So Long Brother Dennis

It's weird how something that happens in the past, in the recent past, and totally have an impact on you or me that is. One of the key people in my childhood someone who I think quite highly of even though I have had little contact with him in the last 50 or so years. He's my age. He just turned 70 along with another friend that I have not really kept too much in contact with. These two folks have been very successful in their lives. Honestly, I feel a little intimidated by them feeling that I've done so little with mine. I know this is showing but it's really, how I feel. But anyway, great to text with these two fellows but one of them the brother of my friend Dennis Ward informed me that he passed away in late February. I can't believe I did not know this. Really no reason why I should especially with the pandemic/Covid pandemic. I kind of thought I was keeping up in contact Dennis.

Dennis Ward. Dennis is one of the big kids in the ecclesiastical grouping that I grew up in called a “Ward”. He was six or seven years older than me and he was a local hero of sorts kind of a athletic superstar for the local high school, Boise Senior High. He played football and he wrestled. He also swam at the same bridge that me and my brother did. I have references to the Twin Bridges in other posts to this blog. I was lucky enough to actually watch Dennis fight I think twice at least there on the bridge. Dennis was a great fighter Dennis is a legend. I was quite taken aback couple years ago when I realized or became aware that Dennis lived in Salt Lake. Dennis is still the big guy I remember, funny always joking around. He seemed the perfect personality for sales and that's what he did. I don't know much about his adult life except he owned a company which sold organizing products for home and business. Cardboard masterpieces to help you put your home/life in order. We started having lunch a couple times a year the last couple years – – I took a bit of a break when I went through my neural surgeries and rehabilitation/divorce but we've linked up again just recently. He let me know that he come down with cancer and I felt quite bad for them but the way he talked I assumed that he'd beat the bugger and he was in remission but sadly cancer took him back in February. It would not have made a whole lot of difference had I known. I assume his brother Kim: my friend, was in town for the whole event out of like to spend some time with Kim. Again, a little intimidated by his success and his elevation within the LDS faith. I think I will be able to catch up with him in the next couple of months or however long we have left on this dirt ball. I think were quite different now in some ways but in others perhaps very similar. That's for another blog. What I thought was really memorable was that Kim informed me as Dennis was going through his end-of-life process Dennis remembered me and told his brother to let me know that he would be waiting to visit with me in another place when I no longer needed a power chair for mobility…

Time to Time

 

Sometimes I just have to laugh at myself I'm such a goof head. I mean I can shoot myself in the foot so easy that really frightens me. I just don't think things through well enough. I don't remember if I blogged about me making my appointment to have my wound on my leg looked at at the medical center. I want to go in immediately but they wouldn't see me until today, Tuesday. In the meantime I got kind of spooked and ended up going to the Doc in the box/the care who dressed my wound and after I informed him that I'd also made an appointment for Tuesday he encouraged me to go ahead and keep the appointment. He said it be good medicine to follow up on the room care that my current state of medical grace and Pro action I did just that even though I knew I would have an Assist, Inc. meeting as I do every Tuesday morning.

In my defense I did request and was given as a 9:15 AM appointment which I thought the wound will be basically better by Tuesday morning especially taking the medication. I envisioned just a visit to the doctor's office Wham Bam in and out and I am on train downtown. I mean, I don't know why my right mind I thought I could make it. Later in that same call the person amended the time to 10:15 AM and after it sure why not Wham Bam I should be able to do that to – – I'm special. I really thought I could do it. I felt a little bit of pressure when I missed the bus and had to wait 30 minutes for the next just to get into the hospital. I had this grandiose idea fabricate inside my mind as I traveled that I was feeling great and all the nurse/doc had to do was pull off the Band-Aid see how great the wound looked at me on my head and send me on my way. Boy was I wrong. I got into the big hospital around 9:45 AM and thought I was doing okay timewise. There is hardly anybody there in the waiting room which gave me great hope. In a fit of assertiveness I let the receptionist know that I was under a time pressure and that I be the least amount of medical intervention to get on my way. I really thought I was going pull it off even at 10 AM I thought sure if I can get in I could do it. I started getting nervous around 10:10 AM and nothing was happening. 10:15 AM came and went and got 10:30 AM I was getting concerned so I let the receptionist know I really needed to get going. She said she was going to go to talk with the doctor. Five minutes later FIVE MINUTES! She let me know the doc was running behind the mid-call me soon. There was about 10:45 AM and I knew I was not going to make my meeting so I called up my Wrangler and let them know I wasn't coming in. This however took a little of the stress off. Just about 11 AM the doc, a young resident – – doctors are so cute when the residents before the world ground them down. Anyway, he was going to do the whole 9 yards. They took my temperature, blood pressure ask me the questions and messed with my chart. And this guy was just the floor show he was prepping before the supervising physician. So in a few minutes the Super and the resident had removed the Band-Aid from my knee/leg and admired the well healing wound. They agreed and thought I was smart for following up with the physicians visit after going to the Insta care. They want to chat, the one to be the cool guys mixing it up with the street guy. I wasn't going anywhere now so I figured what the hell.

I was glad to be gone. I wanted to find somewhere to have lunch and I finally settled for pizza from Costco which really isn't that bad a deal the dollar and $.99 a good sizeslice of pepperoni pizza. No drink just pizza on the run as I headed for the bus feeling guilty that I miss that I voluntary meeting with feeling good to be personally medically responsible…

Blood Brother

 

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This is Ed or as I like to call them Fast Eddie, I have no reason for giving him this moniker it just seemed like something cool the name somebody. Fast Eddie is my brother or should I say blood brother not in the Indian sense (though we are quite a bit of Indian) but in the sense that we have the same birth father and birth mother which is such a mind blower I can even get into it even now after a couple years. I believe I've gone over a part of the history of my adoption and then in the past couple of years finding out that I have quite an extensive family (birth family) I really feel I must make a distinction between my birth family and my adoptive family. I don't know if it's sadder not I really don't care but I don't really feel a lot of identification with my birth family as opposed to my adoptive family.

Eddie I guess technically is my little brother. He's about five years younger than I am and he grew up here in the West just as I did. He grew up pretty much hard-core Catholic and I drew a pretty much in the hard-core Mormon family I don't know if that makes me hard-core Mormon are not. Eddie ended up being an only child and I am one among many right smack dab in the middle. I can only imagine what it would be like to be the only kid. Wow, think of all the breaks. No hand-me-down clothes, no competition for attention or what else ever from other siblings. I imagine it will be pretty boring but still. When the family popped up in whatever and sister finder program my daughter used he made early contact with my daughter. He was really really interested in family any kind of family or his family. I've really gotten the impression that he would really like to be closer with me but fortunately or unfortunately we have not been able to make the next step as far as meeting goes. We've communicated a couple times via the Internet/chat software which is pretty cool. I'm surprised at just how focused Ed can be on this whole family thing. Ed has done a lot of research on the parents as well as the brothers and sisters. We are located all over the Intermountain West as will the couple on each coast.. Is good at this kind of stuff he had a career in law enforcement working for the Colorado Highway Patrol working in forensics. I'm sure at his had a fascinating life, sounds that way with little bit we've talked. He certainly has the skills to get the information he desires. I have to admit he spooks me a little bit but that's me not him. I think the birth family were actually trying to get together before the Covid hit last year. I think something would've happened over last summer when people to travel but since all the bans that did not come about and maybe it might happen this summer. I'm still kind of gun shy over the whole thing but will play it by ear as I get the chance to know fast Eddie and the rest…

