Click images for desktop size: "Blackwidow" by Jammeister33 All the motion is startling to settle down.
Transportation is a problem still but not one to worry me greatly.
My health seems to be deteriorating. I'm on a pre-trial drug that's making it's appearance known. Three of my back teeth are looser and all my teeth hurt. My skin feels like it's on fire and even a breeze makes it feel worse. Lot of pain, lots of irritation.
It's better than dying. I've watched people die. Anyone of them would have swapped me for this. Even the ones who bought dying on themselves would have swapped.
So don't worry about it. It's not bad.
Although the dizziness and screwed up body did make me lose my mobile phone. Just another thing that's not trivial but not important either.
The things to worry about are the simple things, the grief in getting the internet connection. The tedious phone calls and having to deal too deeply with odious corporations.
It's done though. I've got the internet, a TV, a land line phone. And a puppy.
The puppy continues to be wonderful. We have our issues, what relationship doesn't have issues.
She makes me happy and sad. I fret over her and feel at peace with her.
I'm relieved that she's just a puppy and doesn't fret over me. She just likes being with me and likes playing with me.
I'm pleased just to look at her and to watch her learn things. Things like the sound of the birds, the motion of bugs, and all the silly things that people do.
The woman who bred my puppy (an oncology nurse - will I ever escape them!) is coming to pick up her male dog, Hank.
Hank had spinal surgery, similar to mine! He's gone through 6 weeks of physical therapy to get him back to perfect shape.
I can't wait to see the two of them. I'm curious to see how well my puppy remembers them. I'm hoping she'll be ecstatic and full of joy.
That's what I'm always hoping. I get disappointed often but I'm never so stupid, dull, sick or miserable to stop that hope - people, puppies, all full of joy.
Yesterday was my birthday.
Thanks to everyone who remembered. A friend sent me a detailed listing of everything happening in town for my birthday. I opted for the ballgame . . . I admit, I'm dull that way.
I was pleased my friend got to watch it on the internet even if they couldn't be with me.
Saw a 6'6" 200 pound 22 year old kid with mid 90's fastball pitch a 2 hit shutout for 7 innings. It was hyper impressive and made me feel sweetly nostalgic. I think that's the full of joy part of baseball.
The team here is Triple A, so it was even sweeter to think of this big kid getting ready to step into the big leagues.
Working could be better. I hate my job. Of course I'd be good at it.
The only joy in it is that I can take my puppy with me most days. With her there everything is a bit sweeter.
And football season is underway. I get two days off this Labor day weekend, unpaid days but still two days off.
I'm planning to go to a high school game on Friday night. I love high school ball and the earnestness of the young men and the sweet attempts at pageantry.
Saturday, after work I'm rushing home for College Ball. Then I'm going to see one of the Div 3 black colleges play. The price on these tickets will be about 3 bucks each. What a cheap price for pleasure.
Then Sunday I'll be immersed in puppy and the NFL. No NFL team here so it will be TV only.
MONDAY - my extra day off will be a long hike to somewhere with my puppy moving doggedly along.
Sounds like a solid weekend to me and will brace me for the battery of tests next Weds.

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