tmi. prolly

shirl inspired

A – Age: 66/17

B – Bed size:queen

C – Chores you hate: don’t have chores, don’t mind responsibilities

D – Dad’s Name: joseph

E – Essential start to your day item:sunshine

F – Favorite actor(s): cork hubbert.  he was better than anything you may have seen.

G – Gold or Silver: silver, or heavily coppered gold

H – Height: 5′ 8″ish.

I – Instruments you play(ed): guitar, piano, xaphoon, harmonica, banjo

J – Job title:boss

K – Kid(s):2

L – Living arrangements: apartment

M – Mom’s name: margaret

N – Nicknames:kimmi

O – Overnight hospital stay other than birth: too many, latest last month, next, next month

P – Pet peeve: whiners and wimps

Q – Quotes you like: “the harder you work, the luckier you get”

S – Siblings: reginald,ronald,roland,earl, la fleur. all halves

T – Time you wake up:varies wildly

U – Umbrella: in las vegas?

V – Vegetable you dislike: umm…no, apparently not

W – Ways you run late: i have a temporal pathology. healthy, i’m never late .

X – X-rays you’ve had: how many pages we got for this one?

Y-yummy foods you make: garlic chips

Z – Zodiac: scorpio.  you must’ve known that

yeah, i know.  i have a request in for that.

and again, then

where were we? was i?  at?  sorry, i’m screwin’ up fast as i can.  so ok, we kinda covered as far as the lumbar surgery.

081508…ooh, that was a way more difficult, painful, disabling experience than expected.  judging by others who’d just had similar procedure though, either mine wasn’t so rough, or i’m better at handling pain.  maybe deeper in denial.  “pain don’t hurt”.  kinda thing.  i’m initially stuck w a roommate who can’t handle it at all.  this comes to a head at 2am one morning when he starts yelling that he’s burning up because i turned off the ac.  he also phones his wife and demands that she come rescue and take care of him.  which she does, in about 30 minutes.  she apologizes for turning off the ac,  which she did before leaving, about 3 hours earlier.  anyway, we got him securely moved to another room, and succeeding roommates were more sane individuals, w less, apparently, painful recovery situations.  and after the first few days i can get around pretty much ok.  pretty much.  wheelchairs have that advantage.  but i’m still learning to walk.  it’s a bitch.  and, um, remember that one  (1) cigarette i was going to have after the surgery?  one.  had it.  it was good.  ahh, the second was even better.  so.  ok.  i made it thru 7  months.  as of this writing, i’m smoking 8 or 9 a day.  less if i can actually figure out something else to do.  and when they’re absolutely not available, i’m ok w that.  17 days in the rehab hospital.  learned to walk again.  and climb a few stairs.  not too many.  plus also, i got wheels.

112608…some days i use the walker.  it’s pretty much necessary for any serious  grocery shopping.  some days i just use a cane, from my little self-semi-carved collection.  only two falls so far.  none into traffic.  one close call on that.  this day i did about a quarter mile with neither.  just me, wobbling along.  slowly.

112708…started serious packing for the move to a real apartment.  lots of  bending and lifting and twisting.  not supposed to do those things.  gotta though.

120108…moving day.  more blt.  fell twice, once with a framed photo (gift from my son)(um, you can buy stuff there  too.  i mean, in case you should maybe want to.  he does good work, and he’s gonna be a star some day.  more sooner than later.) anyway, and a bottle of cuervo in the other.   so the strain that would have been eased by hands hitting the deck was all absorbed by knees and lower back.  back to using the walker pretty much full time for a couple weeks.  but my little apartment is nice.  worth the pain.

hmm.  i need to add some stuff from the laptop to the big external drive.  whole huge bunch of images that aren’t on the  desktop puter.  prolly break time anyway.  back soon.  really.  no, c’mon, trust me on this.

i nearly missed my bus stop

that’s what saved my life.

hmm. alternate.

knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
becoming painfully routine
could use a little work. coudn’ most all of us ? but srsly tho… that glossed over and rapidly forgotten pneumonia episode in january? yeah, that one.
system breakdown. happens when you ignore that stuff for too long. so, i dunno xakly what was breakin’ down, and i’ve lost track of the discharge papers, but much of the first 2 days in the er room (band-aid shop, some might say) i was unsure whether i was alive or dead. it was a bizarre experience with truly grade a evil nurses and comic relief balding bespectacled impossibly pink-skinned med students from european countries where “th” and “w” sounds are unknown.
well, anyway, i quit smoking. been 6 months now, not a single urge. tho i kinda plan to smoke one after the spine surgery. one. yes, really. and i’ll enjoy it.
see how i’m avoidin’ sayin’ that it coulda killed me? it. it. not sure. smokin’? nah. pneumonia? umm. stubbornness? ignoring/forgetting it for 6 weeks ‘cos i thought i had other important things i had to do? ah, well, been there some.
but that was then. one time thingi, one creepin’ up on death every couple years, there’s some precedent for that. twice in six months? triflingly excessive.
um, i’m still kinda tired, and i need to be up and out early in the mornin’.

god is great, god is good

no shit, dude!!

course, i could look at this afternoon, that started as hell half-baked in a toaster-oven, yet blossomed into some of my most fun and productive hours (so far) this month, an’ ‘xplain it all away as “huge juevos conquers pain and dysfunction”. but god is more elegant. even tho my writing isn’t. ‘cept, ag’in, the fact that any writing is comin’ out o’ this … … brain-like-thing inside my head…

no, actually, i;ve never owned a toaster-oven, seen ‘em in action tho, scary. too scary. and as you’ll recall, i lived with brain-devouring zombies for a year. so, i’m jus’ sayin’, i know scary. way too well.

yes, the spaz seems to be better, too. that’s a big part of it.