P S T

I know I'm harping on this problem, it's not even really a problem it's a problem if I let it be a problem, of not getting my stimulus check. I know if I'm patient I will be rewarded with a check in the my account at some point in the relatively near future a least that's what I'm being told by all of the people who know me that I've complained to or whined to. I don't think it's causing me post stimulus stress (PST) but I'm noticing I'm beginning to do kind of strange things. I'm beginning to do things that are sort of my character and that kind of worries me but not too much. I'm beginning to buy stuff at the drop of a hat! Like I week ago or so I thought I had lost my face mask so I immediately went to the Internet found a face mask which I love (baby Groot from guardians) and ordered in and sure enough it came in and I love wearing it all together was less than 20 bucks which I'm totally sure I can deal with especially if I get my stimulus money. Another case in point was a couple of days ago I was confronted of one of those ads that pop up on my feed. Usually I do not pay attention to these kind of things in fact the ads are an irritant and I really do wish I had a way to block them but this one caught my eye. This one was for something called complete something. It wasn't complete little dinner mashed potatoes, gravy and meatloaf. Six servings for about 18 bucks. I hate to buy anything even if I can see them on the Internet because there seems to be what I ordered but like I said, something's weirds happening to me and before I knew it I clicked on my “pay now” or whatever that app is in the next thing I know when I opened my door this morning there was a cute little box full of personal sized meatloaf dinners! Actually when I open the door this morning to fly out the door to meet my son and granddaughter for breakfastspace the box was sitting there which I left. It was only later on in the day when I returned that I grabbed a stick and pulled the box into my unit and finally got it on the table right open. Individual containers were larger than anticipated which totally thrilled me. This could actually be a real meal. The only drawback was the kind of wished it was September instead of merely April because I would really enjoy coming home from a day of meetings with it being cold and blustery outside and popping one of these microwavable dinners into the nuker space and settle back and watch the news. I will try one of the dinners this week sometime if it's as good as it seems I may order another case for the winter.

What frightens me most is that I wonder if I'm just tested the water and then when I'm sure that my stimulus is in my bank, I am going to order something big and then maybe it's all over will find an apartment full of stuff ordered off the Internet when I die and don't show up somewhere for three or four weeks and find me with all the silly little possessions garnered from my PST. It will not be pretty…

"No Music! On My Bus!"

 

It's getting closer! Each day true spring gets closer to the Wasatch front. Yesterday seem to throw back to winter with gray skies and rain even snow in some areas but today the sun rose beautiful and inviting. I had not intended on going anywhere to speak of today. I really need to start my kid letters for the month of April since I've added a couple more names to list going to try to spread the time of developing letters over a couple weeks time as opposed to trying to do them all the first day or so. But the day was too beautiful. Now to set this up a little somehow, I'm not really sure, I got a pretty good-sized wound on my left leg shin actually. I've been keeping an eye on the wound and it kind of worried me a little bit but it seemed like it was okay and I was not receiving any pains those not seeing any streaking but the skin around the wound was a little angry I mean red in color. Dianne noticed it while we were faced chatting. She was really worried because in the past I have not been to worried about such wounds and once or twice they've got very bad as far as becoming septic and such. Dianne is really worried over my health and I appreciate that. Hers is a genuine worry. For the past three days Dianne has encouraged me to get into either my regular doc or the Doc in a box space not far from my apartments. The clinic is an Insta care which is the emergency med ran by my regular medical guy/operation which is IMC. Today is so beautiful what better use of the early-morning time then to jump the bus and head down to the clinic.

I decided to forgo making any breakfast and just drop into the Wendy's around the corner. Last week I found out they had a morning menu and I'm a sucker for breakfast sandwich of any kind specially sausage , cheese and egg biscuit. As I passed the D's restaurant I noticed my neighbor's vehicle parked outside the restaurant so I decided to do a roll through and found Billie. A sausage biscuit soon turned into a full-blown breakfast (which only a part of because Billie volunteered to take the rest home until I got back from the physician). This is turning out to be a great Saturday morning. Billie was killing time to go pick up a prescription and I was killing time until my clinic opened we had a great time killing time together. But it was time to catch the bus I was not in a hurry and the sun was warm as I laid back in my chair. Finally 47 westbound trundled up and off we went. I took an instant liking to the driver, I don't know why he was a bit overweight South Sea Islander it seemed friendly under his dreadlocks. He seemed pleasant enough to me as he loaded me up and just tied me down with one set of tiedowns (which I deeply appreciated even asked if I wanted the second tiedowns and I said no I hate the second tiedowns actually I hate all of tiedowns). Secured we were off when behind me I heard someone's music device going off you know when you hear that muffled music coming from someone's headphones that they are oblivious to the fact that anyone else can hear them? I kind it tuned it out but the driver didn't. He asked once and obviously the individual either did not hear but did not care. However the music did stop but a few minutes later started again. This time the driver did another verbal warning but nothing came of it when finally the driver stopped the bus got out of his driver's seat (which is no little feat) turned around and walked past me confronted the mindless music maker telling the guy to turn the music off and this is the last warning he was going to get the next violation he was calling the cops. He was serious “there is no music on my bus”. The rest of the drive was quiet and sometimes quiet is good…

Main & 5th Market

Friday I don't want to start anything is mundane and as a “Flashback Friday” but today's post is definitely a flashback. The above is a photo of the Main and 5th market just east of the downtown Boise area. I'm not really sure how I became acquainted with the market. I would like to think I came across the market when I would attend seminary before junior high started but I don't think that was it. I think it was after my accident when I begin to spend a large amount of my free time (which is a lot especially during the summer) in downtown Boise just bumming around. The Boise Main and 5th market was a treasure of food delights. I can only characterize that this place carried food that most likely would only be found on the East and West coasts of the country which I thought was kind of bizarre in Boise in the middle 60s. The first thing that hit you when you pushed through the swinging front door was the overpowering odor of fish. But soon you could discern other odors like fresh bread and even cut flowers at certain times of the year. There is a sign in the meat department that stated fish were flown in from the coast every day. I didn't understand this at all but I just went with it. I don't know how I learned all the great taste of hard crusted bread – – Italian bread or French bread or some kind of artesian breads – – of course it wasn't called that then . Somewhere along the line I also learned that this crusty bread with the divine soft interior almost dough like was also great with cream cheese spread liberally. Had I been exposed to wine and cheese I would've realized these three ingredients often made a Parisienne if not European meal. All I knew was that I thought it tasted great. In fact one of my favorite experiences was when I was a senior in high school one Saturday I met up with a friend of mine who has cerebral palsy and was already at the University living in student housing. He was a little guy who had cerebral palsy (we met years earlier at the disability summercamp which I've written about in other places in this blog). Somehow, Henry got donated his big old golf cart which he used to get around campus and other places. And together this one Saturday I coaxed him into taking is both downtown, on either side of the Boise River from the University. We stopped at the market and I bought bread and cream cheese. It was a bright brisk October morning as we roamed around Boise city terrorizing pedestrians eating our bread and cheese and enjoying being young and free. Henry now lives in whitefoot Idaho and I just retired. He drives a scooter now and I guess enjoys his “golden years”. I of course meant Salt Lake doing what I do enjoying whatever kind of years I have going for me. It's hard to find the bread we enjoyed at one time and Boise Idaho and brilliant autumn mornings. Market St., Grill serves a very similar bread with their meals. One of my favorite experiences is going to market Street and ordering a bowl of their clam chowder and as much sourdough bread, hard crusted, with lots of butter as I can coax out of them and dream of other days

