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Welcome To Another World.

31 Friday May 2019

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The ICC World Cup of Cricket is on a FIOS Channel called Willow. I just pressed some buttons on the remote and Bob’s Your Uncle, a new world opened up. Here are teams from countries that were once part of the British Empire, playing the game that accompanied those empire builders. The sponsors employ, here, in the U S of A, Southwest Asian-Americans, speaking for State Farm Insurance, Emirates Airlines, Paypal, and other international currency exchange services.

So this is my first, more or less, real-time exposure to cricket. The temptation, as a Yank, is to compare it to baseball. But that would be like comparing an opera to a rock concert because there’s music in both. It is a fascinating game, not that hard to follow at all. It looks like fun. . No wonder the game is a living legacy of the Empire.

Sommer Kleider

30 Thursday May 2019

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Yes it is unofficially Summer, still no Solstice, but outside the temperature is 91° (F), 32°(C), so I am wearing shorts, sandals and a short sleeve shirt with a Madras print in Indian cotton.

I have been waiting for this like a sailor for shore leave. Unfortunately my skin is untanned.

Chipmunk

28 Tuesday May 2019

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So this little fellow was on the walk way.

Cuteness never gets old.

Another Noiseless Patient Spider

28 Tuesday May 2019

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The homage to Whitman was irresistible.

Most of the time, we want to kill these little buggers, but I decided to leave this one alone. She is building some sort of web.

But I want to see what happens.

I dunno. I got all wrapped around the axle responding to a blog from someone whose take on Jesus is different from my own. Not that I’m right, just orthodox. But this spider in the bathroom sink is something one can hardly argue about.

Moist Heat. Lap Swimming. Stretches.

28 Tuesday May 2019

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The drama of The Pinched Nerve has consumed my life for what seems forever, but is only about six weeks.

I’ve done a lot of stuff. Physical Therapy, alternating between ibuprofen and naproxen for pain management, stretching. I told myself I hurt too badly to swim. Finally last Thursday, I went swimming. Friday I swam. Sunday I swam. After some initial discomfort, I started to feel better. I finally began to feel almost as I did before this little episode began.

Another part of the recovery is posture awareness, as I wrote earlier, Stand Up Straight.

I’m in my chair, waiting for the last passenger train, #97, Southbound Silver Meteor, destination Miami, to pass through. 21:16, it’s going through Now. All of the interior lights are on, especially the dining car.

My erotic mind is still in hibernation. That is stirring however.

Sleepy. Later y’all. ❤

The Day

27 Monday May 2019

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We went to brunch at a favorite brunch restaurant. I had huevos rancheros, my usual selection.

After that I got to the Y for a swim. Then to the 5:00 PM Mass at St Bridget’s. The annoying music wasn’t as bad, most likely because I was concentrating on the lessons, the homily, and the Holy Sacrifice that is the Mass itself.

After Mass I went to BJ’s, bought our go-to comfort food, Stouffer’s Mac & Cheese, Colombian coffee (whole bean), pineapple, mangoes, and apples.

Now I am tired.

Morning In The Afternoon

26 Sunday May 2019

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It is past noon. I woke up around Three AM the first time, brewed some decaf, fully intending to go back to sleep after just a brief time. But no. I stayed up. I can’t explain why. The night quiet is down right seductive.

Yesterday was J’s day. She needed the trip, the ongoing catharsis after her loss. That it is Memorial Day Weekend and Dan’s death was a battle death fifty years in the dying only compounds the grief.

But we came back home, had dinner at our favorite restaurant, watched our separate television shows, and I cleaned up and tried to sleep. That brings us to Three AM. I was awake for three hours. I had breakfast of beef brisket and eggs over corn tortillas, and some cherries. Oh and a peanut butter cookie. I washed dishes and went back to sleep.

I had a strange dream that featured a crumbling industrial neighborhood, a bake sale for a Worthy Cause, an ex-wife, and a former therapist. It was a proper jumble of a dream.

Now I am awake again, watching trains, feeling pain in my body, lonely pain in my soul.

We shall see what our day holds.

Long Day

26 Sunday May 2019

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Seemed like a long day.

We drove down to Williamsburg and back. It was J’s late brother’s birthday, the one who passed away on 29 March. He would have been 73. He went to The College of William and Mary, Class of 1968. So J wanted to go to honour him. She bought little packets of Forget-Me-Not seeds for his widow and children.

It was a lot of riding for me.

Then we had dinner. Now I’m tired and am lying in bed after a shower and a shave.

I just wish Lifetime Channel’s Nightly Psychopath Out To Kill Our Plucky Heroine Movie was off the air.

Night folks

A Second Day Of Little Things Accomplished

25 Saturday May 2019

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Where do I start? The low point, I guess, was Three AM, when I woke up, went downstairs, and sat for awhile. Then I returned to bed, slept til 9:30. Physical therapy was at 10:00 AM. I had already prepared J’s lunch. So I went to PT. It was a bear of a session but I think it accomplished a good deal. There is less pain, both in intensity and frequency.

I ate something for lunch, what I don’t remember. But there were dirty dishes I washed. I cleaned the counters in the kitchen. That needed doing.

I had planned dinner, we had one salmon fillet, (wild caught red sockeye), and some frozen shrimp. So I decided to fix both, with fresh corn and tomatoes; blue cheese dressing on the tomato. I went shopping to get what I didn’t have. I did not buy what I didn’t read or couldn’t use. (Big Victory!). Since this is our eighteenth anniversary weekend, I bought a chocolate fudge pie to celebrate. (Smart move).

Then I went swimming for the second day in a row, first time I did that all month. The swimming helps tremendously.

When I returned, I rested a bit, with ice on the sore shoulder, before I fixed dinner. Dinner was a hit, especially the pie. I washed dishes while watching more Women’s NCAA Softball. These women are all my favorites. I don’t know why, except these athletes seem to be enjoying themselves, rare in sports these days.

I’m watching Thirties Era Cartoons, wacky syncopated movement and all. I might go to bed soon, after the washer is through .

Another Day Of Little Things

24 Friday May 2019

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Sleeping last night was on again, off again through the night and the day. I exchanged messages with Jade about my pain. Today, the big difference for me was swimming. I’ve been resisting going, but it is the best activity for me. I swam tonight at around 8 PM. I was slow, but right now speed doesn’t count.

There is more than a little drama in my head, as I have written so often. But recovery, whether from surgery, injury, or alcoholism/addiction is about doing the next right thing, however trivial, consistently. Funny how it works. Baby steps.

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