know that's right it's about the editing process but I would think a good speech to text software with the reputation of Dragon I would not have these issues or at least the amount of issues I tend to experience.

I think my grown dependency on Dragon is a clear example of my laziness. Using Dragon even with all its problems is easier than typing by hand especially my hands. But sometimes I get so frustrated that I wonder maybe I should just shuck the software entirely. In the long run it might just be quicker well maybe not quicker but certainly less frustrating. I used to be able type fairly quick for a partial quad. I was not as accurate as I could be but I did enjoy the process. There are times when I am using Dragon that I feel I'm really in a zone and I'm getting lots of thoughts out or down. Even in the worst case scenario I could never type as quick as I dictate and sometimes that is so important in getting my thoughts down. I don't think I could really give up speech to text technology, I am addicted shamefully but totally addicted

Now in all honesty I must admit I do not regularly go through the updates that come from Dragon nor do I do the exercises that Dragon suggests that help the software learn my idiosyncrasies of speech. Maybe this may result BECAUSE I don't have time or patients to teach my software to be better. That is totally weird. Every couple of weeks I get a message from the software That it wants to read my emails so that it can better itself and its job to take medication. I don't know why I don't let Dragon do this it's just too weird.


Something else that kind of strange is that the text-to-speech software on my tablet and cell phone in some ways are better than Dragon. My tablet and cell phone software is not as powerful as Dragon particularly with the commands that can be done but it's certainly easier to dictate long pieces of speech without the frustration of trying to have to fix the problems of the software. I continue to use the software of the tablet or cell phone as second choice to Dragon. It's like driving a Cadillac over Subaru just because a Cadillac is a Cadillac and the Subaru though even better is just not in the same league.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Thumb Driver I Hate You


I'm starting out with what could be considered is a bad day. However I am not going to let this bother me to the point that at well make Whatever is happening a bad day. Yesterday diligently for actually occur even been Saturday but I diligently wrote my three letters that I write every month to Shelley and the two girls. I still had to get them changed over to the correct font, edit and print letters as well as envelopes. No big deal correct? When I went to print not only was the printer not working but I was also having issues bring up the documents themselves. Any of the documents I wrote during this period were somehow saved to a thumb drive I had in my system and now that some drive will not allow me to access what is ever on the thumb drive. Actually, I do not even know if the letters are on the thumb drive when I search for the letters they say there on the thumb drive but when I will go to bring them up the computer says the letters are not ready yet– – Whatever that means. Of course my mind starts making up all kinds of scenarios what is wrong,  foremost among those scenarios is the thumb drive was inside computer when I nearly dropped the computer a few weeks ago. I may be a little confused but, I think the thumb drive may have been bent a little bit it was hard to tell and it's hard to tell now. I've tried the thumb drive in two different machines the machine that almost fell and the machine up in the computer library at my apartment complex neither of the machines will read the thumb drive in fact they will not even see the thumb drive. Again, when I go to Open Office in the “recent files” it shows E: then the address for those actual documents. (E)Of course is the name for the port that handles the USB drives.

What's really interesting other documents I worked on yesterday and saved were saved to appropriate drives and folders and will come up no problem this morning which is good I appreciate not losing my work yesterday– – I just do not want to have to write the three letters over again. Any other day would be no problem but last night I couldn't sleep, or get to sleep. I don't abed with little water in my overnight water bottle and that was freaking me out because I didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night without any water. Long story short I got up which is really difficult more so than usual, one leg could barely move or would not move and cause me to really precariously get into my power chair. I was totally thirsty but that time I got ice and I got water I even ate a Popsicle. I probably ingested way too much salt earlier in the night when I barbecued the ribs. But once hydrated I was able to get back to bed by then it was 2 AM.

So I'm exhausted my eyes feel like you have sand under the eyelids. It seems that a bunch of things to do that I'm choosing not to do for one reason or another. I should've gone and helped out with the DD councils conference this morning but I just couldn't do it. I'm sure they were not even recognize my absence.


On an even stranger note Jimmy Wilson the uncle of the para who expressed interest in purchasing my wheelchair van let me know the kid really is not going to come through with the purchase. I should be more angry I suppose after all the kid told me not to register the vehicle he was going to buy it and now I have to do it all over again I can't find my documents but really that's my problem. I cannot ponder the negatives of got a push forward with whatever positives I can realize, get some rest and get set to have a better afternoon and tomorrow.

