Self-Inflicted

The past several days have been remarkably the same for me, so I’ve actually gotten into a flow… albeit an annoying one, since my body is still giving me a hard time. πŸ˜’ But I’ve been able to build up the energy to do a limited amount of “whatever” each day, but I also completely crash after I finish whatever it is that I was doing. So I just kinda have to go into each “thing” with that in mind…

It’s embarrassing being this worn down all the time. 😞 It’s not being lazy, but it sure looks like being lazy. As I’ve described to others, it’s like I wake up each day with only 10% – 15% in my battery, and once I use it up it’s just gone. That leads to unintentionally falling asleep for several hours during the day, and then only being able to sleep about that same amount that night – effectively splitting one 24 period into what feels like two “days” for me, with the second “day” consisting of me not being worth a shit.

But I’ve chosen my projects wisely over the past couple of weeks… getting all my laundry done and put away, the kitchen, living room, and bathroom all cleaned, I did a huge grocery shopping session today and put it all away, plus several other things that I needed to do like changing light bulbs in several ceiling fixtures. πŸ˜– And let me tell you, having only one arm that I can raise above my head… removing heavy glass light covers and screwing in several bulbs was the most difficult (painful) thing I’ve done in a long time. With my ill-advised Memorial Day Walmart shopping trip being a close second. 😏

I actually went to Logan instead of the one in Lancaster, because I feel like I “fit” more with the Logan people at the moment. Heh… that sounds bad, but it’s accurate… I’ve never seen so many grumpy looking average shlubs in a store at one time. It actually made it easier to shop… looking around at all these people who looked like they were significantly more annoyed than me to have to be there. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ

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Stop Typing and Get Ready

When I talked to Aunt Sharon yesterday, she mentioned that she had finished writing what she wanted for her “family history” project that she’s been working on. I think it’s going to be a brief scrapbook or storybook from her, Mom, and Uncle Jay’s childhood. πŸ™‚ It started with us just talking about how so many old photos are unlabeled, and sometimes difficult to figure out who’s who and what’s going on, so she decided that she would start writing down memories that would then go with certain pictures, to eventually be assembled into a document that she could print and share.

It sounds like the writing is done, it’s been typed into a word document, and now she just needs to have the matching photos scanned and put into the it… and I think that’s where I’m supposed to come in. 🀨 It shouldn’t be too much trouble to do, it’s just getting the oomph to spend an afternoon over there talking it all through and making sure each picture is positioned with the right story. πŸ€“πŸ”ŽπŸ“• I mean, I absolutely love the idea, so all of us “younger” people will get to hear the stories and see the things that we might not have known about otherwise… so hopefully it all comes together.

If nothing else, at least I’ll be able to scan all of the pics that she gives me today, kinda like how I just did with all of the photos (of Mom) that she loaned me a few weeks back. I’d love to snap my fingers and have every old photo just magically appear on my hard drive, but at least as we do this little bits at a time they’ll start getting archived and saved for future Shepherd / Riecky / Snead / Batina / Klingler / Burnside / Meridith / Orlowicz generations to see. 😁

Oy… somebody send me some energy plz. πŸ˜₯ This is probably gonna be rough.

You Snooze, You Lose

Well, that was a shit show. 🀨 They said they would put out the little machine to “take a number” at noon, for walk-in appointments that would start at 1pm, but yeah… that’s an idea that I’m sure looks better on paper than it does in practice. 😠 In reality, it might as well have been a scene from a general admission concert, as everyone gathers and waits for the gates to open up.

I showed up at about 11:45am yesterday and was gonna wait in my car until noon, when everyone would be able to pick a number… but the whole damn waiting area was already full of people, with even more riffraff waddling in as I parked my car and watched. πŸ™„ My mistake, of course, was assuming that the humans would conduct themselves with composure and courtesy. Hell, I dunno, maybe all of those people were deathly ill and in desperate need of attention… but cripes, did I mention it was a shit show?

Everyone looked pissed off. 😐 And the people… my gosh… it was like the perfect sampling of stereotypical “Lancaster people.” πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ My favorite was the obese lady, wearing black yoga pants, suede boots with fur on the top, a too-tight black t-shirt with holes in it, yanking her toddler along with her as she was shouting at him about something. 😟 I couldn’t have internally cringed any harder. Second place went to the young guy with dirty sagging jeans, sideways flat-bill cap, standing outside smoking and yelling into his phone.

