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Pkin and the Rooster

Pkin is a night owl, sort of.  Ideally, he would like to open his eyes around 8:00 or 8:30 in the morning.  Then he'd spend 30-90 minutes with his eyes open watching the news of the world.  He would next shower, very quickly, so that he could air dry in front on his PC reading about the news of world and finding out what happened during the eight to nine hours he was offline over the night.  Then I guess he'd go out into the world and earn his living.

I have a different clock.

This morning I woke at 5:00 and was pretty much done sleeping.  Around 5:45 I turned on the TV and was gearing up for a 6:30 shower time but the phone rang at 6:05.  And it was Pkin's cell phone.  I heard something like, "I was basically awake ... oh, yeah, Oxnard."  He went to the office and I got into the shower.  Around 6:30 I went to look for him, wondering if he was planning to drive to Oxnard, like 60 or so miles area and why would there be a gate emergency.  Well, it was was the name of street not a city, and yes there was a gate in need but he was not going to look at it at 6 AM.

Later Pkin was making the bed as I was getting ready to leave for the day.  He said, "I don't like getting up this early.  It's not good."  I may be paraphrasing.  I love Pkin but I also like being able to turn on all the lights and make lots of noise when I'm getting ready for work.  It helps "wake me up."  I feel more energized; heck, I even ate breakfast at home and not at my desk with droopy eyes. 

It was very nice when I had my own bathroom, before the kitties.  The kitties own the second bathroom and I have to share.  I don't like to share, I have too much cr@pto share well and I'm messy too.  Pkin, just learn to get up early.  It will be good for all of us!

Toe Progress

The physical therapists don't want to see me anymore; they've done all they can.  I have a page of exercises that I'm supposed to continue doing at home. 

Additionally, if I squeeze my problem toe (the second on the right) so that tears come from my eyes, I'll experience even more improvement according to the chief therapist.  He makes my feet really hurt. 

The foot doctor has given me the option of a tendon release; in his office he would cut into my foot and cut the tendon.  Yikes!  They did that to five of my toes under general anesthesia and it hurt like a bastard, still does in fact.

I know that I need to exercise overall to have less pain and be more flexible.  And lose weight.  And have a more positive outlook overall.  You know, just the simple things.

So I will think about my treadmill, and my videos, and the Discovery Health Challenge with videos online, and just eating less and, and, and...  I need to do only two-three things.  This is like any other goal setting activity, a human can only do a few things at a time and be successful.  My first thing is to consistently eat breakfast.  My next thing is treadmill.  And that is two things.  I'll let you know how the next two weeks go.

Walgreen's and the USPS Suck

My blog should be renamed, Hall of Fame of Suck!  I was so excited about four years ago I did this big work thing and I was in one commerative picture with the company founder.  Then I lost the picture in cyberspace.  Last week I found it.  Pkin photoshopped the heck out of it; and I look very good. 

I spent five - 5 - V - bucks getting Walgreen's to make a matte 8 x 10 print, suitable for framing.  Apparently you can't go into your local Walgreen's and get matte finished prints but they will mail them.

It came, with a nice sticker warding off folds and look what happened!

 

The picture is ruined.  The bend is entirely visible.  I'm going to have Pkin make a few more edits and then I'm going to Kinko's.  Wish me luck!

Bob is Way Better Looking

There's a new cat breed, the American bobtail.  Take a look and know that Bob is way, way cuter.

Pkin Grandma Update

Oh damn, I can't remember what she had but she needs to see a cardiologist, and she's way older than 90.  She only spent one night in the hospital.

Pkin was not fazed.  He is facing nose surgery though.  I'm very "fazed." It's basal cell carcinoma.  Here are pics of an older man's nose (WARNING: Open only if you have a high tolerance for gross stuff) but Pkin's is in the same spot but on the opposite nostril.  He has surgery next week.

Pkin's Grandmother

I used to have a Gramma and a Gramma Goya; Pkin has a grandmother.  She's not doing so well; all I know is that the paramedics were called and that she's in a local ER.  He's not been able to speak with him Mom to find out any details, and he's not that close with them to begin with.  She may have been unconscious or not.  There are a lot of unknowns, and Pkin's not the one to go to the hospital to figure it out. 