rock on!!…all y’all

’bout time.

no, i’m not. not strictly speaking.

zentantrasufitaoxian.

the most fragile grasp and shallowest implementation of each.

in no particular order.

in case anyone ever wanted to know.

it is, after all, kinda what this space is all about. or, s’posed to be.

ok, corrections later, didn’t intend to ramble so.

just wanted to note, i’m still alive and bleating.

ok, not really all that fragile or shallow at all. really.

not the intended subject

but best we can do right now, and we must do something, and this matter needs,,,(these matters need. i’m feeling momentarily optimistic re output) expression.

i’m moving. in several ways. and hoping it’s not too late. first, beginning next monday, june 23, i’m leaving this house of drunken zombie horrors, trading big space and tiled floors and a yard (garden, i gather, is the brit/euro term. and it’s not near ready to be called ‘lawn”) for a small quad unit (private bed and bath with a shared kitchen/dining/living space). i;ve met 2 of the 3 old folks (“seniors” living cpmplex) who ill be sharing with. well. anyway. private bedroom. and real cable, though i’ll have to pay for it. and i’ll prolly be without net access of any kind for a few days. um, or not. maybe. i just remembered there is a puter over there, in the common room. with net access. soooo,…maybe. depends, maybe, on whether i have brain access, been pretty irregular lately.

wo!!! i’ve been in break mode for, oh, prolly an hour now. tryin’ to solve some other probs. i’ll explain the asronishment later. …(later)…hah!!! way much later. like, 2moro.

hokay, not sure when i started this. seems it might have beeen thursday. now it’s monday. the 23rsed and progrewss iis not being smooth abd swift a1nd if i wait for things, including thhe thung that brings words to the surface, to be right this will never get done,. or it’lll take s a rea3l long time,

and i decidef i; gonna quit corrredting typping mistakes ‘cos it takes too lonkahg. and plous also , it shows some of what’s going on, thr’e 09almost all results oh finger spaz, which should get bettet thry the day. should. anyway. postingthis now, back lareer w correctiopn or additions.

i had somethin’ real witty to put in here, no, no, really

not like all those other times when i said i had had but i really never had i had a real good bit but i don’t got it no more. no wait, relax. trust me, this is hurting me a lot more than it’s hurting you. so we’ll just note that in a few hours i’ll be getting another of those steroid (not that kind of steroid, the good stuff, like cortisone but they don’t seen to use the basic old fashioned cortisone any more. has something to do with sales and profit and such i think. pretty sure. still, should work pretty well. eventually. remember, we’re trying to stabilize (for awhile ) a degenerative disease condition that’s been working for half a century. three treatments over two months doesn’t seem like too much. to me. doesn’t seem

not all that impressed w wordpress. it’s prolly mutual, yes.

yes, we had rain. and grass seeding and the sprinkler system repaired (sort of) and turned on and truly lame excuses made about why the sprinklers were off for two years and whythe rose trees whose skeletal remains you could almost see if this were a decent image. ah well. maybe 2moro. decent image. maybe, we’ll see. or.

it’s monday morning. 9 weeks, no smoke.

also,my daddy woulda been 101 today. if he’d made wiser choices. coulda. maybe. elsewhere, john sebastian is 64. rudolf nureyev would be 70. jean-baptiste oudry would be 321, but that’s maybe a bit too much to expect. maybe.

if wordpress is so friggin’ great, how come it won’t even allow simple friggin decent text formatting.
what you see is in no way related to what you get. i will be so very very happy when i get some of my brain back. which could happen soon. some. maybe. teaser.

been long enuf now it seems (seems) safe to say

bob and heidi left a week ago.  i’m still here.  sometimes bein’ wrong is pretty much ok.  along w the good stuff, however, can’t seem to get rid of those damned zombies.  though i’ve set a little bit of common sense and self containment and control into the (mind? is that the right concept here?)  of one of the everdrunk zombies.  can’t, however, seem to gain any success re the tooth grinder who also, quite frighteningly, imagines that she can sing.                                                                                            anyway,  i’m still here.  at least, seems so.

might. be. the last. time. i don’t know.

well, for awhile. maybe. i dunno. heidi, said they’ll prolly take down the network 2moro morning, in prep for packing everything (pretty much) away prep for leaving (sigh and all like that) sunday morning. sucky. there is so much to be said and i’m feelin’ like almost able to say some of it and… then agin, some might say some things are better best left unsaid, unimagined even. i think this is gonna be good when it gets around to gettin’ itself done,and maybe it shouldn’t be mentioned at this stage but, ya know, when yer not doin anything, the temptation to point to even weak ideas that you’ve almost made a beginning with can be…um…rather strong. anyway, i think this is a strong idea, it’s been on hold, lounging in my brain, undiscussed for a long time, so, i got this little bit of a beginning, if ya’d care to scamper over and make any sort of comment (including wthf if that’s what it inspires)… …where was i?

oh, yeah, ok, so i was gonna comment, w link to, a nyt article about one of the hotel-casino companies spending huge amounts of money buying new york city art for one of their ridiculous new properties. the article seemed to based on the twin idiot assumptions that there are no working artists (of international stature) in las vegas (no, i mean artist as in artist, ya know? not michael and celine.) what? oh, right. the other idiot assumption bein’ that this town is driven by, centered on, the strip. lol. so to speak. las vegas is driven by, centered on, walmart. just like the rest of america. the world, you say? whatever. it was a totally dumbass article. about a totally dumbass company and some totally dumbass ideas about art. hey, don’t blame me, ok. i loaned bill buckley my vocabulary decades ago, and now he’s died without returning it. cripers

whatever. more, i s’pose, whenever. should ya visit the above linked kitteh, yes, the survey is serious. sorta. responses ‘preciated. g’nitie. see ya soonish.