S O P(Sneak Out Of Primary)

The above image is the building which used to be the old Boise 12^th ward meetinghouse on Broadway Avenue in South Boise. It looks to me as if it is gone back to being some form of ecclesiastical meeting place but I know that for a while a number of years ago the building was sold and was used as business building of some sort. I am searching the see if I can find some old photographs of the building as it was in the 60s when I attended services there as a child andThe as an adult. The building shown here is quite spruced up to what it used to be. It was never dilapidated or anything like that the building just didn't look as spiritual as it does now. What sort of frustrating for me is that when the remodeled the building the remodeled the front of the building. That entryway used to be between two lattices that went from the concrete all the way to the top of the building. Little steel bars crisscross themselves making a perfect ladder nine or 10-year-old boys to climb. Obviously somewhere along the line somebody realize this and took them out when they did the latest remodel.

The old Boise 12^th ward sure the building with the sixth Ward. It was your standard LDS meetinghouse/ward house. There was a chapel connected to a gymnasium (social Hall) with the stage and appropriate lighting and of course a kitchen. All around these items were classrooms or smaller rooms used for various classes and smaller meetings. Very businesslike. This building had two stories in the center of the building, right over the entryway there were classrooms with Windows which opened out. Two of the classrooms were next to the aforementioned lattice and I noticed that you should be able to open the window lean out and grab a hold of the bars and pull myself out and down the lattice to freedom.I was somewhere between seven or eight or nine maybe a little older years old at this time.

The LDS church has a program for the youth from about five years old on to adulthood. But the primary school program is called “Primary”. Like the Catholic catechism usually on Saturdays it's too teach the youth/children of the church principles of the church with a fair amount of indoctrination. Primary is usually held during the week and usually a Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday. That was then nowadays things that change significantly and strictly with Covid 19 I don't know what or how they are indoctrinating children now. Primary is held after school usually around 4 PM.

I can't remember if I was in the Trekkers age group may be a little younger and how I figured out how to exit the Windows on the top floor of the building. But I did somehow. Primary as I indicated started at 4 PM usually and there's a general meeting area of all the population of the kids where they had a opening prayer some Scriptural conditioning, a little bit of fundraising called the penny parade (every week kids would be encouraged to dump change in the collection boxes for the primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake City) there is music instruction and then a breaking for classes. There was three or four of us in the Trekkers class that sat in the back rows of the chapel. As the music instruction was given we would go to the floor pull ourselves. Pew by pew to the back of the room and then roll out the back door up the stairs and into one of these rooms that had access to the grating on the sides of the building. We climbed down to the porch and offered go usually over to the Smith store or just mess around at the school across the street. I'm not sure if we climbed back up or just came in the back door for the end of primary when our parents pick us up. I'm totally surprised I didn't fall and break my neck then. Somehow I think I was always on a course for spinal cord injury one way or another…

Make It Stop!

 

I know I try to stay away or free from political walls like political issues. I just think these things are often yammering about so much on the news and, radio and everything else that you don't need the halfwit like me yammering as well but I just can't help the feelings that I'm having regarding the latest mass shooting in Colorado couple days ago. Unbelievable! When is it going to stop? And I can't believe political idiots/politicians even find something to fight about when they talk about trying to make stronger gun legislation. It's just beyond me.

I really had these feelings when the towers tumbled way back in 2001. I just couldn't get over the idea that all these people went to work that day never thinking the room and up dead at the end of the day something like 3000? And begin 10 people isn't anything like 3000 but when you see the pictures of the deceased published on the national news I get the feeling Of overwhelming shock when they realize, They're dead? ! No matter how you say it , the last things these guys thought of when they stopped at the market do some shopping That they were never going home the whole life changed if not stopped completely. It's almost comforting to think of just nothing or “the great sleep” as opposed to finding yourself in a new place and going through processing to your new life after death.

The last couple of mass shootings have not quite had the effect on me as this boulder Colorado shooting. I usually just shrug off thinking that they're not here (however when Salt Lake had a shooter at the local movie theater 10 or 20 years ago I thought deeply about that incident. That incident was local and I thought very weird). May because Boulder's closer and took place of the food grocery/ market. I go to my local market two or three times a week. I could really visualize something like that taking place at the market. This morning I had a few minutes to kill before I had to catch a bus and I needed some coffee so I went next door to the coffee shop and had them grind some coffee for me. The coffee shop, said the say, is quite a little conservative snakepit. I like the guy that owns the place and the staff and I would like to like some of the people that I see certain around the know they all had a weird values and more than one are “open carry” and they are packing drinking legal stimulants and watching Fox news and talk about how horrible the current administration is. I actually got a little bit nervous.

When I started thinking about this particular posting it was Tuesday when I was on my way to my Assist, Inc. meeting. I really wasn't thinking about much of anything except hoping the train would be on time because it was pretty cold waiting for the train and I glanced over to the cop shop across the tracks a notice for the first time the flight was flying at half staff which immediately brought back the memories of yesterday's 5 o'clock news as they tried to explain the events of the catastrophe, another catastrophe, another mass shooting. I turned and saw the flags that Intermountain medical Center but also been lowered to half staff . There wasn't much I could do except wait for the train and hope that I would be able to get to my meeting without becoming the next victim of a mass shooting…

Soup and Sandwich at Gormandese

 

I can't believe how much I enjoy public service. I know that sounds very Pollyanna-ish but I finally accepted that I might have some altruistic leanings. It's a kind of hate to admit that but some things you just have to own up to. This morning for example I was out of bed by 6 AM actually excited because I have something to do in somewhere to go even if the weather was less than ideal. Fortunately, there was no snow flying or rain falling just cold temperatures quite cold for spring – – as far as I'm concerned. I was going to actually try to leave early so I don't feel quite so pressured. I seem to do that to myself, I'm not sure why but it's pretty consistent. Today was no different even though I tried to leave a cycle earlier things just work against the today I dropped my transit ID out of its case took forever to pick it up making me miss my bus connection by 30 seconds or maybe 50 but still I could've should've made that time cycle. I had to kill 30 minutes so I crossed the street to Dee's restaurant sidled up to the counter and drank coffee like a detective and the cheap novel it would've been perfect if you could still smoke in restaurants.

