Time To Sketch or Not

 

I want to try again! I don't know this because it's spring or because I happened to notice one of my tablets in the creative cabinet or what but all the sudden I've got a almost overpowering urge to do a little bit of drawing. I was go through this at some point in the year that's all I can do to keep from running out and purchasing another tablet that's the last thing I need is more blank paper. I have so many tablets now I get embarrassed just thinking about the amount of blank sheets I have. Seems like at least once a year someone remembers that I I have had a hankering to draw and invariably gets me a new drawing or sketchpad. Then I'm caught with a momentary fit of anxiety of what I'm going to do with this!?

I don't know what I was doing this afternoon are actually this morning the open door to my cabinet and saw this tablet, hanging out. Honestly, I been kind to searching for one of my tablets all week I have art pens on my desk in front of my computer screen and they always seemed to mock me about how much I'm not using them. I even imagined it threatening me that if I don't pick them up and start using them soon to go to dry out perhaps worse not dry out completely but be so faded that the really quite unusable because I like a bold black line when I draw. When I pulled out the tablet in question I realized that I've had this tablet for maybe 20 years. The cultural moment or two of frantic scribbling/drawing and then quietly put the pad away for however long it takes again before my motivation overcomes my fear of Mark making. In fact I think I'm going to take this giant step of pulling off all the pages that seem to a lost their perforation and are just hanging by the last couple of pieces of paper. Seriously, it will not be a great loss. The markings on these papers are pretty wild and unstructured and to some degree embarrassing. It's not like I've come a long way but I have an issue with getting rid of things I've created. And maybe that's the test am faced with now pulling off all the attempts at sketching an image making I've produced over the last 20 years and throwing them away and focusing on the pieces of sketch paper left and see if I can fill them out in the time I have left. I don't mean to make this a dark post. To be honest I don't have any kind of Intel about anything seriously happening with me or my body but the point is I'm 71 years old and there is a stop sign inside I just don't know how far in front of me it is but it's good to be ready in case in case someone has to makea quick stop.…

Sweet To Eat!

 

I am not really but I like to think of myself as a licorice aficionado. And I'm so naïve I do not have a handle of how many different kinds of licorice there is, especially exotic kinds. But I do know what I like and I like Nibs which is a brand of licorice made by Twizzler. I don't know if Twizzler was the original producer of the small bite-size pieces of licorice I've only seen bags of the licorice now in stores for the first time.

I've always loved licorice I remember on trips up to Canada, as a kid, I would fortify myself with penny candy I found a different stores along the trip when we stop for gas or whatever. Licorice pipes, and licorice boot laces. The boot laces came in in both traditional black as well as red licorice which is either strawberry or cherry. I wasn't much for the red licorice but I did love the black licorice. There is also little black bears and you can always buy a rectangular pull part bar licorice which I can't seem to find much anymore at least not from Twizzler. There's another big candy brand that puts out licorice which they feel is similar to Nibs that there was no comparison to flavor – – in my estimation.

I really miss the penny candy section of stores like they used to have. Now the closest we have is the candy selections at like convenience stores like 7-Eleven. The price is so exorbitant I guess we should call it dollar candy. What kind of freaks me out as wells that depending on which island gets into at the market you can't buy just one candy bar one candy thing and no penny candy that's for sure. The candy section in the market is almost industrial size candies but you have to buy the whole packet which is kind of overkill. Twizzler's nibs used to come in small packages that you can buy for five cents which was enough to get you enough candy to get you through the afternoon of school following lunch break. That was still when you could buy candy from the candy machine at junior high and high schools, those are a thing of the past which is kind of a shame.

I also liked jaw breakers. I especially liked the red hots are the Atomic jaw breakers. These are great for fourth period Right after lunch. If you didn't get caught you can suck on that thing for half the class. The only problem was what made the jaw breaker atomic was its liberal use of cinnamon. Which would radiate from my mouth all over my section of the classroom totally alerting bottle in my classmates but also the teacher. Atomics and corn nuts were dead giveaways get yourself in trouble with a great way for the teacher to collect treats which I know she took home after confiscation. I noticed the other day they still are selling forms of sugar daddies – – caramel on a stick. Used to have a cousin called black cows but I haven't seen you then some time. The black cow might be out there for knows where to go but maybe they disappeared because the black cow was just not politically correct. Kind of sad but at least I have access to nibs for now…

Hook Less

 

I'm really quite surprised at how well I'm functioning. I woke at 3:13 AM, you know the typical up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom thing. But as I was finishing my business I end up nudging the control pendant which operates my electric bed. The pendant used to have a plastic hook on the back of the device to hang it from various items which I used quite frequently. Little plastic hook was really handy a couple of days ago I dropped the pendant on the floor and of course the item lit squarely on the plastic hook and snapped it off. This does not sound like a big deal, and I wouldn't think it's so but I've really come to depend on this plastic hook on the back of my pendant. Without the hook dependence free to slide wherever it'll go and that's what happened this morning. It's up there with some of my worst type reality nightmares. This morning was a good example I had the back of the bed tilted up significantly (which I do when I sleep just helps you sleep) in my chair was right next to the bed of course so is really limited on what I could reach over and grab. I have been extremely careful to hang the pendant on whatever I could wedge it on so as not to fall. But this morning as I was putting my urinary equipment away I'd inadvertently placed the pendant on the pillow and I bumped the pillow of course the pendant slid right on the floor. I was kind of freaked out. I really felt like I want to go back to sleep but I tried it the more I tried the more worried about what happened if I can't retrieve that pendant? I really am kind of trapped if this should happen at the day it did happen. Probably an hour into my trying to get back to sleep I realized that I'm not good to be able to sleep Or do anything else until I can figure out this problem. I thought about calling my brother, the fire department of course, the Resident Adviser, at this place, but that was probably a no go at 4 AM are what of the time was now. I rolled over little more turned on the light and looked down to the floor and to my delight I could see the coiled rubber cord laying on line on the floor actually easily accessible if I could reach it trouble is I could not. That's what I realized because I was sort of folded up in the bed I don't know if I was able to reach the cell phone. So I don't know if I could actually contact any of those possible backups I just mentioned. Luckily for me however, I did have my long hook which is favorably bent so as I could slide the hook under the coiled cord and pull it up which I did! I was so relieved I cannot stand it.

