fluff

all over the place. just like life. pretty much.

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.

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March 3, 2009 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, me, they might be weblogs | 3 Comments

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.

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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.

February 27, 2009 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, me | Leave a comment

from then to now and back again. or

may be it’d be of interest to insert a bitty review/update on the whereabouts and whatof  of the life of kim?   oh.  well, we’ll  do it anyway.    try.  like…

011408…entered hospital, complications of pneumonia.   and maybe other stuff.  stayed 7 days.  quit smoking.  remained smoke free while living in a house that resembled less a home, more the drunk tank.  noticed that many foods seemed less desirable.  still excruciating pain preventing, most days, walks of more than a block or two.  um, usually less.  and not showing up here often with anything to say, or the ability to say it.

070108…awoke, on moving day, feeling not all that well.  managed the move, though, to a more pleasant, more private situation, still smoke free, nearly drunk and druggie free.  though not quite.  continued pain issues.  still feeling, through the month, not all that well.  often unable to keep food down, resulting in late month trips to the er.

080108…or maybe the day before.  not sure.  but, what the previous post was intended to be about.  more or less routine trip to my doctor’s office resulted in emergency trip to hospital, where the kidneys were quick pumped back into operating mode and the frequent hurl issue was apparently, if mysteriously, resolved.

080408…left hospital, returned home, to prepare for the soon to come, finally, spine surgery.  i can eat and drink normally now.  more or less.  stuff stays down.  but  it’s less interesting.  which is ok.  there’s far too much of me already, what with years now of lack of effective exercise.

080808…the spine surgery.  more than had been planned.  the lower three vertabrae are now one, with also lots of cutting and scraping and rebuilding and four screws.  medium sized.   and pain.  and strength and balance issues.  ya know, i really had expected this would be an overnight in the hospital, then home.  really.  had.  it became four nights, in  bed.   followed by two weeks and a few days in rehab hospital, learning to stand, walk, fall, get up again.   way slow ordeal.  lost 25 pounds of ugly fat though.  mostly fat.  in the first week.

022009…you wouldn’t wanna hear the words i’m thinkin’ right now.  just lost half the words i’d managed to force out three days ago.  so.  here’s this.  the fun part still lies ahead somewhere, even beyond what i’d completed.  more later.  maybe soon

February 20, 2009 Posted by | las vegas, me | 2 Comments

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.

July 9, 2008 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, god and such, me | 1 Comment

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.

July 9, 2008 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, god and such, me | 1 Comment

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.

March 16, 2008 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, las vegas, me, zombies | Leave a comment

sucky but true

i figured out where my free, unsecured wireless network, internet connection is coming from. shoulda guessed it really. it’s, of course, the house to my left as i sit here, next house north. real nice people. and they don’t have any objection to the free ride i’ve received since june. they like me a lot. in fact, they’re gonna give me lotsa good stuff when they move out. saturday. maybe friday.

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we’re pretty sure that those good things won’t include their internet connection, but, we’re lookin’ at the possibility. probability is tho, i’ll not be around here much, if at all, for maybe months. hope y’all don’t totally forget me. i’ll try, of course, to make frequent visits to the public library public wi-fi. and maybe we’ll be blessed with another open network moving in next door. maybe. who knows? (ceiling cat knows.)

all of which leaves major bits of catch up which will prolly never get. caught up. likethe long story behind the cancelled 24 hour eeg. somebody broke the machine. just before my scheduled date. so we did a simpler short eeg at the neuro office, instead of sending me out to ride home on the public transportation. and back the next day. considering the reality of the other regular riders, i might well have gone unnoticed anyway.

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anyway. oh! hailstorm. as it were.

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no, really. ok, you had to be there. it was comin’ down like, well, um, it was pretty exciting. in the moment, plummetting down all around like that. anyway. the snow swirl, separate event days later, or earlier maybe, was heavier, woulda made a good way short movie, but i was hurryin’ for the bus, late, i thought, for an appointment. and cold. maybe next year. maybe. there’s always, of course, tim.

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i ‘xplained that right, about the name change? (s). well, anyway, it’s short and easy. all male grackles are now named tim. altho the tim formerly known as bob may be bob again soon. like next weel. prolly. hope i’m here, in webspace, to re’xplain. oh, and pancho is now and evermore miro. no change foreseen there he’s healing.

