It’s been nearly a year since I launched my journal on events. Much has occurred since January 1st. Health: New appointments, new concerns. Lung cancer looms. A cat scan showed llindications but not conclusive results. Now, I’m due for an actual X-ray next month. The bone “cancer” issue is ongoing, something to be watched. The carcinogenic ear mess will be finally be taken care of with a series of treatments, not surgery, starting on January 10th. I’ve given up on contacts, which are way too much trouble involving morning and night insertion/removal.
All the above will be local through a VA program called Community Care. It means not immediate trips to Gainesville, a location much better than nightmare trips to Lake Nona s0uth of Orlando, but still nearly two hours away. At the Cancer center in Leesburg I now have a marvelous, full time doctor, Cultrera, who is super smart and knowledgeable and a dermatologist, Dr. MacInnis in Mount Dora. The X-ray will also be local. It’s like having super insurance. I feel like a middle class citizen, health care-wise.
As to the criminal hillbilly next door, I caught him on video with my garage-CC setup pushing off a cabinet of screws. I showed it to him and he, as usual lied, saying he was trying to attach something to the other side of the pegboard. Of course, this would have made a tremendous noise, so he knew about it yet never bothered to apologize. This exchanges was f9lloowed by his statement that he is leaving. We agreed that I had nothing to do with it, so no vindictive actions seem to be in the works. Lying? Time will tell, but he is have a yard sale, something I said would help with, an action in my own interest. I’m going to show the video to the Swantons as reinforcement for the notion of his low quality as a human being. I’m think that if he does move, this will not prevent him from stealing from here, so I might reposition a couple cameras.
Sandi and I are not anywhere near as romantic as we were a few years back. This is to be expected. That said, we are still caring and solidly best friends. My gawd, she loaned me six thousand dollars for a new truck engine! My debt will be paid off around July of next summer. Not that long. It will be like have a part time job with an extra two hundred coming in each month.
Not needs, but desires: a microscope, a theramin, a super lens for the Dobsonian telescope. But, for far less, I can get a quality darbuka. A current thought. Man, if I were well off financially, what toys I could get! Included here would be a good drone with a camera.
Writing. Not at all. I lack the energy. And my memory isn’t for shit! I have ideas but don’t pursue them. Still might start if I can develop some self-discipline to overcome these roadblocks.
Politics: What an interesting area. Rachel Maddow proclaimed that nothing will get done in the House over the next couple years. The GOP focus is all, completely on investigations. I can’t fault them because, after all, they have no policies.
Life: There’s one. Ha! More and more my thoughts revolve around summary and what lessons I can take from it. You know, the knowledge/wisdom referred to in “if only knew then what I know now.” There’s not dread here, just regrets and a stifled stream of sadness for loss — Dad and Mom and the deaths of animals.
The Hurricane, Ian: It, thankfully went south of here, through Orlando to the east coast. I’m building a maintenance store of tools in case of the next one. The climate is intensifying in effects, and those who know expect storms to become much worse. So far I have a good Coleman lantern and candles. Next, a one burner stove to replace the nice one Dave stole some time back. if he moves, it will be, again, like having a second job, having been relieved of replacing the tons of stuff he’s stolen. It is not heartless for me to say that I don’t care what happens to him. He had a chance, here, to become decent, even legally prosperous, and he chose the dark route and there will be consequences, like getting evicted, a result I’m hoping for.
I’m still sipping some brandy each night, just enough to relax and forget, somewhat. I can NOT let Sandi find out. She would, rightfully I’ll say, flip and with good reason. She took care of me in my last grueling hangover, which lasted for weeks. So, she can’t know. I’m controlling my intake quite well with only an occasional morning disturbance.
Oh, I was officially given Ms. Kitty. She lives here anyway. Great little cat. My dog friends couldn’t be better. Jazz has developed a slow, happy tail wag. I think he’s back in my court as his favorite from Sandi. He sleeps on the bed with me each night. Mia, as always, is with me every second she can be. Buffy is getting old, not being quite as sharp as he used to be. Susie is, well, Susie, having little attention as a kitten. She often sleeps on the end of my long pillow.
I think of Mom and Dad frequently. And they’re in my dreams every couple months though never as passed on, just involved in some activity. I wish it were real contact. Heck, maybe it is.