I did not realize that after this securing of the pendant I must've fallen asleep for a little bit, still not enough to be the big difference but I do remember a dream and so obviously I did sleep maybe for an hour and maybe that's all I needed. Now I need to order a new pendant which will take two or three days to get here at a cost of $85. That's okay, this is important but I fix this problem. Until then I must be hypervigilant to be sure this doesn't happen again…

Chair Fix… Hopefully

 

I'm so fortunate that I have a great wheelchair mechanic like Allen. Saturday night when I went to bed I noticed that once again the connector on the back of my arm of my power chair had once again become unconnected to the chair itself. I really think it's a major design flaw with this fragile device which has what I call “push me pull me” threads conveniently hangs right at the back of my chair so when I'm in bed and the chairs right next to my bed I end up grabbing hold of this device to augment me turning myself onto my side which is how I sleep. Now since the scolding I got from the last time from Allen when he had the repair my chair, I've been trying mightily not to handle this piece of equipment that it came undone all by itself… I guess. Anyway, first thing I did this morning was taken image of the problem to send to my wheelchair guy and quite shockingly you message me back immediately. He had been in contact with one of the actual repair guys in the shop and they came up with an idea that might be a solution. I kind of skeptical I'm certainly willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and with that Allen indicated the time he could come out (today!) And apply the device that he and Mercedes came up with last week.

My day was relatively uneventful – – which is good. I didn't feel like rocking back and forth on my wound, even though it was covered over by my nurse Sydney. After the last two men are 80° days the days are taking the downturn in temperature only getting to the lower 70s with significant cloud cover. There even talked about rain tonight and tomorrow right through my trek into Salt Lake for my Assist Assist. Perhaps the most exciting part of my whole day was the jazzing up of a bag of stew I got from the food bank with the remains of the roast beef brought over by Bridget Gabe last night, which was excellent, with a potato diced and a couple of carrots from the Provider. The concoction turned out pretty good even though I scorched the bottom of the pan which I worked hard not to do warming the whole selection up on attribute for one of those devices you put on the burner between the heat source and the pot of food. Another challenge to wash up once I get Gabriel over here and then you a great job on my other pan.

Later in the day Allen returned with the device that he and spoken of earlier and actually attached the device to my chair. Were both excited about how well this piece will work. For all of Allen's work I should've just jumped in the bed right then and try to out but I couldn't. Tonight we'll see. I hope that it works I hope it will keep me from doing any more destructive things to my chair after all we can always hope…

Grand Daughters

 

                            

Denver

Brisa

I cannot believe how much I seem to be changing on certain things in aspects at this late stage of my life. I've always considered myself a distant grandparent, at best. I still have significant reservations but I think I'm making some inroads. I'm saying this because of how the visit with the girls this last weekend went. Our visit was not earthshaking, no thunder and lightning bolts but just quiet visiting and relaxing which I almost find difficult to believe.

So much fun when the group walked in on Friday night and Denve r the oldest of the two granddaughters walked in with her “ax” or electric guitar. She didn't have a amplifier or amp but still is able to play music and she did a concert of one song the following morning. In our discussion I found that she is actually written enough music and actually produced a record album! I'm not totally sure what phase of production this is and if it's ever going to be anything significant well the album already is to me as you hear me talking about it I think I am coming off as a proud grandparent. Amazing. She obviously is proud of her guitar in her music as I am that she carried her guitar is kind of a symbol of her coolness which I think is totally important to any adolescent.

Just younger than Denver is Brisa. Brisa is entirely different than her sister. Bruce always wears dresses (that I could see) is quiet and very introspective. She does art a lot of drawing it looks like and I believe is quite happy by herself. She plays the ocarina when she feels she has to play a musical instrument. She has brown long hair and large brown eyes. I somehow feel she is more like me than her sister. If Denver takes after her father than Brisa takes after Michelle and maybe me just a little bit. What I said very interesting. I really enjoyed spending time with Brisa on this trip.

The kind of made me wonder if I had more time with the kids would I be closer I think the answer is probably yes. As I've seen with our Sunday morning breakfasts with Mark Anthony me and Jasmine, Jasmine and I have begin to forge a relationship – – a real relationship. I sort of had that with my other granddaughter Anakah but we never got a chance to really explore that relationship to any length. And I really haven't had a chance to develop a much of a relationship with my grandson Asher. Someday perhaps and I look forward to that day. Interestingly, seriously I really need to make more effort with “birds and the hand as opposed to those of the Bush”. I mean basically I have easy access to Asher in Anakah and should be able see them much more than I can see the girls. Selfish is all this may be if anything this weekend has shown me is that I might be a better grandparent that I think…

Separation Saturday

 

What a day! Temperatures nearly hit 80° along the Wasatch front. I'm sure it's irresponsible but I totally enjoyed being out in the sunshine reading my book wishing that put on a short sleeve shirt rather than longsleeved shirt. I had breakfast with Michelle and the girls and James this morning. 8:00 AM just like on Sunday with Mark Anthony. Shelley and company were living in one is an early start which is good for me so we had breakfast at D's. I actually had oatmeal! My friend the writer, retired writer for the does a written news, had ordered this before at the other restaurant but I just didn't feel like a full breakfast and I did it. I have to admit it was pretty good in with two pieces of toast rounded out a decent breakfast for a lot less the cost. I might try to do them tomorrow with Mark Anthony. It's evening now show is called let us know that they gotten to Ontario halfway through their trip. They were in the hotel the girls I'm sure already in the pool and the parents relaxing. The dinner duty made the big trip out to see dad. They would certainly like to spend more time with Mark Anthony but that did not happen so is really the trip for me I guess I feel honored and blessed.

I really got closer to the girls this time than ever before. I was really pleased when the younger of the two granddaughters presented me with a potholder that she had made since yesterday when she purchased the skein of yarn from the dollar store. I was impressed and delighted at her industrious nature. Both girls are quiet however the older of the two has no problem with attention. She currently has an album of music written is just figured out what to do with it or how to get recorded. I have to admit I'm impressed and wish her the best of luck. I enjoyed spending time with both kids look forward to our next meeting. I hope it's not as long as the last time. But Salem's long ways away and I don't travel well.

I'm pleased to announce that one where the other I seem to gotten on top of the problem with Google. This morning I tried again after the six hour wait that Google instigated. This time I actually wrote the password down so I would be able to transcribe it exactly as I wanted to. No forgetting this time and it actually worked after I got over the frustration and confusion of Google demanding a second identification thing which I still don't really understand but I must have done the right thing because I was able to access my ink pad notepad as well as my blog. Now I just have to go in fix the dates for yesterday's posting since it looks like I skipped a day. Perhaps the most impressive thing I did today was cook the rack of beef ribs I purchased the other day. I didn't really put the barbecue sauce on because they were just too massive to go into the long-term cooker. I cooked the largest of the ribs in a pan my brother made the like for large ribs and a few small ones and the rest I put in the slow cooker. I enjoyed the ribs and actually the process, even though it was a little messy, I don't know if it was worth the $18. For $18 a can of gotten a good size roast and have a lot more protein. But this was okay kind of fun Me off the streets…

Don't Lock Me In!

