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Saturday, December 17, 2005

This has probably been the best day I’ve had in awhile. I managed to “tweak” my back Monday trying to get the load leveler dock plate to deploy and it’s been bothering me all week. I have a weak back to begin with, a curved spine, and one that will “go out” from time to time, but it has felt fine all day. And despite the fact that it snowed last night, and I had to shovel and had a problem getting out of the driveway, and despite the fact that I had to work a couple of hours …that hasn’t spoiled the day.

On the way home from work I stopped at the dollar store, needed to get some socks (which I’m very hard on), and some underwear (can I talk about underwear on a blog with out having it rated as a porn site and be under FBI scrutiny). Anyhow picked up a few more instant (read meals I can nuke in the microwave) meals. I like to stock up on said entrĂ©es during the winter. One never knows when one will be snowed in, or after shoveling just not in the mood to cook. I really enjoy cooking, but there are times when I say to heck with it…I need to eat…and I need to eat now…

Probably will not go to first service tomorrow, choir is doing the Christmas cantata in the 2nd service and although I have not sung in choir this fall/winter, I usually sing with them in the winter/spring season…and they do a very good job of it (despite the lack of my help (hehe)).

Have just kicked back and watched some tube today…and went out a bit ago to clean want little snow we’ve gotten today off the drive and the sidewalk…I don’t mind the driveway…my drive may be all of 30’ long…but living on a corner lot in the city it’s the 100’+ of sidewalk that drives me nuts…I really didn’t need to do it from a “there is too much snow” stand point, but I needed to get out of the house for a little exercise…

I picked up some thin Korean noodles at Big Lots earlier in the week and decided to cook some for lunch, dressed with soy, and boiled some eggs when the water was boiling…well I’m glad I boiled the eggs because the noodles were disgusting…I love noodles…pasta…et al…but these were tasteless even with the soy, glad I had boiled the eggs, had some standard egg salad and olive sandwiches with a twist, added the resulting product from dicing one medium shallot…and an omelet with toast for dinner…okay so I had 5 eggs today and the cholesterol police will be on my case, but as it’s the only 5 I’ve had for like 8 days…screw ‘um…

Friday, December 16, 2005

We got a couple of hours of sleet last night followed byt4 to 5 inches of snow, made the morning commute a real picnic…warmed up and with the traffic main roads were ok by nightfall. Not a busy day work wise, but a full one.

Have spent a quiet night, need to check in for a couple at work tomorrow, and probably will set the alarm a little early as more snow is predicted…am bone tired…I hate shoveling snow but have not got the chance to get my snow blower fixed…rats…

Thursday, December 15, 2005

I didn’t post yesterday, wrote a post but couldn’t get connected to blogger, and was tired so shut the computer down and went to bed. We are in the middle of a severe weather watch, snow, possibly mixed with sleet…maybe a foot or more in the next 24.

Not a bad day, a relaxing evening but I’m tired and will have to set the alarm early to deal with the potential snow…nite all

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

It was very cold overnight for this early in December, -10*F and maybe even colder tonight. But the day ran pretty good, back was still a bit of a problem but it seems to be on the mend. The typical problems at work, but nothing unexpected or anything that could not be handled, all in all the day went quite well.

Came home and did the house hold chores that went undone last night, wasn’t that hungry so just cut several slices off the brisket from the boiled dinner and had a cold beef on toasted rye, with lettuce, tomato and mayo, and a pot of coffee…

Monday, December 12, 2005

It was my birthday today, and although I really had no plans, I’m glad I didn’t because the day started out bad, and got worse.

First: I forgot to reset the alarm to the correct time and almost was late for work.

Second: got to work and the truck for the west coast load was already there, problem, I haven’t even got the order yet, have no ideas what’s on it, and no time to prep the load…

Third: twisted the old back trying to get the frozen stiff dock plate to deploy.

Fourth: had to spend the next two hours, driving forklift in an unheated, freezing warehouse, which aggravated the back, and got the arthritis going in the knees.