Sunday, July 09, 2017

On Writing, Washing & Cojones


It still Sunday morning so my guilt is not as severe as it could be for the at.. I renew my blogging this morning was. I renew my blogging so late in the day With renewed vigor following a conversation last night with my writing friend and confidant Lori what times can also be a muse and mentor. Lori really knows how to write, she has the technique and the mechanics down. I do not, and I really admire her skill set. I really believe Lori is on the verge of being published I mean, really published, not by some little private nonprofit firm but by a real firm which recognizes, Lori's skill, merit and focus to write well.

It is Sunday morning, still and there are 1 million things I need to be doing, Wash clothes, mop the floor, barbecue the meat that had in refrigerator for a week under the guise of holiday celebration. It's Sunday the end of the holiday week or the beginning of the next work week which I am not part. I think maybe if I burn the meat today and will count as celebrating the holiday in the American-style. What is interesting is that I guess I place writing as the most important of all these functions I will do today. Lori and I joked last night that we are not alcoholics, drug addicts are psychotics and perhaps that is why we are not great writers. I argue one does not need those but at times I can certainly see Willow the muse in a bottle or drugstore of one sort or another is certainly not someone into writing an interesting and enjoyable piece of work. Once again, I do not have the cojones to. use the support of everyone knows that a support is nothing more than a crutch and I'm phobic to addiction.

Now that I've written that I'm phobic to addictions I have to tell you I have become addicted to writing. Lori good and will explain this as an actual change in my brain chemistry/function Which Lori thinks, I believe, is a good thing. I on the other hand can feel the addiction grasping my brain, making changes forcing me to abandon washing clothes, cooking and scouring my floors in an effort to put words on the computer screen and send my thoughts out to the ether. Again in all honesty you must call a rock a rock and the duck duck. I am actually writing this entry today to avoid all the above and praying that as soon as I finish this document and post someone will knock on my door and begged me to come out and do something fun.


There just a few minutes left in this Sunday morning – – I truly wish I'd gotten up earlier. I actually slept in till almost 8 o'clock that is almost 8 hours which hardly ever ever happens. I do not know if I necessarily feel any better for the event all I do know is I'm pushing the clock to get my 500 words out at least for this day.

Saturday, July 08, 2017

Smoldering Heat and Saturday Drugs



It's smolderingly(I know that's not a word that this is my blog and I like the word so it's going to stay) hot outside. Everybody around me is complaining about the heat but you know what I love the heat. But really breaks my heart is that it's only the last couple more days. I suppose in August we'll have another couple days of temperatures and 100s but right now I think we're about finished with this span of superhot days. I was just at the market and of course the checker comment on how hot it was not horrible was and I corrected her saying how nice it is not to have to deal with snow and ice, not to have to wear heavy close being able to sleep at night without any coverage at all I really like that. In fact I'm sitting here writing this with the door to my patio open. I am not using the air-conditioning that comes with the apartment letting my little unit get hotter and hotter.

I love the summer nights like tonight's going to be. It will be so hot you move in slow motion just to get through the space from one point to the next. It'll be the kind of night you will not feel the transition as you go from inside the apartment to the patio. I love to go out and sit naked on my patio. I don't smoke anymore but that would've been perfect for a night like tonight new to my patio smoking black Shermans. This morning as I was laying in bed just before I got up I was wishing this joint had a swimming pool. It would be so great to hang out this afternoon either in or around a swimming pool. Having access to any pool would be so good to me on all the levels recreation, healthcare, weight loss and yes, even socialization. Well that's not going to happen and I just don't know where there is a swimming pool close by.

I'm totally enjoying this day at home. I didn't run over to the market for a few things I forgot last night but that's all. I don't have to go anywhere else even though my little bus pass his big media use it to go downtown are to liberty Park, or Murray Park or anywhere the bus would take me. I'm forcing myself to stay home, rest up a little bit, not aggravate the heat bearing down outside my head , outside myapartment door.


This morning I went up to the front of the building to the mailroom. Cannot say I was surprised but I was pleased to open the door and see a mailing bag in my mailbox of course it was the baclofen. I hate like hell spending the $60 I had to get two weeks of the medication but having a bottle with the top will be handy going to go ahead and fill it with some of the baclofen carrying a backpack. Or fill the bottle with baclofen and stow it somewhereBut I'll really get to if all the sudden I run out of baclofen again which I do not intend to happen..