 

It's not my gate though, evidently a lot of people think so, but I do have a certain affinity for the piece of iron work. I noted with dismay a few weeks ago that the gate was acting weird again. The button backs which the gate from inside the compound no longer seem to work properly. Sometimes the gate are the button with emit a high shrill like on 2001 when the spacemen find the monolith buried on the moon. Then, earlier this week I believe it was that the gate itself was no longer rigidly locked but somehow or someone had broken the steel arm that locked the gate in place until electric buttonless actuated. If one did not know the gate was compromised they would not know the gate was compromised – – that makes sense? It's like if you didn't try to open the gate, like pushed open, you would know that you could push the gate open but still pretty muddy but I think you get the point. To me it was a little awkward because to access the gate from the outside one has to get a hold legate a backup at the same time and pull the gate open enough that you can go through. This takes a little patience and timing but is relatively easily done. The problem now is the gate is not locked – – which like I says no problem for me – – and with a good wind the gate will blow itself open and give evidence to any onlooker that are little gated compound is not secure. I didn't think too much of it but there are certain people here at the facility were terrified of the exterior world. One of those folks is the RA (Resident Advisor) who thinks she's the mini-boss and she kind of is at times after five and on the weekends and yes national holidays. She is a really do anything except emergency line Yanks. Every bedroom and bathroom as an emergency pull string. The RA answers that call or checks out the problem when the emergency folks call to see if there really is a problem. So I guess she does have a function. The RA actually gets a another bedroom selection of two bedrooms. I really don't think I'd like the job even for an extra bedroom.

So, I was out reading this afternoon in the beautifully warm sun when I see the RA cruise out of the building her motorized scooter head down the sidewalk. I thought she was actually heading out somewhere but I didn't see her appear on your side the fence are come back on the sidewalk I was curious to see if she had vanished are not. However, when I got closer I saw that she was busily wrapping a stainless steel chain around the gate. I thought she was padlock in the gate, and she would had she access to a padlock but she does not. However, she was definitely making sure that gate did not open and didn't want anyone else utilizes either. I are him dismayed needless to say but that's okay because I can still cruise around to other exits on the property. This gets very irksome after hours because the driveways to the property is then gated by electric gates that sort of turn on at 10 PM. My frustration I stopped at the front desk for Jennifer the building manager works. She was not explosive but she was totally frustrated knowing that I was going to be frustrated but she did let me have it as far as how frustrated she was that this is a never-ending problem. There's even issues about the gate even when it does work that the handheld opening devices do not seem to work. She's got people working on the problem but no one wants to really address the issue. I use the gate probably more than anyone else but many of the folks here have started using the bus stop, which the gate leads to, more and more. I'm fine I'm not… Rattle me. It'll work its way out one way or the other. I have a place to sleep, it's a nice place and it safe, affordable and basically… Accessible

Slow Down – – Please

 

Today is a thing of beauty, compared to the other days of this year the clear skies, access to sunshine in the warm temps getting close to 60° makes for sit outside almost perfect. I did just that following the coffee klatch this morning. I also worked out and the fundamental things out of the way so I could enjoy the rest of the day. Actually, I'm a little concerned just because Shelley's driving them today from Oregon. They stopped the night in Ontario crossed the border hours ago and should be in the Salt Lake city area around 6 o'clock tonight. I just worry about her traveling during the rush hour in downtown Salt Lake but she's a good driver and she knows what she's doing. After all she lived at this time for some time. I don't know what were going to do this evening or tomorrow for that fact but road going to be able to do some sort of family time. Maybe, we get something to eat and bring it here to the facility/apartments and use the common room of the family dinner or maybe will meet at the restaurant upon the corner either way it should be fun.

On days like today I miss my van. The great quite albatross that I gave away a couple years ago. Even though the vehicle was not running it was still quite and sitting next to the vehicle on a day like today, and the reflection of the sun's rays almost double he warmed the experience of being outside. I love to sit by my van and read. Not having that option I tried to do a redundancy of yesterday to read behind the dumpsters but that just didn't work out. I forgot that where I was sitting is in the path of other apartment dwellers on their way to feed the dumpster monster. Idea of going back to where my van used to set and then the joy just what some I could get. I a lot! As I looked up from where I sat I could see the great Wasatch range. I was kind of amazed at the difference in snow on the mountains just from yesterday. Yesterday, snow was packed all over the mountains and today around 1:30 PM I could see the striations of massive snowmelt. I don't really think that much about the snowmelt of such except for on last nights weather report the weather guy me a comment like to be a great day tomorrow but realize the snow will melt quick and we need to have the snowmelt slowly in order to get the water in the ground for what we need. Interesting I thought. And wiggled little uncomfortably in my chair and then uneasily glanced again up to the great Wasatch front and worried, just a little bit about water supply. Of interest to note, Wednesday as my home health person, Gloria, did some additional cleaning to the apartment she encouraged me to save my empty juice bottles and fill with water to use in case of water shortage or occasional water stoppages. Gloria wisely instructed that even if I didn't use the water to drink I could use it for other activities of daily living like shaving and activating the flush cycle on the toilet and of course the occasional shower. So, right now I have one bottle of water for the drought/famine…

Sunshine Days

Finally the temperatures are almost perfect for sitting up and reading. I actually spent an hour behind the dumpsters of for I live because there's a spot there that the sun reflects heat off of whitewall. This is the same place where I was dozy last year the year before woken up by garbage truck emptying the dumpsters. It was terrifying to be jolted awake by this giant dumpster this be lifted totally by this blue garbage truck. Had I not been so lucky I could have been a garbage truck totality. I know better now no napping in the garbage pit for me. Sadly, I've become that age where one likes to just nod off in the warm rays of the sun the matter where one might be. The key ingredient is having direct access to sun rays the more direct the better. Once again I become a parody of senior living. Old guys out chasing the sun in which to bask. All I need is a park with Checker boards and other seniors to challenge. I don't know if I'd really do such a thing that's way too much of oneself to put on the line .

I can feel myself getting soft – – not that I was ever very hard ever – – but I'm not sure what I would do. When I say soft I don't mean like pudgy and stuff. I mean getting out and going places and doing things again. I am going to uses an excuse the pandemic. Everything shut down there was nothing to do. I got to be an easy way of living strictly nobody judged because everybody was not doing anything because they could not do anything, everything was closed! Now however, as the pandemic eases I get these feelings that people are expecting me to go out and do things again and so far I have failed to do so mostly using winter and skin breakdown particularly on my rear end as the major reason. Thank goodness my hard-working home healthcare nurses are really got my butt turned around and now the weather is finally getting into the 70s during the day. I need to get on the ball start living life again not using Covid 19 are whatever as the excuse to slowly die in my apartment because it's too easy to sit behind or in front of my computer screen right by daily blog and pump my daily ride on the arm bike more than 200 minutes a week! So got access to the bus which means I had transportation anywhere I want to go to the city. Got great parks, movies are still open thank goodness the restaurants are always willing to do take out – – or dine in for that matter. I also have friends the seem to be interested in getting back out and enjoy life a little bit before the next sucker punch. Time is right and ready to get back up on the bike and peddled myself into tomorrow.

