How to Make Histry

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One of These Days...

...I have got to get organized.

               The East wall of my room. 

Cluttered? Well, I would say so.

RX

I am up to eleven medications.  That is eleven, count 'em, eleven.

They are either (1) keeping me alive, or (2) killing me.

The world around me is sort of a miasma, a dream, even when I am awake.  I see strange shapes in front of me when I try to read, and I still see them when I shut my eyes.

At least my daughter pointed out to me a simple fact that will help.  "Just because they prescribed pain pills for you, you don't have to take them when you are not in pain." Logical.  Why didn't I think of that?  I have been slugging down pain pills like candy, and living in a dream world. 

I got out of bed to watch Letterman last night, and propped myself in my wheel chair so I wouldn't fall out if I dozed.  I made it through without falling and even visited Leno for a bit.  I prefer Letterman to Leno.  Leno seems to redirect conversations so as to get a double meaning out of guest remarks. 

Letterman seems more relaxed and is someone whom I  would like to know and visit.  I would like a ride with Leno in some of his cars, but a visit with him would soon tire me out.  Seems a bit too frenetic. 

Letterman is possibly the worst interviewer on the talk show circuit.  His interview questions start with "Well, how is your summer going?"  He may have a senator who has proposed some earth shaking legislation, and Letterman asks, "How is your summer going?"

He doesn't ask about the senators proposal to end the war in Iraq or bring peace to the Middle East, he asks "How is your summer going?"

He does keep current by changing the seasons though.  "How is  your Thanksgiving going?" or "Are you having a good New Year?"

Still, I prefer Letterman to Leno.

Speaking of indirect, how did this entry get from drugs to late night television?

 

Weekend Assignment #141 - Traveling

Weekend Assignment #141: Do you enjoy traveling? What I'm asking is if you enjoy the journey as much as you enjoy the destination.

Oh how I used to love travel in the car.  We had a great big Packard seven passenger sedan.  The back seat was all mine.  It had, if you please, a bear rug on the floor, jump seats, and comfortable bench.  I had a playhouse all to myself, but I could open a jump seat and sit right behind grandmother, the driver.

Grandfather rode in the right seat, and made up games to pass the time.  He liked to count the cars we met on the road. 

Imagine grandmother wrestling that huge Packard Eight, with no power steering nor power brakes.  We were in a luxury place going to some other place, such as one trip to the San Diego zoo. 

In those days you could not travel from one city to the next wihout coming upon one bloody accident or another.  That was not a pleasant part of the trip, but it was an expected one.  There were no seat belts, no safety glass in the windshield, tires were lucky to last ten thousand miles. 

But travel was an adventure.

Extra credit: Any more travel planned for 2006, or are you home for good for the rest of the year?

I am pretty much at home from now on.  I have a van, but only use it when my daughter drives me somewhere in it. 

What in the World

....am I doing up this time? 

1:45 am. WWII pains shooting through my body and fears and anxieties racing through my brain. Old age aches compound the issue.

I  ought to be asleep.  I ought to be bed. 

I had two and half hours sleep.  Not enough.  Morning is so far away.  I am surrounded by people who care and surrounded by all  my toys.  I should sleep like a baby.  But the tapes in my head keep playing their endless loops. 

My biggest problem is "what shall I play with, tomorrow."  I have no job to hurry to  I could sleep until noon like two of my tablemates.

At least, I am not keeping anybody else up.  I just took a pain pill, I don't want to take a sleeping pill on top of that. 

I am shakey and clenching my teeth to keep them from chattering. Baby, it's cold outside, but nice and warm in here. 

I wonder what is on TV?

3:15 am.  Here I am again.  This is getting to be an ordeal.  But I slept since I wrote the last paragraph, anyway.  At least AOL has new material on the opening screen. And why did the size of type change?.

Seven am.  I am up.  whew. what a night.

My Collection Of .....

Some people collect stamps.  So do I.

Some people collect coins.  So do I.

But I seem also to collect musical keyboards.  My sixth has just arrived. (I can't read music.) I just fiddle around with them

While I am on my sixth, I should point out that I have given three away.  I have, in my apartment, only three.

Each one is a Casio, and each one I get is larger than the one before it.  My favoite up to now has hundreds of tones and over a hundred rhythms. My fun has been to choose a rhythm at random, listen for a moment, and then begin improvising a simple melody line that seems to fit. 

I make what passes for music at the old folks home. 

My newest Casio keyboard is model WK-3300 and has even more rhythms and tones, AND IT RECORDS.  So these "gems" I create can be saved.  Huzzah. 

Needless to say, I bought it online. 

My plan is to make some simple improvizations, record them and then play my harmonica in accompaniment. 

AND with my laptop computer, I can even put them on CD's. 

Nashville, here I come.

Photo Shoot

Scalzi asks us to find a pretty picture for his Monday Photo shoot.  This one will be easy.  Pardon me for a moment while I check my photo bucket. 

Ah, here is one.

The back walkway behind the old folks home.