I was the only board member who was able to make today's meeting which was okay with me. We did a fast meeting process 10 or 12 applications for service and soon I was on my way. I thought about traversing over to the taco time again that I did last week but I felt now that would not be right, way too much calories. I don't know what drove me northward but soon I was all the way to the second South area. And also not realized I was at one of my favorite restaurants Gourmandise A great little Parisian restaurant. It's almost a little too elitist for my taste but today I felt like treating myself. I was a bit surprised on entering they've changed the insides of a little bit seems like they've put in the tables and chairs possibly something to do with the pandemic. There were fewer people inside the my anticipated specially for it being exactly 12 o'clock lunch time. I ended up seating myself and finally had to fly down someone to take my order. I wish I could say something weird happened or maybe I'm just thankful that nothing weird happened. I ordered a lunch combo which is half a sandwich and a couple soup and I also ordered kettle chips. I was discussed in I wore my heavy hoody today– – I kept warm. Still made an insightful bib with my sloppy eating but I didn't care. I spent way too much today for lunch $16 when you include tip. But I'm okay supposedly I have my stimulus check coming one of these first days and will deduct this lunch from that and be thankful for my decadence…

Remembering Lawrence

 

One of the best things about kids is that often they think you're more than you really are. I know that's weird to say but it's true. I have two daughters one by birth one by marriage and they're both great and always amazed when they ask me questions like I might have the great answer or something like I have wisdom. What a sad thing for them to believe. Anyway, the other night one of them was texting me regarding some poetry. She shared a bit of poetry with me and I shared back a little bit of one of my favorite poets. I really don't have favorite poets all of them are great I hate to prefer one over another It's like being asked to evaluate one kid over another you love them both. But when she asked me last night who I liked I answered Lawrence Ferlinghetti the beat poet from the early days. When I answered B it was just like shooting from the hip. I knew I liked this guy, I've always liked this guy. This of course got me thinking 1. Why do I like this guy and 2. How the hell do I find this guy?

Like I said I'm not sure when I fell in love with Ferlinghetti. I can't imagine that I have a class in one of my English classes at University but it is a possibility. I love the fact that this cat was cool back in the 50s especially in the San Francisco region. There was a time when I thought SF was the coolest place on earth. I still do to a certain degree but like so many other things times have changed and the Frisco of the day is totally morphed away from what it was in the 60s. Ferlinghetti was cool. I liked his poetry one of my favorite pieces is from the volume Coney Island of the Mind Appoint a little treasure to carry around in your backpack the pullout at the end of day. It's certainly not Walden's Pond But the Coney is perfect in its own way. My favorite piece in Coney Island of the Mind A poem Which reflects My current thinking about the country right now. I was even blown away more so when she texted me that she found the volume on Amazon and had ordered it in. I'm totally excited for her. Like I said Ferlinghetti is no Frost, Poe or Coleridge but probably might be in 100 years. I genuinely think I like poetry. I like to write poetry when I get in the mood. The mood hasn't been around for a while and maybe has taken the last train to the coast with the other three guys. I wish I had the patience and may be the The skill to read poetry. I can never read the poetry like I think the writer wrote it. I like to find recorded versions of professional actors who read famous poets. They know so well how to read these guys were to break, what to emphasize when to stop when to breathe. Once I hear how the piece is supposed to be read then I can practice and maybe do as good a job. After all this time I'm still a novice when it comes to reading poetry. Perhaps, if we ever get over this Covid thing I should take a course/audit a course at the community college a down the street Street. I'm not sure how I would cope with that but it might be worth a shot.

Sunday Lunch

 

I know I've said it before but am always amazed at how quickly a day can change. When I went to bed I was thinking of putting together some kind of omelete for this morning. I've got a bunch of eggs I need to use and what a better use than a Sunday omelette? However, I fiddled around doing this in doing that would soon I was pretty much past the breakfast time. I made by special drink, he enough coffee, and had a banana and I was set. Like I said I did some piddling around a couple of crypta quotes and some time cleaning up the kitchen from yesterday's roast. Speaking of roast I was thinking of how is going to prepare my roast beef dinner for today. Dianne had a great idea of adding a can of roast beef gravy to lubricate the whole thing up a little bit and have it over rice or something or with mashed potatoes which all sounded pretty good. I just turned on my computer was about ready to start some dictation when I got a notification of a text coming in and I was pleased to see it was my son Mark Anthony. It was a little after It was about 12:30 PM Mark was common in the cityand wanted to know if I was interested in doing lunch. What a change in the direction of my day. Snow had fallen during the night and even though the clouds seem to be breaking up the temperature was still pretty brisk but lunch/breakfast sounded like a great idea for a Sunday afternoon with my son.

This is relatively new behavior going up to Sunday lunch. I don't know how often I will get such an opportunity so I jumped on invitation. We made plans to meet up at Dee's restaurant, One of two establishments at the end of my block easy access for me. How the weathermen better or at least one I would've considered other locations but this would do. I was also pleased that there wouldn't be a lot of waiting time. When he called he was on his way into the city and he could reach me in about 30 minutes which is just fine with me. I buttoned up the computer swept up little bit around the kitchen, appropriate had headed out to Dee's.

I was surprised it was way past the morning rush but the place was still fairly packed when I got to Dee's. I had to have a booth which is a little bit difficult to do in the chair but I was surprised how well it worked out. Mark join me not too long after I had been seated. I had coffee ordered already which pleased him greatly and we had a great breakfast/lunch. I ordered chicken fried steak which is probably way more calories than I needed but everything else was so much more calorie speaking. It was kind of fun just sitting there drinking coffee, watching the dark clouds ramble around the Wasatch front and threaten the restaurant going public. Maybe it was the public outspending their newly acquired stimulus money or maybe it was the public out enjoying being totally inoculated (those that are ) be an out in a public is trying to open up which is probably too soon.We talked and drank coffee and later Mark retrieved his new scooter from the trunk of his vehicle we rolled down to my apartment and talks more than he helped me out with some things that needed done. Specifically pulling a dead envelope out of my printer and talking art… Totally different than our thought my Sunday would turn out…

The Roast

 

 

My house smells splendid I'm at the end of a 4 ½ hour cooking session of roast beef in the bag. This is that infamous roast I purchased five or six days ago in the “throw away” meat section that I was frightened I was going to lose before I had a chance to process the protein. Remember, I purchased the London broil the same day and I ended up cooking the broil the second day slices up it's been quite perfect to have around for snacking in such. I was a little bit more concerned about the roast however it was a big guy or is a big guy3.7 pounds would seem like it was huge when I got it. The meat had languished for some time in the been, when I picked it up, it loss that brilliant red color that fresh meats have but that's okay. I have found that aged meat is somewhat better at least I like it or don't have a problem with meat that's a little bit dark. There's a good passage in Shogun ,The novel Of aEnglish man Lost in Japan in the feudal times. There's a piece in the novel where an individual dies because he takes a game bird down that the character was lettingCure or basically rot before he cooked it. So I justify purchasing discolored meet by just referencing the pieces cured and ready to cook.