An interesting side note Shelley, my daughter called this morning to let me know that everything is packed and ready to go the be driving from Salem Oregon Salt Lake for a visit to the next couple days. Total excitement! I am not sure what we are going to do. Fortunately the weather is going to be excellent may be nothing more than having picnics next-door at the park. The family well only be in town a couple of days whatever it should be fun…

Terrific Tony's

 

I just about love any kind of pizza. I'm not too hot on the new fab specially type pizzas like chicken pizza, spinach pizza is a whole raft of new kinds of pizza that I'm just not too turned on about. I had a hard time with various Hawaiian pizzas when they started putting pineapple another sweet things on the pie. I just wanted salty, meaty and vegetabelly well done almost burnt crusts pizza. As I'm sure the long-term reader has been aware of my love for cold pizza particular couple days after the pizza pie was actually made. I loved grabbing a piece of pie on my way out the school or work.

Of course I love making my own pizza when I can. I really do for myself anymore just because it's so difficult getting the pizza in and out of the hot oven. But I still love, home made or home warmed pizza so is still love getting a box pizza from the market now and then. Couple weeks ago I was overcome with the mood to get a pizza, which I did and ended up putting the pizza in the freezer. What I've intended to do was to get all the fixings for a great pizza i.e. mushrooms, green pepper, onions, olives you know I'd even consider the extra makes everything from Canadian bacon to hamburger. Remember readers I was brought up on homemade pizza basically hamburger made on square cookie sheets with whatever cheese mom had available and it would never was mozzarella just chedder. But that was good enough for me. Mom a three or four pizzas at one time so there was always ample leftovers. As the pizza movement took over and people did make their own pizzas anymore more and more premade pizzas started showing up at the markets in the frozen food section. That's when I first ran into Tony's pizzas. Once again. Tony's pizza was considered “cardboard” pizza. They were looked down upon by pizza aficionados. In the old days I could get for medium-sized pizzas at a dollar apiece which I thought was a deal stack them in my freezer and have one each night after work. Just throw it in the oven and it was done and it was perfect for me. If I was really strong I would just eat have to pizza in evening in the last half as I ventured out the door in the morning for work.

I don't know who it's taken me so long to heat up the pizza that I had today. I can't say that I was all that busy I think I was really figuring out is going to dress it up like I said covered with all manner of items that didn't come with the original pizza. I wasn't quite sure how that would work with the Tony's pizza since they are fairly cardboard-ish. I think I just didn't want to go through the effort for one person I felt a little tired so the pizzas never been cooked until today. I decided just to forgo the rest of the toppings and stick with the pepperoni's I had with this Tony's pizza. I threw it in the oven with the copper cooking box my brother made me which probably prevented the crust from getting this done as I would have liked. The crust was done enough. I cut myself a fourth and totally enjoyed myself in bed had a quarter more. I'm sure I ingested way more calories than I should have but they're just something about a hot pizza which beckons me. It's too bad you can't buy beers one of the time now that would've really been good…

Finally!

 

Sometimes I get the feeling the ice jam is finally broken and the River of my supports will begin to run again. This probably terrible better for but my point being I was called today by the person who sets the appointments for my occupational therapist. She notified be one: the office had received orders from my position for occupational therapy and 2: when will I like to make that appointment? Praise the Lord! I've been literally trying to make this appointment for almost 2 years now. I realize it's my responsibility by get so worn out trying to establish contact with the rehab facility who then wants orders from my physician (s) to begin my physical therapy/occupational therapy. Somewhere along the line communications would breakdown this is particularly true during the worst part of the pandemic. I'm just holding my breath now that I'll be able to last long enough to have the occupational therapy. Now don't get alarmed on not making a morbid announcement I just mean I would not be surprised if there was another flareup of the omicron virus or one of the variations. Seriously, I do not think we're done with this bug by any means. However, I must like everyone else continue to live my life as if everything was normal.

Once I finally got into they Tosh rehabilitation center, and got the scheduling manager on the line, then there was the challenge of not only finding an open space that I could start my rehab but finding the time that was compatible with my schedule not that I have so much going that it's hard to find time rather finding a time that's open that I can manage getting over there on public transit when were the other. Tosh is just over by the IHC complex and then a short bus ride from there. However, since the bus route runs on a 30 minute headways I still have to find the headway that meets the timeframe that I could make. Add to that I want a specific therapist who is Casey the only had two times available 8 AM and 4 PM. The time I got was late in the day, 4 PM on the Thursday in the latter part of April. This is it really too bad it's just a month away. At least I'll be able to use my benefits before the year ends this year. In speaking with this scheduling person she indicated they had become very busy which only makes sense now the pandemic is relaxed a little bit or that everybody else is immunized. Now I just must keep my fingers crossed. I guess what is laboring to say was that at 8 AM I didn't want to have to rely on the 201 (bus route that services the south portion of State Street) on time. I would have way more control at the 4 PM scheduling and that's what I chose even though it was late in the day. The upside of that is that possibly maybe I can stop it red lobster are my favorite Mexican restaurant Marelli is for a meal. It's been a while since I've done morela's the only problem is there portions are large and have to figure out a way to carry my leftovers home which I can think of worse problems to have.…

Hello Spring!

 

Luckily for me whether those predictions of all weather beginning early in morning did not come to pass – – so don't get me wrong foul weather did come but not at 8 AM. In fact I was back home comfortable in my apartment when the first drops of rain occurred later turning into a full-blown snow event. Thank goodness even though there was lots of snow very little of it had a chance of surviving once they landed on the warm earth. There was a small accumulation him patches of grass here and there. That didn't last long after all it's now spring and the foul weather is nearly gone. It is now 6 PM the snow is gone, the clouds are breaking them blue sky is making itself known. Temperature is still chilly but what does one expect. Gloria, by cleaning person finally made it today. And focused on finishing her job on the pantry. Taking great effort and pleasure rifling through boxes of prepared rice meals, macaroni meals i.e. hamburger helper type treasures. And happily throwing them into the wastebasket. I've been lugging these boxes around for some time and without Gloria would never gotten rid of them. I hold onto things way longer than I should. And truth be known I doubt I would consumed any of the products we got rid of anyway. It's good to have fresh eyes on this kind of stuff I've learned a great lesson as far as my food storage perhaps more important food rotation. I'm making a valve deliver accumulate piles of garbage food that end up being nothing but a breeding ground for pantry moths again.