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but then, what else would you expect, from a cat. you notice yet how i have nothing really to say? just so much blather. i am the very model of a modern major media dude. why am i, then, unknown?

blather and twaddle. plus also, it’s way way late and tomorrow (really, now, later today) i have appointment @ the pain clinic, for, i think, precision cortisone injection(s) to unpinch the major nerves runnin’ into/out of, the spinal area. this could be way good and more. we’ll see. g’nitie.

oh, hey, wait. i was gonna mention how like this is 7 weeks without smoking. i don’t miss the cigarette the smoke, the nicotine, at all. though they were good, while they were, and i have no regrets about, you know, what i did when i did it. sometimes though, i miss the process. little bit. nothin’ to worry ’bout, this too shall pass. jus’ thought i’d mention. 7 weeks. …. so, ok, nitie ag’in.

 

 

 

 

March 3, 2008 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, linguiquest, me, nature thingies, wildlife | 4 Comments

minor bits of detail catch up. maybe.

so. january 14 thru 20 were spent, mostly, in valley hospital, which seems to be the worst of this town’s hospitals. wish i had access to the writing skills it deserves. the first two and a half days were spent in the emergency room, on a gurney. then half day on a bed. it got a bit better after that, and anyway the actual abuse ended after the second day. not sure i f anyone’s sure why i was there at all. and we’re not gonna do major detail here. the discharge papers say pneumonia, and there was that, bigtime. but i’m way fuzzy (i remember lying in bed, with the chills, for a long time, unable to move). the rest is also bits and disconnected pieces. i may have tripped and fallen, dunno, the first two hospital days i was, oh, not quite right. way more than usual. enough that i worried …well, you know. i dunno. anyway, no, no stroke, no seizure, no concussion, apparently. they did masses of x-rays and cat scans and even mri at both ends of the spine. so, anyway. it may be pretty strong and healthy in he middle parts. may be. but then ag’in, the back surgeon/diseases of the spine dude has seen those pics and he says my back is totally royally screwed up. but recoverable. somewhat. without surgery. which is good. last couple days tho… and of course, there were those seven days in the smoke-free zone. and iv morphine. much better than nicotine patches.

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so, we can all easily see what i should/ must do, the only, of course, honorable thing to do, as much as i run my mouth at other people, whining about the importance of correct color. eventually. for now, just imagine that they all look as right as the last one..bit less green maybe. bit. maybe.

February 24, 2008 Posted by | las vegas, me, wildlife | 1 Comment

there was nothing.

i didn’t know there was nothing.

then i did know.

there was a woman, and a house, and a dog and a car. we were drinking coffee, much coffee, me and the woman and the dog, we were debating who would drive the car, then we were in a park with lots of trees and flowers and a stream running fast through it and i was now the woman and the dog a light beam and albert einstein * was sitting on the lightbeam with grandpa jones ** and ( ? ), they were all playing each others music.

then we all got in the car, all of us in the front, old style bench seat, me at the passenger side window, with cigarette, coffee and camera, all of them, the woman, the dog, the light beam, al and grandpa and ( ? ), taking turns at the wheel, driving us to…

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*a fiddle player with some sorta interest in mozartiana.

**a banjo player with some radio and tv performances.

( ? )i dunno, was another someone but i couldn’t hold onto that. a musician, it would seem. me?

i don’t recall the date on this dream. recall says prolly in the last 2 years, maybe the last 14 months, here in las vegas.

anyway. newer business.

i smoked my first cigarette sometime in the spring or summer of 1957. it was good. i enjoyed it. much. i smoked my last cigarette sometime in the early morning hours of january 14, 2008. it was good. i enjoyed it. much. if i’d known it would be my last, i prolly woulda had two. too late now.

the moment is late, the net connection is wobbly, my arm friggin’ hurts,(srsly), more later. soon. g’nite.

February 23, 2008 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, me | 1 Comment

a funny thing happened on my way to the trainwreck.

maybe 2moro. for now i’m tired and spaced. here, try these.

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anyway, said trainwreck seems to have been cancelled. so it sometimes goes. g’nitie.

January 20, 2008 Posted by | artnlifenstuff, god and such, las vegas, me, nature thingies, pancho, wild life, wildlife | 2 Comments