I thought about taking the easy way out and throwing the meat into one of my crockpots but the one crockpots that I know would be large enough to handle the cut is up on my shelf that I don't dare try to bring down with a hook. The other crackpot is just way too small especially if I wanted to have any vegetables with the meat – – which I do.

I started the process rather late this afternoon around 2:30 PM. I had made a very good breakfast and I was still enjoying the bacon and eggs and English muffin. I purchased a pound of thick bacon a few weeks ago and fried the bacon up this morning it was perfect. I will have ingredients for omelettes the rest of the week I'm pretty lucky. It's a rainy day today even snowflakes intermingled with some of the falling rain. No reason to leave the apartment except to check my mail. So it's been a good day to cook. I still saw myself not really wanting to dive in and put the roast on but I ended up calling Dianne, who encouraged me to put the dinner on which I did. It took a lot of work, well not necessarily a lot of work but just focus on the work at hand to cut the meat from the plastic packaging and put it in the plastic cooking bag with the flour, carrots, potatoes and of course savory onions. That was four hours ago I think it's about ready now at least it smells that way. I noticed on the sharing On the shelf this morning there were some interesting rolls that might be Just perfect To make this roast a meal.

I know this is a pretty lame posting but when it's a cloudy rainy day outside its hard to find anything more exciting to write about them cooking 3 pound roast I wish you could smell it it's delightful…

Happy Friday Evening

 

My 80+ something neighbor, Billie lost her younger brother yesterday or possibly the day before. To me it was kind of a bizarre situation he came down with a number of weird ailments the last month and then died. I don't think it had anything to do with Covid 19 or the fact that this all took place in Wyoming and that's not the issue. The issue is Billie is in that odd predicament folks get in soon becoming the last surviving member of the “old” family. That family made up of brothers and sisters usually sometimes cousins and other extended family members but were all contemporaries and naturally as things age everything ages out and families do too. Billie is quite upset not super upset. She didn't choose to see him in the latter days of his life to the one severe winter storm curtailing much travel in that region. However, Billie is going to the funeral and a couple of days, she'll be flying I think with a younger family member.

As you, the committed reader know, my family – – even though we are adopted one where the other – – have only lost one family member thus far, the oldest Floyd. I have four siblings older than me and I'm 70 years old so their way old. I have a number of younger members as well in any one of us can kick off at any time that's true but it makes sense the oldest will go first. I don't know how much I believe that's going to happen but I sense it could be happening soon. I don't even know how things will go. At this point I don't even think I'm going to have a funeral. However I must admit that I least I'm begin to talk about the event of my passing rest before I was so adamant against the idea of passing on I refuse to talk about it. I didn't even want to do a DNR and quite frankly I still don't but I need to as far as cut and expenses as everything is about money, really in the end. As usual Dianne has been doing a lot of research in this area has found a unique method of cremation not by fire but by some kind of natural phenomenon I'm sure is all kinds of chemicals involved but they're kind to the earth chemicals and a lot less expensive than the current ripoff system. I need to find out more about this system – – later than sooner. I don't think I'm going to have a funeral of any kind is the kindest thing I can do for my family seriously I mean what's the point? Specially in this day and age when travel still somewhat hindered as is the pandemic though it seems like were given on top of the pandemic finally. I think a lot of people have done some reevaluation however and have figured out what's important and not so important. The living are important but better just husks in the wind did I just murder a metaphor oh well… Sue me.

My Meat-O-Rama

 

I don't know for sure what I'm going through right now with some kind of protein crisis or meat crisis. Maybe it started the other day with my trip to my assistant meeting and I stopped off at the Taco Time on the way home got a “meat stick” a.k.a. deep-fried meat burrito. Anyway, earlier this month when I was shopping one evening I bought two different kinds of hotdog/wieners and also some high-end hotdog buns. I have managed to open the wieners and it had one complete hotdog with mustard and ketchup so far. The package now sits in the refrigerator challenging me and vexing me at the same time to finish them. Mind you I also have a package of smoked turkey slices I got yesterday with the protein binge. 2 pounds worth sliced turkey that's a lot of meat! I don't know what I was thinking more like I was hungry or anything I just kept thinking “a stimulus check is on its way I can more than a for this”. Now I'm having to figure out will do with the pound and three quarters of smoked turkey slices – – obviously I had turkey slices last night for dinner – – I can only eat so much smoked turkey in one sitting. In the coup de grace is that as I was wondering around the meat section at the Super Smith on 80^th South (remember yesterday was my visit to the podiatrist which is that 8822 South Redwood Rd. just down the street from the super Smiths) in the “throw away” meat section or “reduced for quick sale” there was a beautiful little London broil as well as a huge roast! They were both at half-price one for six dollars one for $13 dollars I bought them both. I really do anything like this especially other market so far away from my apartment. But since I was purchasing a dishwashing pan I had something to carry my protein with I just went for it.

Now not only do I have open hotdogs in the fridge as well as open sliced smoked turkey I have a pound and a half of London broil and a 3 pound roast all of which need serious attention on going to lose them I have to make some decisions. This morning (I'm always much more courageous in the mornings I think it's a sleep thing) I decided I would look up the recipe for stovetop London broil and just do it and I did. I actually followed directions rubbed the meet with soft butter both sides, shake pepper and I used garlic salt, I did not have any dried mustard which the recipe called for but that's okay, I cooked the London broil three minutes on each side. I know that sounds easy but for me leaving that meat on that cast-iron's skillet and not manically flipping the meat over was a real challenge but I did it three minutes and flip three minutes more. The outside of the steak was getting a bit charred but that's okay gives the piece character. Inside the meat was pink and kind of bleeding some places but I removed the meat from the pan to the cutting board to rest and fawned over my piece of meat and grabbed my largest rocker knife sliced up the whole steak doing quality-control tasting along the way.

So at least now the London broil will not go to waste regardless. I'll go ahead and bag the steak slices and eat them over the next day or so. I'm thinking I'm going to take a couple hot dogs out put them in a plastic bag and the same with the turkey slices and commit the rest of the deep freeze for another point in time. That leaves of course one giant roast which I'm committed to roasting tomorrow. I could've done it today but didn't want to push my luck. With the meat roasted I can cut the roast and half the now freeze the rest. Just as a side note as much as I hate to think about doing it going to do a cleansing or partial cleansing of my freezer. Go to get rid of things I've gotten from the food bank though I thought I would eat but I've never going to do so I know that replace that with items like this roast in Turkey which I know I will eat in time that's what freezers are for right?…

Dr. Richard--Podiatrist

 

My major event today was my trip to the podiatrist. I have a schedule set up now I visit this guy every nine weeks, rain or shine, I jump the bus itself on Redwood Road to the south Jordan transit hub and then take another bus a few more blocks to the office. What a sweet deal for the podiatrist. They must make a fortune off of seniors whose toes always seem to be needing attention in one form or another. I've been going to Richard (my podiatrist) for about four years now as long as I've been out on my own again. In that time I found that there are one or two podiatrists who come to this building once or twice a year it seems like it could be more about don't think so and does the old people's toes here. I don't think it's humanitarian sure they're all linked into Medicare medical of one sort or another and that's okay I don't begrudge them. Had I known of these visits I may not of never met Richard but I've really grown to like the little guy.