Looking forward to this spring. I have no great project per se with the exception of possibly enlisting a few new physicians to look over me. I have an appointment with a rectal surgeon sometime in May for hemorrhoids and whatever. Other than that I'm planning on a joyful utilization of the spring weather even if nothing more than then to sit in the sun and enjoy the vitamin D. Maybe do some reading and taking better care of my skin and body. Maybe develop a better workout regimen and possibly getting my chair, my new power chair, to a place where it doesn't pain my body just to sit in the chair. The contortions of my body does not help the scoliosis by feels to blame and I don't think there is anything which can be done short of forcing myself to some kind of body frame which I'd never be able to do on my own matters no way limit how somebody doing that every day for me.

I don't know if there's any way I'm ever going to not have CNA homecare people helping three times a week. I conceivably could use one more day that would certainly throw off the whole schedule of every other day bowel movements. I don't know if we did just every other day how much more month it would cost at least four days more which would be about $80. I just don't know if I want that much more involvement. Right now I enjoy the two days a week that I get myself up and out of bed and the two days on the weekend pretty much. Sometimes it would be great to have a bowel movement during the weekend just to ease the pressure but most the time I'm okay. I can't believe how much the independent motif is part of my life. I know that sooner or later something's going to give my body will corrupt and I will no longer be able to care for myself as I do now to whatever degree I can. Even this morning I was almost trapped in my bed but my bed controls fill from my side rail on the floor and I could barely get a hold of the controls but eventually I did and saved my bacon. I was able to get addressed on time get over to the restaurant to have breakfast with Mark Anthony. Will have to develop a better failsafe system for my bed controls. But these the little things which left undone and should go wrong get me into long-term care and I think depression and the end… Happy spring

So Long Winter

Is the last day of winter, no – truly it is. This time tomorrow spring will officially wandered into this hemisphere and not too soon as far as I'm concerned. And again, the first day of spring will be characterized with rain and possibly snow in the evening. The one and only day that I need to be out in the early morning, when the storm should be rushing through. Of course tomorrow is Sunday morning breakfast at D's restaurant up a block. Were just finishing the first week of daylight savings time as well it's almost 7 o'clock but it feels like five in the afternoon and it looks like that to. Already I can get used to daylight this late in the day. The legislature is talking about making this the year round time. I cannot really figure out what they're trying to say why this should be Big of a difference on the other part of the year but that's also talking about enough to where the breeding up legislation even on the national level. Myself I think it's smoke and mirrors probably trying to deflect America's attention away from the war. It's true, there's a war going on. It's turning into quite a massive ordeal which I hope USA keeps out of that I doubt we will one way or the other be part of the message brewing in the old Soviet bloc. It's weird to have a war this televised. Ever since Vietnam the bitter wars have been televised and now with ubiquitous cell phones the reporting is so much better and so much more complete a boggles my mind. It really is a movie just waiting to happen as far as the incredulous nature of the whole farce. It's sort of like the free world is using this war is there personal entertainment. That's enough said the whole thing is too weird for me to waste good blog time on even if I'm trolling for something to write about.

My butt is finally healing up. Of course during the night the dressing that's my health nurse put on yesterday came off but surprisingly to myself I was able to attach another dressing, all by myself! I have to admit I'm kind of proud of myself I didn't think I could do it – – well I sorted did a little when I realize how close to my wound I can get with my hand. I think I could've done a much better job at I tried to dress the wound bed but I had got that far by the time I woke up this morning. Tomorrow if I need be I'm going to put another dressing on in bed that should be much better of course if that doesn't work I'll have Mark attach another dressing after our function in the morning. Sadly/embarrassingly/he called last night needing to borrow some of my cooking materials and I suggested that we skipped the breakfast because of the inherent foul weather is predicted. I just wasn't too jazzed about heading out in the blustery cold morning but he was so excited about having breakfast he wouldn't let it go so I read the writing on the walls and decided to embrace the morning in its foulness, dress warm and enjoy the breakfast.

To nice quiet day, I barely left the apartment like I said the weather was pretty to look at but not to be out in. At least, I didn't want to be out in the cold wind blowing the new cold front and. I worked out swept up some floors and even mopped the bathroom so felt like I did something today besides watch television and enjoy my apartment as well as activate another card. I guess that's as good as it gets for the last day of winter

Whole Again… Kind of

 

I don't know why but I've been exhausted all day. Actually, I know why it's because I woke up around 4:00 AM and couldn't get back to sleep. I was awake one time earlier around 1:30 AM to go to the restroom that was about it. Really figure out a felt more awake today but sadly no. So it is one of those days where I'm just kind of going through the motions and trying to feel a little productive. I've got my wash done full loop put away. I did dishes mostly this morning still have to rinse and kind of put them away. I have a couple of meals that I've cooked through the week that I've had left overs that I could use for dinner if I'm really hungry. Nothing sounds good so much as what I'd like would be simple. I have half a T-bone steak which would not be bad I even have a new baker potato and even have new sour cream and I definitely have broccoli that needs to be used up. I was really hoping on getting some garbrock going but have not gotten around to it yet had hate to lose all that broccoli. About a new pack of beef tamales too which I could actually put together with either frozen bean burrito or open can of frijoles and make my own bean burritos. If I were really energetic I could even make up some rice at some salsa and voilà Spanish rice! And then if I was really industrious I would have enough I can make two or three meals after that. But somehow I don't think that's good to happen. I also got some great and to fresh cottage cheese which with a little bit of toast might make a fine dinner early night treat.

As you can tell I'm rambling, dancing without a melody or even music so what I can share from today's on stellar events is the one stellar thing which was going to the mailboxes in finding another novel another Dan Brown. I am currently going through a Dan Brown phase. I doubt it'll be much more than these next two novels especially if he gets all Christian again as he did on the last one I just finished. Sadly, it was kind of a letdown. I expected more out of the Masons. But besides the novel was that very flat envelope from department Social Security Administration. I had long since gotten over my losses and thankfully getting back into my regular life with the exception of being totally confused with the credit cards and debit cards I am receiving after canceling the previous lost devices. Now I'm getting notice after notice of my email of monthly automatic payments being declined then having to replace the old card with the new card information. Anyway, I cut open the envelope and there was my pristine new Social Security card! I am now whole. I have a state ID and a Social Security card and numerous other pieces of minor identification but nothing is important as these two especially when used together when can move mountains and prove you are who you say you are. I quickly went upstairs to the social worker kind of person that we made copies to go in my file and then she did we might card which I'm going to file somewhere where I know I will be able to find it if and when this happens again and you know it will happen again, sigh…

One More Card!

