Big issues have dominated our lives for the past year; the move, the new jobs, the loss of our health benefits, the loss of the new jobs, the challenge of heating our home. We stepped outside of ourselves, adopted a wider view, to navigate the waters. We suspended our usual disbelief in the pop culture, and those who live by it, to accommodate the changes. The pop culture is a spiritual "one-night-stand". We suffered.
Now we are home. It is time to let go of the larger picture. It is time to breath deeply.
Today we cleaned the main floor of the house. Or rather, we began the task. A years worth of masonry dust, wood smoke and plain old household dust has now been washed away. We cleaned light fixtures, cabinet tops, walls and assorted "do-dads".
"Do-dads" are what my grandfather called all non-functional items placed in a room to provide visual appeal. The term was never used in a complimentary fashion. Our "do-dads" are objects with sentimental appeal, rather than visual beauty. Grandpa would not have acknowledged a difference.
Several months ago, my doctor prescribed Lipitor to lower my cholesterol levels. It is not a good medication for me; I began retaining water in a big way, and experienced a lot of pain in my arm and leg. I stopped taking the medication a week ago, but the swelling and pain persist. Another chat with the doctor is in order, next week. In the meantime, comfort has been attained by the removal of all rings, and regular doses of ibuprofen.
I am working studiously on my database and PHP project. It is slow going, mostly because the little, obvious things that escape mention in the documentation are, from my perspective, big, mysterious things that need telling. A lot like real life, this programming stuff.
There is a definite zigzagginess to existence right now. It's a James-Joyceian life.
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Looking up on a Saturday morning.
Wind: S 11 km/h
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Sunrise 6:42 AM EDT
Sunset 7:55 PM EDT
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