I don't think I gave podiatrists the respect they deserve. I sort of, sadly, equated these guys the same way as I do dentists. These professions are real professions of their own right but should we really call them doctors? Now that I've gotten to know my dimmest personally as I do in the same way with my podiatrist I say yes. Especially, my podiatrist who outlined for me once the whole process of having to go through medical school just like “real” doctors. He had to go through the same process interning and doing a residency. Interestingly as a side note when I was in the dental chair last week I overheard my dentist complain about how disappointed he had been his life as a professional at always having to clarify that he was a doctor of dentistry whenever a reduced is just Dr. Alan. He noted that the only saw a shadow, it seemed, to cross the eyes of the people he's talking to when he identifies himself as a dentist. I could tell that really hurt his feelings. I mean I've often thought while the given the dental school are not just go to medical school? Take the same amount of time in the same classes pretty much. But people maybe people just want to be dentists because the whole dental thing intrigues them to the level of wanting to help humanity from the oral standpoint. In the same holds true with podiatrists. I think there's three brothers and my podiatrists family. Richard has a son just finishing podiatry school will soon be practicing probably with his dad which is great!

Now I know Richard is local culture (LDS) it's obvious but somehow today we begin talking about religious experiences, and I've certainly had my share, it got really strange really quickly and soon we were speaking of casting out demons or demonic possession and experiences we both had (and the market go any further than that right now). Now the LDS faith has a number of different levels just like every faith has some more spiritual than others some more mystic than others and some more charismatic than others. We just briefly scratched the surface but until we both knew what we are both talking about and I don't know if we'll ever get any further than that. Richard of course is a high priest and I of course I'm nonpracticing if not totally out – – if one can ever get totally out of a cult. Did I just say that? Oh well, I better get another cup of coffee and think about it…

My Guilty Pleasure

 

I cannot believe how easily satisfied that I am when the item I want falls into my like today. I have to admit the day wasn't necessarily pristine as far as warm but the day was not bad either and far from the day of stormy windy weather that the weather forecasters kind of predicted. For the most part the sun shone on me today as I wandered about my duties. I was just excited to be out on the system after screwing off yesterday completely. After being late last Assist, Inc. meeting I was late to I just wanted to be there at the proper time so I figured I would leave much earlier than before.

I actually got to my Assist meeting with about 25 minutes to spare. I even stopped at the pastry shop next door and grabbed some coffee. Mind you this was even after I had grabbed a breakfast cheese, sausage and biscuit clone from Wendy'sand halfway through my delicious breakfast realizing I had not taken my morning medications and I'd left without grabbing my favorite sign off-pen. I actually went back home got the meds in the pen returned and still got downtown to the coffee shop and to the office of time to burn. I was really excited what can I say?

For that, got the office I had figured the day would be warmer but I felt rather chilly for as warm as it was supposed to be. I was a bit early and spent time gabbing with the staff as my partner Caroline finally to the office and we could begin our meeting at 11 AM. It's always amazing how grand warmth feels when you're freezing some like food when you're hungry and water when you're thirsty. The meeting was okay. We are still getting to know each other is a group or committee and this is particularly true with the leader of the group, Andreas. I'm forcing myself really hard to see them as his own person and not as Dave's replacement. Andrea's continues to learn the role and feels like he's making mistakes – – at least I feel that he is because I tend to compare them to what Dave did but then again Dave did it for almost 40 years. I wasn't totally excited with white David things. Still it's hard not to compare and I force myself to be nonbiased. The meeting went okay I don't really totally understand Andreasen system but as long as they're happy I'm happy. As always as a volunteer on the board my job is to show up and make the operation look good, or at least to try.

I stayed for about 10 minutes after the meeting closed again gabbing with staff and my fellow volunteer but as soon as I could I took my leave and headed out. I've been thinking about this moment for about two days. I was going to go over for five blocks head over to Taco Time one of my favorite places on earth and where I really should my guilty pleasures. Today was that day. I knew exactly what I wanted so when time came that I was in front of the order counter ordering the fried meat breed it was easy or as I call them the “meat stick”. You must remember that I had a fat bomb for breakfast so ordering the meat stick was a little dis—serving. Too fat bombs Monday do I dare? I dare. I even dared to order the Mexi-tots. I was in heaven. It's just the little things that can make me happy. I scarfed everything down not necessarily quickly but it was time to get back to the apartment to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. I justified my lunch reward for my service to the community and folks who need these desperately needed housing services and maybe even a little guilty pleasure or to

Dream People

 

Don't you just want sometimes sit down and get to know those people in your dreams? I mean really who are the dream people? I about this a lot usually right after waking when many of those images are still fresh in my mind, before they begin to fade, loose substance, and eventually disappear except for an occasional hiccup during the day when you might for an instant return to a dream you had the night before but very seldom do you actually see the dream person.

Wonder if dreams are the ultimate alternate universe. Whole universes each of us make every night when our heads hit the pillow and hopefully come to consciousness on some distant shore of “reality”. Clearly I'm not the first one to of considered such options all the great writers have most famously Shakespeare as well as Poe . They all wrote about their dreams as was the great shrinks of our culture around the turn of the 20^th century. They be are totally believed the phenomenon of dreams populated with dream people but they certainly figured something was there and Mr. Shakespeare certainly wrote about it more than most. I really like the movie Inception . Inception Was all about dreaming of what goes on inside dreams and trying to control that energy but it really wasn't about the people The movie was about a concept and the protagonist surviving were goes on inside the dreams. I'm interested in the people who populate these dreams. If remember the Matrix It wasn't necessarily a dreamThese guys are at a whole universe and all the little pod folk those amoeba like people in the capsules were all dreaming's but still not the same as I'm laboring to establish.

Of course I really like the clause I supernatural things that are easy to bring about in the dream whether it's flying or in my case actually walking, having a handgrip can be able poop by myself. But still, this is not the people that I talked to our become involved with in the dream state and they all just poof vanish when I wake. I wonder what they think when all of a sudden they're talking to me and also number longer there in the dream world. I wonder if the dream world goes on after I leave. I would sure like to think so. So many times the dream worlds like alternate universes they're very similar to what's going on in the real world but not exactly the same usually this so different that, maybe not at first but at some point you realize you're in a dream and not conscious reality. I really liked the concept from Inception Participants in the dream segments all have a little thing in their pocket stick in touch to let them know that there inside a dream and can exit should they need to. Sometimes I think that would be great in real life if life were but a dream-Merrily merrily merrily life is but a !…

Sunday Frustration

 

I hate it! I just hate it! I know passwords are important actually the probably vital but I still hate them there my bane and scourge to my life. I live in dread of power surges or whatever else happens that suddenly wipes clean your password identities. Case in point today of course. I have actually been pretty focused on picking up the apartment trying to mop some of the crowd off the floor in front of the refrigerator following container of cottage cheese slipped out of my hand and exploded on the floor throwing its white scuddy slime all over the floor. This was last night just before bedtime.I should about responsibleand taking the time to mop up the messbut I was exhausted and wanted to get the sack. So I tore a couple of paper towels and threw them on the floor and tapped the paper towels down with one of my hooks hoping they would absorb the fluid. That's a whole other story.