 

Thursday nights are somewhat sacrosanct for me. Maybe not that far but are pretty much block out everything on Thursday nights just so I can watch Young Sheldon and Ghosts. Thursday nights is always been the nights for me for television. I won't go into all the shows I used to watch what seem like NBC and to some degree CBS loaded up on Thursday nights I just love viewing those nights. Now it's just too shows that I watch but there are enough for me to be upset when something is benign and stupid as March Madness comes along the hijacked the whole evening! Well, not having those shows tonight allows me to focus on mother thinks like writing and perhaps sweeping up some of the floor. This week is been a little bit chaotic apartment lies with lots of stuff landed on the floor which needs to be cleaned up soon.

I was kind of surprised this afternoon when I checked my mailbox, only the second time this week seems like I just don't care about mail much anymore. I did check just because I've ordered some books and last night I finished the novel I been reading for the last two months. So I'm ready to start another and I was pleased to see that there was a package in my mailbox with another book! There is also a very unmarked letter from Monroe Street which I've come to realize is the mail out points for visa credit cards. I knew this just because I've gotten so many credit cards in the last two months. Again what surprised me was I thought I was pretty well finished. I spent an hour or so on the phone yesterday with a Visa card representative from my bank trying to figure out what's going on with these credit cards and what they're doing. Remember when I lost/stole my wallet and I had to cancel all my cards will since then I've had nothing but plastic trouble. On one of my new cards I didn't get a pin number written down and so when I try to get cash machine but canceled me out because I kept putting in a pin number the ATM could not recognize and basically ate my card. It's also confusing. I really am fighting the urge to say that it's age-related sometimes I wonder. But now I'm having to juggle yet another card. I don't know if maybe this card is related to the account is shared with Dianne before she removed herself from the account when she moved to Arkansas. I don't know I am been assigned this card however and then make sure that it works and then stash the card in my money book so when I next lose my money pouch/wallet or whatever I will have a backup card that I can use immediately when I shut down these cards when I lose them. I don't think this is was necessarily being proactive think it's more an act of desperation…

Goodbye Nasal Hair

 

Doc Adams

One of the biggest challenges I've endured entering into this so bizarre world oh senior hoodhas been various changes my body has been making mostly for the worst. Maybe not the most significant has been the growth of facial hair in places I never really thought about before. Specifically my nose and ears. I mean seriously nose and ears! I mean I've done the “ear” Bush so badly the barber has taken upon itself just to hack out the strands of hair trying to make a run for it. Like I said I'd never noticed before but now sometimes I can even see these hairs sprouting out of my years. The other body orifice are the nostrils! My nose hairs of gone wild in the past couple years! Before, every once a while when I would get straggler one long hair jutting out I would reach up, with both hands, catch the errant tear between my two thumbnails and yank it out. I thought that was odd at first, then, got used to it, but never really stopped too much about the whole process until the last couple of years. Now, if I'm not paying attention pretty soon I began rubbing my nose with little nose twickles which can just about drive me crazy. I go through this whole process of not really focusing on the reason we just trying to get some calm underneath my nose. I did not pay attention much to this bizarre process until one morning whole shaving I happened to glance at my nose cannot believe the amount of nose hairs pushed my way out. Some hairs long enough to where they're actually kind of bending up once they get out of the nose. Once I realize I had the dreaded nose hairs I start taking precautions were trying to. Actually, I do remember a time when married and Dianne was trying to take care of me that she actually went after my nose hairs with these nose hair machines trimmers. Dianne went deep, she did a great job but I can hardly sit still from the nose area being tickled – – literally – – and the occasional higher tug when an actual nose hair got caught in the trimmer blades and just pulled it. This is more startled than painful but there is certainly an element of both. I guess those Rotary devices worked or Dianne got them to work because my nose itches would not be a significant for a couple of weeks. I remember this and now I have no less than two nose trimmers that I really think don't do much of a job at all.

Remember us talking about the old guys noses? What really made me think about nose hairs and old guys was remembering good old Doc Adams on Gunsmoke. Remember Gunsmoke was a Saturday night perennial among the few shows I think my dad actually liked and watched on televisionbut what I remember most was the good Dr. always rubbing his nose, granted Doc Adams did have a bushy mustache. What I remembered most was the good Dr. trimming his own nose with little bitty scissors. There always seem to be a scene with either Matt Dillon or Chester Goode stopping into the doctor's office were Doc Adams was cutting the foliage out of his nostrils. With that in mind I actually searched for nose trimming scissors and they have! Cute little scissors with blunt ends, are supposed to prevent self lobotomy. At first about the process was tedious and didn't know if it was worth the six or seven bucks I spent on the scissors but now I've gotten used to the process and like the concept of self grooming. The blunt scissors really help. It doesn't take long to get the major hairs out of the way and are not noticeable unless was really looking at them up close with a curved mirror. All I can say is thanks, Doc…

More Lost Clothes

I don't know if it's because I'm queued up right now, thinking about my shoe images or any images but I'm beginning to see more and more pieces of clothing on the sidewalks as I cruise around the city. Today of course, Tuesday, I'm on the train heading downtown to my Assist Inc. meeting in downtown Salt Lake. It was kind of an interesting day that I got up right at 6 AM so I quickly dressed had a quick breakfast and then headed down town relatively early compared what I usually do. I've been exploring an Istagram site called thepeoples coffee, a trendy downtown coffeehouse that a lot of my friends from United Way frequent. It's been out for about a year as I understand and I was just curious about the shops accessibility. I at least can report superficially that the place is basically accessible. I at least was able to get in with my power chair (and of course a power chair is pretty wide) but it was kind of iffy. I didn't check the restroom or anything like that but the main facility is cozy and like I said trendy a place for young professionals can hang out in the early morning before work to have coffee look cool. I grabbed my coffee and started backtracking for streets are so over my meeting was to be. I should've asked for a stopper to go in my coffee cup cover but just tried to stay as smooth as possible but I still sloshed a lot of beverage on me by the time I got to the Assist office. But like I said, today as I made this trek I spotted gloves on the sidewalk two in total. One like a very nice glove should the owners were to miss it the others not so nice. Salt Lake is going through a lot of construction downtown make it almost impossible to get around sometimes. I'm sure the worker guys especially those working outside during this winter are responsible for gloves found on the sidewalks. Gloves are one of those weird pieces of clothing that takes delight in “jumping” from people's pockets, backpacks and parkas any chance they can get. I like gloves but not with the same feeling I get was shoes. Seems to me if you lose a shoe you know immediately and shoes are usually tied on the feet pretty tightly takes a lot get a offer foot which is securely tied on.