Needless to say, I didn’t go in and take a number. 😏 The office… I’m sure there isn’t much they can do, since it’s obviously a crowd of assholes who could give two shits about whatever the rules of order are – but there’s gotta be a better way to do it. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ First thing would be not letting people inside before noon, so that they were literally pressed up against the glass of the doors. Shit… have people form a line outside, then when the number machine is set out they can grab one and go in. Heh… and when they did start giving out numbers yesterday, I can just imagine the arguments among everyone inside, who all probably said that they were there first. 🀬

Okay… I could go on… but yeah, that ended my plans early yesterday, and I’ve taken today off so that I don’t burn out from all the people-ing I’ve done over the past several days, and so I can get back at it tomorrow – with more research over the weekend if I can’t make any progress.

EDIT: I suppose all those assholes were once in my shoes, watching the BS go down…

Welcome Back

My bed has kicked my ass over the past couple of nights. The last few months have been somewhat okay, but prior to that it had a habit of messing up my lower back if I didn’t stay in just the right position as I slept. So now I’m waddling around the house, hunched over in pain like an old man. πŸ‘΄πŸ»πŸ˜£ And I know the process – it’s either gonna be mostly okay tomorrow, or it’s gonna get worse and stay worse for a while. 😐 Luckily I got the living room all cleaned up and presentable yesterday, so I’m not gonna be forced to sit in a room that’s annoying me until I feel better. (That’s my half-assed effort at trying to stay positive.)

I’m just glad that it’s a weekend day, and that I didn’t have any plans. So I can sit here with heat on my back and watch the last race of the season. I don’t have NBC (live) with my DirecTV Now service – so I’m watching the cluttered “Hot Pass” version of coverage on NBCSN. At least half-a-dozen camera views on the screen at once, live audio from whatever driver they happen to pick for that moment… it’s ugly, but it’ll do.

Ugh… it’s amazing how quickly unexpected pain like this can take away whatever “will to care (about anything)” that I may have had the previous day. 😞 Believe me, I make an effort to not be miserable… and it is an effort… but since I’m always walking that fine line anyway, it doesn’t take a whole hell of a lot to push me over the edge to bad.

Implicit Necessity

This is kind of what I do. I do the blog, and then I don’t. And then I do again. It’s been this way since I started doing this… before the word “blog” was even a thing, yet I was still putting my thoughts out here for anyone that happened to stumble across them. I’m coming off of what was probably the longest hiatus that I’ve taken, but I think I’m good to go again. I give significantly less shits about how people feel about me and their opinions about how I spend my time, so that helps.

The new site design… meh… I dunno, right now it’ll do I guess. I customized one of the templates a bit, but honestly it was more about just “getting a place ready” for me to start barfing thoughts. So you mightΒ still see tweaks now and then during the next couple of weeks, but that depends on how motivated I get. (My motivation levels are low all-around, so honestly just getting this site up and running as-is feels like an accomplishment at the moment.)

But as it has always been, it’s going to be a crap-shoot when it comes to what you’ll find when you come here. It’ll probably be average, every-day “this is what I’ve been up to” type posts for the most part, but I’m hoping to throw in some opinion pieces more often as well. Lord knows I’ve become good at ranting about things on Twitter, so it makes sense that I’d probably bring some of that over here where I can actually expand on it beyond the 140 character chunks that are imposed over there.

That’s all for now… just wanted to dip my toe in.

EDIT: I’ve adjusted the options contained within the right sidebar. When you type “rubbertoe.com” and come to the main/landing page, every one of the options will be displayed on the right hand side. Links, search, about, archive, tags, translation, and tweets. However, if you click on the title of a specific entry, or otherwise end up at an individual post’s page, all of those options except for the links and the translate option will be hidden. Also, on a post’s individual page, I’ve added a link at the top of the right sidebar that will return visitors to the main page. This is mainly for folks that end up at a post’s page through a search engine or something, and can’t just click “back” to return to wherever they were in my site.