I really wanted to get to my blog early today so I could maybe focus on a few other things but something happened somewhere and when I tried to access the Internet where I keep one of my electoral journals I was denied access I was totally blocked from getting on electronic highway. This is happened before and in the be four times Dianne wrestled down the solution or as able to get a hold of Mark Anthony, my semi-quasi-resident computer expert to come in get me back online. None of those options seem to be available today so, I researched on my cell phone, possible solution which is turning the CPU on and off at the modem level and I just must confess this terrifies me. I just barely know what the modem is not sure even now. But since I did have access to the Internet via my cell phone I checked just to see what would happen and I searched my provider and sure enough they actually had a video of a possible solution. And again just as the notes from the computer instigated that I turned the modem on and off by unplugging the modem from the power source. I tried and tried to pull the modem out with one of my hooks. I could see the modem and legacy of plug-in on the modem and that plug could be pulled out and plugged in our problems would be solved. In frustration I knew I was going to have to see if I could find an able-bodied person with the hand function to do my bidding is that when Iwithout into the hall I saw my neighbor in the parking lot struggling to get groceries from the boot of her car into the building. I usually see her drive into the parking lot and go out and help but I did not see her coming today. So I did go out and help and drafted her into my solution plan and it worked.

Back online I tried to get into my Amazon account and for whatever reason my password was fried it wouldn't work. Rather than try to guess that the last password I used I just submitted the (forgot password) selection and spent the next hour trying to produce a password the machine would accept finally doing so only with the use of my cell phone taking a picture of the password I produced then being able to reproduce that password again in the confirmation section and finally I was back into my Amazon account. So much frustration. I immediately canceled the call I had to my son for help. I was able to download the movie I want to watch this afternoon and maybe have time to watch this evening as I get ready to start a new week. I just don't need this kind of frustration but as the great Bard said “all's well that ends well oh hell!”

Saturday Nightcap blah

I'm not sure what's going on right now but I seem to be a plateau. It could be a transition phase as we go from winter to spring. In fact this evening is the spring ahead phase of daylight savings time. I'm really ambivalent about the whole event except for that fact I'm going to have to mess with all the clocks in the house but have to be changed now. I have a digital clock by my bed, there is one on my computerspace CPU, this clock is a Deseret industries digital clock which cost a dollar. By about five of a couple years ago just let always have one.then there are other clocks in the kitchen when on the stove to just be reset, and microwave clock. I'm getting more and more proficient at setting these clocks so the process does not intimidate me nearly as much as it used to plus I have all the directions to the smart clocks close by. So I spring ahead today at 2 AM. This always confuses me I try to figure out that men go to have more daylight at the end of the day are just exactly what. I just end up having to live through the day to see how it's going to work out. Usually by Monday him acclimated and begin as we begin the second year of lockdown released pandemic awareness time distancing the matters near as much as it used to.

I did my recreational jaunt up to the market this afternoon. I have pretty much wasted the day watching old Marvel movies – – and they are old now – – I could not get motivated to do anything else quite frankly I'm surprised I dreamt last down to the market. I only went for bananas I only have one banana left so I figure that would be a fast run but I got sidetracked and other events. I even purchased a half a pound of brisket – – which I never do is to fatty but I got some today. And besides bananas I got expensive hotdog buns and a loaf of bread. I'm sure want to go to use two of the hotdog buns and probably four pieces of bread before it goes bad. I even got potato chips which I need like a hole in the head. I replenished by grape supply – – this time I went with green grapes – – more cottage cheese is some incidental vegetables like green pepper. It was kind of strange because none of the usual checkers were working today which kind of bummed me out. I really like seeing the regular crew. It gives me some form regularity but were all off tonight I felt cheated.

I was kind of surprised at how chilly the ride home was from the market. I was vexed as I waited for the light to cross the intersection. Seemed to take forever before changed my favor. People are beginning to brave the restaurants, markets and bars I guess. Enough people of been immunized that folks are beginning to let their guard down and get back in the public. The lights at the local restaurants seem to be shining brighter this evening as I came home. It seemed that people really were out and about trying to enjoy the evening. I'll just keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best make sure I've got my mask at the ready

Governor's Committee For People With Disabilities (?)

 

Wow it's not like it was a super busy day it was not just that so many things are happening right now, having a difficult time wrapping my mind around some of them. Remember, the meeting I sat in on yesterday? The Gov.'s Council actually it was the Governor's Committee for something I cannot recall exactly what but at one time it was the Governor's Committee for the Employment of People With Disabilities. That particular name came about after some earlier names which were quite in today's enlightenment almost derogatory to folks with disabilities and the whole employment system. In the previous days I've been on such committees one and Idaho for the city of Blackfoot. On the grassroots levels these committees were called the Mayor's Committees for the Employment of People With Disabilities. I attended the monthly meetings which was usually set at a restaurant with different employers with the idea that we were getting folks with disabilities who are looking for work in front of those folks who could hire them. I was a long-range planner for Sheltered workcenter which used to be called workshops but fill out a parlance for the same reason handicapped was changed to “people with disabilities”. In Blackfoot there was great to have the company by my lunch in the think about a lot of lunches for various employers of the community but I never saw a lot of people get hired anywhere. I was a little disillusioned but it was part of the job and I liked sitting next to other folks from the private nonprofit and government sectors were my friends and buddies. We all got together, ate lunch listened to a speaker and went back to our office and I was always sure to include my attendance at these functions of my monthly report – – very important.

I sort of felt like Rip van Winkle waking up, or Capt. America been thought out from the ice when I realized this “governors council” was actually the state level of the employment program are on this level called the Governor's Committee for the Employment People With Disabilities. I actually worked with an organization that kind of didn't support this operation here in Salt Lake or Utah. We may have had a person on the Committee just because it was expected but it wasn't me. There is some opposition on a national level because there are some thought about using people with disabilities as a token. We've come a long ways in a lot of situations of disability political correctness and everything else the last bunch of years and unlike think things are different but I certainly got a lot of the same feeling at the zoom meeting I was part of. Luckily, the camera on my flatscreen and fallen off and no one can see my face which I'm sure would've given away my feeling had anyone been watching when I was donned by the revelation of the meeting I was participating in. I'm now having to sift through my feelings and adjudicate whether oh will be part of this group especially after having this minor presentation at the end of the meeting about how much I enjoyed being part of a meeting again. People laughed people felt sure I was being truthful (and I was) but the same time have we come very far at all? I have to figure this out. Luckily, right now I'm just a visitor I have no power, I do not vote on the board/committee and that sort of a early dating situation. We just have to make sure it's the right fit are no feeling all. Seriously, I just need to be patient the right chance to serve well come along . Until then I got the blog, Covid shot number two and a whole spring and summer to look forward too and let me remind you when I started this blog there are number of things going on that's trying to wrap my mind around this with just one maybe I'll get the others later on in the weekend but until then happy Friday at the weekend…

Dental Fun

Are you pretty much it was going to be a good day when I woke there is daylight in the room! Very rarely do I wake up and there's like in the room from the outside. There is no sunshine course it's a cloudy day with even possibilities the snow which only makes sense because I'm going to have to be out in the elements for a little bit rolling over to the doctor's office/dental office for the work done on my teeth scheduled for today at 10 AM. It was 7 AM and I was astounded but I still had way more than enough time to get up and get ready to make the role across the street.

