Spring Full Seed Moon
And now for the climax: a visit to the audiologist. On Good Friday. I get to go downtown, which I like. Gotta go.
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Feelin’ Glum
Spring Full Seed Moon
Today was the second organ day in a row. Yesterday, eyes. Today, skin. Tomorrow, ears. Doing fine on all counts so far. Even so, I find visits to the doctor a bit stressful. The waiting room. The waiting for the doctor. Their evaluation/assessment. I have a good relationship with all of my doctors and intend to keep it that way. Bill Schmidt and I had lunch today and I told him I view doctors as health consultants. I’m responsible for my health, but they help me stay healthy and intervene if something gets out of whack.
After seeing Dr. Pakzad I came home and had a sit down with Kate. I’ve been feeling glum, an unusual state for this time of year and unusual in intensity for me over the last couple of years. It’s a little difficult to sort things out. In part the Sierra Club work may be more of a challenge than I anticipated. In part I found myself counting up all the little insults that make me realize my age, no, not really my age, but my sense of competence. Do I have it anymore? A tough question to answer from the inside and one always colored by mood.
Kate thinks that may be the wrong question. I’ve prodded her several times over the last year about retirement and whether she’s ready for it. She turned the question around on me, “I wonder you’re ready for retirement? To let go of the need to have to have it?”
Hmmm. Projection isn’t just a machine in a movie theater. She may well be right. Pondering this pushed me to wonder about the last regression I had where I got credentialed for the UU ministry. I did that during a time when I was down about the writing. But, John Desteian said, in a regression, you always go back to pick up something left behind, or unresolved. Stuff to bounce around. Enough for a coup contrecoup injury.
Good lunch with Bill Schmidt. We covered a lot of ground from genetic modification of seeds and nuclear energy to motorcycles and dealing with difficult personalities. I came away still opposed to nuclear energy, but willing to hear arguments about how to handle the waste.
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Stars In My Eyes
Spring Full Seed Moon
I have stars in my eyes. Literally. The opthamologist dilated them and I forgot to ask for the reversal drops. I see little extra rays of light if I look at something bright.
My suspicious nerve has not changed, looks good. Yeah.
Kate and I plan to try a new Vietnamese restaurant for lunch. Sounds fun to me. I always like dates with Kate.
The Dow continues to hop around, uncertain of this or that. Investor psychology is the whole deal on Wall Street in spite of the fancy numbers and elaborate formulas, even those generated by theoretical physicists. The gyrations and chaos of the market make it more appealing to me than it would be otherwise. I like its tendency to defy expectations.
If something as straightforward, relatively speaking, as the market confounds us, why do we expect life to come in a easy to understand form? We have many more transmutations than the market.
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They’ll Need a Resurrection. But, They Won’t Get One.
Spring Waxing Seed Moon
For the first time since last Thursday, I feel like working out. When I tried before, each step on the treadmill transmitted up to and resonated in my jaw. I no longer look like a chipmunk although I can tell the infection is still there, though now it is like a folded section of cloth about 8 inches long as opposed to the walnuts in the cheek look of before.
The pain has throttled way back, too. I hadn’t popped any Alleve today at all until about a half an hour ago, but I decided that before I went back on the treadmill I wanted a little cushion.
All this is because we went after the infection in the first place so this was the hard part of getting to a healthier state. I look forward to that moment, though I’ve appreciated the intimacy with my bodies defenses that I’ve had over the last four days. When my body and the penicillin worked hard on the infected bone, it took my attention away from the outer world. I got sleepy and in fact slept a lot. My energy level was low so I laid around, not exerting myself much. It’s good to know my bodies still enough punch to fight back hard. Even if it means some discomfort.
My thinking has been a little fuzzy too so if there’s anything strange in the last few posts chalk up to distraction by infection.
The legislature will go away on Easter break and will come back needing a resurrection. They won’t get one. The budget deficit will not go away and all the federal stimulus dollars don’t patch the holes in our revenue stream versus our expenses. Something has to be done and the legislature and the governor are the ones we elected to do it.
The outlook for significant environmental legislation has gotten mushed up in all this fiscal dithering, but I think we’ll still see some important bills: green jobs, sensible communities, maybe something on clean cars and atv’s. It ain’t over till its over and that date is in May, not April.
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Grandma Told Me So
Spring Waxing Seed Moon
Kate is home. As is our habit, I met her at the Loon Cafe after she took the LRT into downtown. To park I went in a ramp, promptly scored the first parking spot, which allowed me later to just pull around a concrete pylon, turn left and give my money to the cashier. Very cool.
The other amazing part was the rat in the maze experience. Getting out of the ramp I exited onto a skyway, walked until I found Butler Square, went into Butler Square, wound through a few hallways, found the entrance, exited, then turned left and went one block to the Loon Cafe. The truly amazing part was that after Kate and I had supper I reversed field and followed the path back to the truck without a misstep.
I’m glad to have her back. This tooth business has been a hassle and I wanted to complain to somebody about it, but she wasn’t here and who else would listen? I complained for about a minute over supper and that was enough.
Ruth is a prodigy, capable of astounding feats of linguistic and muscular agility. I know this because Grandma told me so.
Gabe is the cutest, friendliest baby ever. I know this because Grandma told me so.
Grandma loves being a grandma. ditto.
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Under the Lights
Spring Waning Moon of Winds
The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem. – Walt Whitman
Business meeting and plants this morning. The business meeting went just fine, our financial management continues to work for us and not against us. Wish I could say the same for the financial markets. Sigh. Decided to check. Wish granted: Dow Leaps 497 Points on Treasury Plan. Yeah.
My seedlings, grown over the last couple of weeks, sprouted roots which is the time to move them to their next medium, in this case soil in peat and coconut fiber pots with the exception of four chard and one mustard green that I put in lava rock and in the hydroponics. The broccoli, egg plants, onions, leeks, mustard and collard greens, cauliflower and huckelberry now have soil around their sprouting medium. They are all under the lights still. Moving to larger size containers strained my space, though with some jiggering I got them all in new places and still under the lights.
Some of them have to move out soon to make way for the seedlings that need to get started on April 1st and April 15th. Just when they were getting comfortable. Hmmm. I may have problems here. Seems onions started by seed should not go outside until May. This will definitely cramp the April batch of plants.
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Happiness is low total cholestrol and high HDL
19 bar steady 29.95 0mph ENE windchill 16 Samhain
Waxing Gibbous Moon of Long Nights Day 8hr 50m
Moved more snow this am. My third favorite internal combustion engine and I hit the slopes this morning (our sloping driveway, that is) blowing yesterdays fluffy stuff away from the driveway and onto the yard. Over time this process can create impressive snow walls along the driveway, but none so high so far that the arc of snow our Simplicity puts out can’t clear it.
Then on to the grocery store for baking supplies. Kate is in hyper-cookie drive. We have cookies of this kind and cookies of this kind and cookies of prize winning kinds. I have cookies, especially cookies of the sugar cookie kind, currently at work becoming part of my body.
Speaking of my body. Got my lab results back from my physical. Total cholestrol 144 and hdl 46 (highest ever). All other numbers were, in the words of my physician, “Great.” This made me happy.
Missed my nap on Friday and Saturday. Took a two hour nap yesterday, then went to bed at 10:30 last night (I’ve turned that corner) and got up at 7:45. Guess those two days made me need the sleep.
Now I’m outside for the last–the very last–of the mulch.