His grandmother married a Jewish man and they both converted to Jehovah Witness; it was quite the shocker.  They seemed to be happy with each other, though I only saw them at the end of the grandfather's live.  He and Pkin didn't get along, you see Pkin's father was "the Satan spawn that defiled" his daughter.  That's kind of hard to overcome, that kind of feeling.  But Pkin does love his grandmother.  He will be sad to see her go but he won't say too much about it.  He may say something about "that's life." 

He really needs to get into the Catholic mind-set; heck just a few weeks ago Mom, Dad and I visited the cemetary for the New Year's check-in.  Gramma was still there, as was Aunt Epie, and Johnny Pelon too.  We also checked and friends were still there as well.  It's nice to know at least somethings do not change.  It will be sad when there is no one left to visit my family.  The graves will grow over or maybe even be displaced; you always hear about bones washing down the highway or some such indignities. 

In Dallas by the Convention Center is a small, very old cemetary.  It must be a founder's square or something (will look later.)  The graves are of children and families, mothers and fathers.  It's sad but reassuring in a way only a somewhat spiritual person can feel, I think. 

Well, I guess I shouldn't be thinking of cemetaries; that is the negative Sue.  Oh well, what will be will be.  I'll let you know what will be.

Miscellany

That is the story of my life.   I'm really pretty good at the lots of things but nothing really stellar in the particular.  When you have a particular interest you become very consumed and passionate, and interesting.  I'm interesting in the general but not really in the specific. 

I had large number of random thoughts every single minute; it's tiring.  Some of the thoughts are topical - "why do you cough?"  I've had a cold for six-some days.  Others are a bit more out there; Pkin says grapefruit is morning food but oranges are any time food.  Now I can't finish my early evening grapefruit.

It's the mid-day of a three day weekend and I'm thinking about work.  I left the laptop on my work desk but I do have the ability to check email from home; if I want.  I really don't want to but I'm wondering if satisfying my curiosity about what the bosses are doing will help me be able to enjoy the final day of the holiday.  Of course, the final day includes nothing really fun.  I have a dermatologist appointment followed by physical therapy and then no one to lunch with.  It's rather sad.  Perhaps I'll catch an afternoon movie; I really should just rest more to ensure the cold really leaves my system.  We shall see what I feel like around Noon on Monday.

For right now I'll research why people cough.  Dogs and cats cough too; is kennel cough really a cough?  Inquiring minds what to know.

Insomnia

It's the bane of my existing but also provides some time to think very interesting thoughts, and to see Guys and Dolls with Marlon Brando singing "Luck Be a Lady."  He was a cutie; weren't we all at some time. 

  Personally I enjoy Nicely-Nicely the most.  Jean Simmons annoys me, but Vivian Blaine is great.  Do people still talk like Katherine Hepburn if their not from England? 

Yes, it is very early and I'm tired and sick with a cold, maybe 'cause I'm getting a name and "the name isn't his."  Not really but you seldom get to use a line like that in normal life.

My Uncle Jimmy once commented that life would be so nice if people just broke into song like in musicals.  You're walking down the street and suddenly belt out something somewhat apropos but very corny.  I would not exist in this world; I can't sing and Pkin even traded work for lessons; they were not good.  But it would be interesting.  Pkin would be good as singing; the dancing that would have to come would be a bit more challenging.  Think James Cagney in Yankee Doodle Dandy.  No, I'm not gay.  I only play one on my blog.

Before Pkin know better; he imaged that Mother, Sister and I walked about the house singing show tunes all day long.  Now he knows it's true. 

If you stay up too long you end up watching Christina Applegate, no offense, but it's no Broadway musical.

OMG

I heard this from a "friend."  About 20 leaders at a company were in a meeting, some were not from the area but all were employees.  They were moving from their primary meeting room to another room for a portion of the meeting.  They phoned the on-site coordinator in a panic: the secondary meeting room was locked!  The coordinator rushed to assist.

The doors opened out and 20 leaders, that is managers and higher, needed about 5 minutes to figure that out.  The coordinator found them entering the room; not one apologized.

This is a locked door:

People Born on My Birthday

You can see a list on Wikipedia, and here are some highlights and oddities that I didn't know shared my day until now:

• Larry Storch
• Evelyn Wood
• Soupy Sales
• Charles Osgood
• Gypsy Rose Lee (Pkin, don't get ideas!)
• Bob Eubanks
• R. Kelly
• Gabby Hoffman