My butt hurts tonight. I don't know how wise it was for me to travel downtown. Today I clocked about 4.7 miles which is a fairly long distance a lot of rocking on my butt. I kind of become okay. I think my dressing put on yesterday is still on and I will get another dressing put on tomorrow. I'm sure the stress on the moon did not help it at all and I've been trying to limit the amount of direct pressure on the wound since I've gotten home basically laying back in my chair whenever I can totally lifted my hips off the seat. Sometimes a good depression left is the best I can do…

VJ-Hot And Spicy!

 

I still have.finish the process of enrolling in the local market home delivery program that I desperately think I need. I almost had it down Saturday. I was going to order something regardless of really meeting are not the the items that I order just so that I will get some experience in ordering and receiving groceries at my door . Fortunately the weather is beginning to do a turnaround in the super cold weather and snow and rain has decided to move on which is great as far as I'm concerned. I could do with a little spring weather I guess what I'm saying is that because the weather is getting better I can get back out on the concrete and get to the market for my own shopping. Also important is that the wound on my butt is finally healing and I can tolerate sitting on the wound and going back and forth to the market. The dressings that the folks of used to been very effective and I think I'll be healed fairly soon.

As I started to say earlier I was going to this process of getting my information and rolled in the local home delivery food program from the market. I've had a hard time downloading the software on my cell phone. And I never really did get the Rosie application on my cell phone correctly. I found a way around that problem by going directly to bases market and using their application which looks like it should work just fine once I did that point. I was actually in the process of finding the items I was interested in purchasing on the Macey'sapplication when I got a phone call from my brother, Carl. He indicated that he was in the neighborhood and going to the market and was there anything he could pick up for me. What an interesting concept? One of the things I can do with the Macy's app is to let them know what I'd like to pick up in the market put everything together and the person just has to either pick it up themselves or have someone else pick up the order. Well I did not have this done and my brother was willing to do the shopping also the go take advantage of my brothers assistance in figure I could finish filling out the applications and doing the right at another point in time. If there was a drawback to this kindly deed it would be the fact that I didn't have the exact name of the items I wanted. One of the items I felt that I needed was spicy hot vegetable juice. I have found the storebrand spicy hot vegetable juice less expensive and much better than say V8. So I didn't use the exact brand name but just told my brother to pick up a couple bottles of spicy hot vegetable juice. And of course he did exactly that feeling the only vegetable juice he found that was “spicy hot” was the V8 brand and got me two bottles. Fortunately for me I didn't need to use the juice immediately, having just open a bottle of food bank tomato juice. I like tomato juice a lot, not as much as vegetable juice but particularly if the tomato juices free which is often the case with food bank/sharing shelf beverages. I can always add salt and juice from jalapenos and apple cider vinegar to make my favorite drink. Today in the warmer weather I decided to head over to the market. I actually figured I could take both bottles back to the market, especially since I still had the receipt, and exchange them for my vegetable juice which is spicy hot. I think I was so excited about my but not hurting and going over and doing some real shopping that I took off totally leaving home both bottles of juice. Of course I didn't realize this until I was going to check out. So now I'm going to return the next day or so the two bottles of V-8 vegetable juice, spicy hot and exchange them for the storebrand with hopes of included them with the next completed order of home delivery…

Breakfast and a capture

 

The first day after the beginning of daylight savings time is always kind of freaky to me. At 7:30 PM and the light still shines outside not very bright, the sun is going down no question about it there would be even more light if the day had not been overcast with threats of rain and possibly snow. But it was a warm day comparatively speaking to mature in the low 50s. I really feel the change of the light extension of day most of that time period from 4:30 PM to about now. You just get that feeling of “will this day ever end?” I was a little worried about getting up after all. I do have a sore but and I was a bit worried about traveling from my place, the apartments, down to the corner where the restaurant is. My dressing from yesterday or Friday rather had come off. I was riding on a exposed wound which I didn't think could be good but the same time I certainly didn't want to disappoint Mark Anthony and whoever else was coming today. Like I said I was worried about missing the time to get up because of the daylight savings beginning. I had to be sure to wake up at 6 AM so I actually set my alarm clock on my cell phone which I've never really done to use. I was just praying that the magical time zero place that moves all cellular phone clocks ahead, or back, from central would indeed move my clock forward at the prescribed 2 AM. Sure enough, the little alarm inside my cell phone began chiming at 6 AM and I was dead asleep! Like I said I never see past the time but I did today luckily, and wisely on my part, I set the clock and it worked and I actually stayed in bed till about 15 minutes after 6 AM rolled at the my chair and was pleased that my rear end was not as sensitive as I thought it would be there was still some issues and I was worried.

I totally enjoyed breakfast this morning with the kids, Mark Anthony, Jasmine and Jaxon. Mark was tired think his had a very busy week, Jasmine and Jax were being goofy all caught up in themselves quite cute that's what you say when your grandparent. And I was just rambling on. I don't know if it was more coffee than usual for the excitement of daylight savings time (which I really doubt) or the fact that Mark Anthony indicated he'd be willing to put a patch on my butt following breakfast back at my apartment. So I did something I usually never do I zoomed over to the market following breakfast. Remember, I don't like to do things or purchase things on Sunday, aside from a meal or two, but I figured if it's a family function it's justifiable and my butt was the “ox in the mire”. If I go to be up my butt all day and neither puts protection on that wound. And it worked. I found some great 2 inch pads that sold themselves as elbow and knee Band-Aids but there are big enough to cover my wound area. I use some of the antiseptic that came with the bandages from my nurse and I'm set to go I been good all day.

I guess I should share with you what I was babbling on today about. I was told excited about finding a shoe on my way to work. You know that project I have of keeping images of shoes I find or weird things I find on the sidewalks as I roll around in my life and particularly shoes. These fascinate me. My writing pal Lori wants me to write a story about all the shoes perhaps a story about each one of the shoes of how they became useless as shoes and ended up on the side of the road are sidewalk. It's still a very interesting concept but I'm thinking heavily of getting back into writing something about the shoes. Have five or six that I found most interesting being a stiletto. I'm knocking to show that today I think you can even find it somewhere in this forever long blog. If you can't let me know and I'll see what I do about posted it again…

Low Profile Saturday

I was really hoping for a better day today, butt wise. I was hoping my butt would hurt less that it does as far as the balloon goes but I'm almost afraid that I'm sitting weird and causing another sore. I'll find out more tomorrow. I'll have my person look at it – – Gloria is supposed to come to do some work and I will have her perhaps look at the area in question.