I must confess I was pretty excited. It was going to be a N2O nitrous oxide day. What used to be a white knuckle morning filled with fear and anxiety is now one of almost giddy expectation of putting on what I call the “clown nose” and huffing my way to an exaggerated bliss level while the dentist and staff go to work from my mouth. This is truly bizarre behavior for anyone who knows who I am in the fear that I've carried for this profession for the majority of my 70 years but not anymore I'm like born-again. I pretty much just piddle around the apartment since I didn't want to get into anything significant before going across the street. I checked the mail visited with department manager about my neighbors one particular use leaving the property. Then back to the apartment to wait. Now didn't have any breakfast are even any coffee because I didn't want to have the dentist exposed to “coffee breath” a brush my teeth again as well as washed out the mouth with blue-green mouthwash and to be sure and to be sure catheterized one more time push down as much liquid as possible so I never have to relive having to have my dentist assisting catheterization climbing the dental chair. I'm still getting over that and I really appreciate his willingness to give me a hand ;-) that didn't come out right. I got at least two messages and one recorded phone call that emphasized not to show up at the office before five minutes of your scheduled appointment. I did okay do the right time. I think I can gotten better 20 minutes early and they would've made room for me. I really lucky because they like me a lot.

It was like old home week my rolled him I felt like a brother coming home from war and everybody stops what they're doing to say hi you know what probably more like Norm from the cheers gang every time he would come into the bar. That's how it feels when I roll into the dentist office in a secret side door that only staff gets to use. The always do me in chair number two . There are three chairs in this little office and they squeeze me in between chair to chair three. After spending enough time with social etiquette of letting everyone know that I'm well and doing fine and catching up since the last visit I invert my chair and Cindy puts on my “clown nose” turns on the nitrous- oxide and I start huffing my brains out and trying not to act stupid or inappropriate. The only time I even came close was when I asked Cindy to take a top-down to have a selfie with me and it took her a second to realize I was talking about her mask. That got a good laugh and for a short while I felt at home in almost enjoyed anesthetic needles and drilling on my face…

602 S. Latah

 

This is the closest any objective findings the green shade house on Latah of course this is only a portion and this is the middle family

I've talked about my early morning revelation/inspiration where thoughts sometimes tumbled into my mind and I can't really get rid of them at the moment however they tend to fade as I gain more consciousness in the day erases the ideas even further, nothing but a frustration in my chest that wanted to be born but because my inactivity was not. If I sacrifice the possibility of further sleep rolling over and accessing my cell phone , my equivalent of a notepad and paper by my bed, and dictating if you comments I can develop these thoughts into beautiful/pristine documents. Obviously that never happens is you have yet to find those kind of documents. I have done this before though and at least allows me to develop these ideas. The trade-off in doing so however is that when I do such a thing invariably I become too excited and basically have to kiss off sleep for the rest of the day.

Today,once again, I had such inspirations. Today I away thinking about the house on Latah Street, you know the one 602 S. Latah? The green shade house? I was surprised a few moments ago I actually do a search on the blog for “Latah” Street and I was totally surprised at how many blog postings I've done regarding not only Latah but early-morning ponderings. This is not new territory but what is was actually taking the pondering to a new step. I held onto the inspiration and by the way today's inspiration was the layout of the house by that I mean the floor plan. Many times I play with the idea of sketching out the floor plans but I never get around to it and I don't know I don't know if my thoughts are valid. A couple of days ago I spoke with my older brother and asked him this question and would he be willing to sketch out the floor plan of the flat out told me he just didn't remember about the house which has been interpreted for me as he doesn't want to think about that time in his life and I have to let him have that goes I guess it was pretty rough there for a while. So I called his older sister Faye, the potato Chip chick. What a great idea! Not only did she remember this Faye has an incredible memory which is also a trained draftsperson working for Lockheed or some other airplane Corporation out of Kansas.

I was so excited when I got her on the phone this morning and went over the idea with her. Of course she said she would do the project and even more exciting was she be excited to do that project. I told just to sketch something not a problem but she said no she would do it professional that's what she is trained to do. Then she told me a lot of stories about the old place that I did know anything about. I didn't know that when my dad and his family moved into that place sometime during the 40s that the place didn't even have a bathroom to have an outhouse top of the chicken coop. But even more exciting was that my dad had actually dictated his history onto a CD-ROM that all the family was supposed of gotten a course which I did not get but I won't go into that. My sister Faye is going to make a copy are downloaded to her hard drive and send me a copy of the document over email. This is just totally exciting I can hardly wait.I hope she's quick at least with the drawings I don't know why this excites me so much but it does… I miss that old place

Things Coming… Something Good

I don't know if I've mentioned before that I currently do not have a housekeeper and slowly by slowly my apartment is dropping into full chaos. Fortunately, my current person who does my morning program three times a week will do some basics like sweep the floor and sswifter the floor and basic picking things up. However, things like my mail random pieces of paper scraps, writing wrappers etc. are piling up. I should have the will keep things picked up that they always get you on my control.

For example it would be tots actually trying to put some order on the desk behind my computer, you know the participants get when they see me on Zoom and I'm not worried about me but the chaos behind me. I know it's pretty shallow and to worry about what people think of my living scenario but that's just me Shallow Mark – – that be the premise for a movie? Anyway, I'm seriously considering trying to find a housekeeper but the message about this the other night now they think about it? The point I'm laboring to make is that I was digging down to the bottom of my stacks of papers and I find my current wheelchair evaluation done by my occupational therapist and the DME guy who's actually going to put the chair together. I was so fascinated by the document. I must've seen this before because it with my stuff that I came away from the meeting with my two chair professionals. However I guess I really did not pay much attention to the document until today. I thought it was fascinating to see all the items that I will have on my new chair nicely documented all of one space. The only thing that would give me more information would be if the actual price followed each item. Of course that doesn't happen that probably would scare me to death (even though I'm not directly paying for the device). Perhaps the most exciting feature on this new chair going to be the elevator function which will not only assist me in attending parades and other gathering are human beings tend to left to stand in front of me but also hopefully shopping been able to reach residing on the top shelf that only now is accessed by cornering some unsuspecting walking person or when I remember to bring my hook. Close observation of other items on the list would be the possibility of ordering a larger set of motors but according to the DME guy quantum or colors no longer even have access to both motors which would give me the extra 2 miles an hour I quest for. I am trying not to get my hopes up. I don't want to be a kid again waiting for a new Schwinn bicycle only be offered JC Higgins bike. (And seriously, I grew to love my JC Higgins Flyer ). I know I will grow to appreciate whatever power chair I finally get if and when that power chair ever arrives. But there's just something about seeing the evaluation all written out in freehand that makes you think the chair is actually coming…