Other than that, the tender behind, I haven't really done much except wash clothes and actually I had my brother do some shopping for me which is really exciting. Kind of testing out that new process of doing or having somebody else do my shopping. I don't necessarily like the concept. Us trying to figure out the Macy's program my brother called indicating he was going to the market did he go to bed need me to pick up anything. And you got some essentials that I've been thinking about picking up. I must admit this is fairly civilized and certainly be worth the five books or whatever it is to pay someone else to do my shopping when I can't. I still maintain the importance of feeling the vegetables , seeing the fruit and being able to eyeball the meat before purchase. But it's a good start certainly opens a lot of potential I believe. I think I'm going to start weaning myself off food bank food. Yesterday, I purchased a few minutes of time from Gloria who put my pantry in order. I really appreciated this and was able to give her a couple bags of food that she really seemed to need. I was even able to gamble only some of the frozen food i.e. the frozen pork chops that I will never eat seems to be okay with. This all costs the role quarters. The point that I'm laboring to make is perhaps I need to eat our purchase food that I will eat relatively quick. Though it still a great believer in having food stored there's obviously food of never going to eat that I get from bizarre sources like the food bank and sharing shelf most of this food is food that will never be eaten by somebody that ends up in these depositories for a reason it's unwanted food. So, like my specialized meat cupboard which has my 12 cans of corn beef, numerous cans of chicken and Vienna sausages—protein I will readily eat given the opportunity. My goal is to have a resource of food that is within the “eat by “ date. I don't know if that's possible by the shoot for. Another case in point the other day when my home health nurse was here when she needed some sort of appointment medical grade I have a couple bottles of really good stuff but seriously the like may be 5 to 10 years past their use by date. The nurse used the product but said the efficacy of the product would be quite questionable. Appreciate your honesty and her willingness to use the product even though a somewhat questionable. As much as I'd hate it I might have to throw that stuff away and just keep the newer materials around.

So that's where I'm at. I'm trying to stay lay low to keep the weight off my butt as much as possible. I have these brief moments of feeling that every things go to be okay I'm going to bounce back, rebound get on with life but you know I think everything is changing that I better buckle in for the ride…

I M The Can Man

 

Friday afternoon and the best thing I can report for today is that my room is begin to feel quite a bit better. The dressing that yow put on yesterday's holding very well in fact I'm a little spooked about the nurse coming this afternoon later to put on the regular dressing. I don't know if she will do as a job as Yow. The day has been cold enough to prevent me from going anywhere significant, the cold air in I don't want to traumatize my wound anymore than I have to until it heals better. That's another day here in the apartment and seriously that's okay by me.

Today was home health day, Gloria is my Wednesday Friday person. Gloria and I have a pretty good relationship and I worry about her quite a bit. I know these, jobs are low-end to a certain degree and I know that her hours for this week of not been as many as she would like to have had. So that mind I offered to let her work a little bit around the apartment for some extra money. Today she gave me about an hour and a half for about $10 in quarters or roll of quarters for her wash money. Gloria worked on the pantry. She actually codified or put the canned goods in various sections according to what they were i.e. vegetables, fruit, soups etc. what a great job. When the best thing she did was take about two white garbage sacks of food that I've had kicking around here for ages home for herself everything from canned chicken to bags of beef stew and even a package frozen pork steaks I've had in their freezer for years that was given to be at the food bank. Sometimes, the workers of the food banks unload stuff on me that I didn't really want but felt that they really needed to feel like they're given me something extra special. As a rule I don't volunteer to eat pork if I don't have to accept for like ham maybe pork chops and of course bacon but things like other kinds of pork chops pork roast, pork steaks I just go with beef but Gloria had no problem so was able to free up some space in the freezer to it was a win-win day for me. My goal this year (and I know faithful reader I said that last year to) is to just start loading up my pantry with food I want to eat and food that I want to eat soon. I don't know how realistic this is going to have to really exercise restraint because I'm offered something free that really looks like it could be good I have a hard time saying no. I've got so many bags of beans, spaghetti macaroni straight as well's elbow, diced tomatoes while kinds. Soups, have lots of soups that I have to figure out in force myself to eat realizing the the famine is now! I'm one of those people who have everything stored up for when the bad times, whatever the bad times are not realize that possibly we're in the bad times now. Not trying to pat myself on the back but with some of the stuff I gave Gloria is really going to help her out in the food department either she uses the canned goods to trade for other things she needs that's okay too plus the fact you got $10 worth of quarters whether she washes clothes are not maybe she'll have breathing room for a few more days. After all we all live, one day at a time…

Donuts! A Thursday Miracle

 

I'm not wearing shoes today for a host of reasons but perhaps the biggest reason is because it's so cold outside I know I'm not going out so why were shoes? The other reason is because the wound on my butt and this power chair and possibly my scoliosis I'm having a more more difficult time putting shoes on. I know wants my butt is better be able to my shoes on much better than I can now and I can do it just as difficult and to a degree painful because it causes me to put pressure on the butt wound more than I would like to. And also during the day yesterday I was so active in my chair that I pulled off the great dressing that Priscilla put on my butt. So when I went to bed last night I noticed that the dressing had come off the wound and therefore I was in the spent a lot of time aggravating that wound trying to put shoes on. Anyway that's my defense and I am sticking to it, and I don't care what anybody says.

I understand my feet look pretty bad but most the people here are used to it if I really cared and secondarily its coffee social day is going down to the common area other than that I'm sticking in my apartment. This blog entry today is about coffee social but it probably goes without saying if anything it reflects on the new person, Rochelle, who is not necessarily the social worker but she certainly does a lot of social worker type work and she is studying to be a real-life social worker at some point in time. Anyway. The individual who reads this blog on a daily/committed level knows that I am terribly fond of donuts I love donuts, raise donuts particularly with nice icing on the top round donuts and particularly maple bar, donuts. Ever since I've been here I have advocated for donuts for the treat at the coffee social. It makes sense to me at the Christians can have coffee and donuts after services we should be able to have coffee and donuts here. Sometimes we come close maybe that's because a lot of of refreshments were gotten have been “food bank specials” are what is ever available at the food bank. Next we had a lady who loves to bake, I think, but you start making cinnamon rolls which were okay at first but it are single time she makes cinnamon rolls think she's so great at doing – – don't get me wrong she is great and she is committed and should will do this forever or she can—but I just want donuts. Anyway with the new person Rochelle, I was blown away this morning when I rolled into thecoffee social and there is not only the cupcake type of things left over from yesterday's presentation, there was also little wrapped up wafer cookies which I like to have for backup on my cookie shelf, and another kind of pastry and best of all there was doughnuts! Raised yeast doughnuts with chocolate and regular frosting. There is also warm rice pudding one of the folks who live here made cups and cups of this rice pudding and then Rochelle even took time to cut up a couple oranges for those health-conscious folks who didn't want the sugar dump. I was beside myself finally doughnuts. It's a little thing I know maybe I'm just being the cat in the Manger or is it a dog in a manger I can't recall but anyway I had my donuts and everyone is happy I guess it's a Thursday miracle, which in my estimation are very rare but I happen today just so you know…