Fifth: totally screwy afternoon just could get any thing done.

Sixth: finally got the second trailer back from repair (a good thing) except…timing was lousy…needed to unload the other one, but had to run day end….so…

Seventh: ended up staying an hour and a half over, which was spent again in the afore mentioned unheated warehouse, on the afore mentioned forklift….with the temperature now approaching 0*F… I ache all over, I’m frozen stiff…and I had several household tasks planned for tonight…

/rant…

So I ended up with take out, a very hot bath, and probably a second one before bed. A nice hot pot of coffee, and I am on the mend. Well attitude wise anyways. Not the best of birthdays but…oh and you better believe that the dang housework has been put off until the 'morrow.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

The making up of a bed for sleep should be one of life’s simplest tasks. After years of experience as to what is required as far as pillow arrangement and amount and style of cover, fabric type and arrangement of said blankets, the arrangement and the order of assembly of said covers should be rote, a no brainier. However when the presences of cats are added to the equation all bets are off. I have two cats that think that in actuality my bed is really theirs, and the third cat thinks that it is necessary that since I have no real ability to make the bed without their help, they must assist me. It is a rare occurrence when the simple process of making a bed doesn’t result in a fat, purring, hairy lump in the covers…dang.

I think I may finally kick the watching survivor habit; this result really pissed me off. The best player never actually wins the game; the player who pissed the fewest other players off wins the game. Danni did not play the best game; clearly Steph and or Raph played the best game, although clearly Ralf made a fatal error by convincing Steph to vote off Lydia and not Danni at the 4. The root problem with the game is that the players who were voted off chose the winner, and they tend not to vote for the remaining of the two which played the best game, but rather for the one that did not have a hand in their exist, and they if they had any integrity at all would vote for the one that out witted them…but that simply is against human nature…the best almost never wins…the one with the fewest enemies wins…dang…in reality a very stupid game… if you play to win we probably won’t…if you don’t play to win…but fortune puts you in the final two you probably will…stupid game…why do I watch it when my fav never wins…

I felt lousy this morning and the trend has continued all day, despite the fact that in many ways it was a good day. I slept in taught my adult Christian education class and then went to second service, the kid’s Christmas program. They did a very nice job. One of the numbers was accompanied by a group of teens, piano, violin, and bass guitar. The combo of piano and the bass reminded me that as much as music changes it remains the same. One of the key features of the baroque period was the use of the basso continuo…a keyboard instrument and either a cello or double bass playing the bottom note of the chord…and the combo of the piano with bass playing the bottom note of the chord, while the music may be contemporary…the style is 100’s of years old…

Saw dad at church, tuned out to be a good thing as he handed me a card and a check for my 58th birthday which is tomorrow, if he had forgotten, I might have forgotten that I was due at my daughter’s and her hubby’s place for a birthday dinner. Had complete forgotten the arrangements until dad’s action. Dang…trollie’s memory is getting badddddddd!!!!!!!!.

A very satisfying lunch, SJ had made an orange glazed duck, some wonderful crab and tofu dumplings (although I hate “tofu” I love bean curd, yeah I know same, same but the difference in semantics is what I hold on to). Some absolutely fine marinated mushrooms, strawberry/rhubarb pie, and an excellent NYS wine.

The rest of the day has been a total blur. I watched the final of survivor. How could two players (Raph and Steph, play an absolutely prefect game, and then when they had control take Danni and not Lydia to the final 3)? Just a stupid mistake, when discussing the game with the other survivor buffs at work, weeks ago I had said that none of the players could beat Danni in the finally 2, that was at 5 or 6 remaining, and they had to vote her off or she would be the winner. Unfortunately for the two who actually controlled the game (that is Raph and Steph, they did not have the advantage of my advice).

Anywho…I am in the middle of one of those moments that have been all too common of late. While the body has long since required that I sleep, the mind is whirling and the subject of bed and sleep is not being considered. I was originally planning to take tomorrow off, I still have a day and a half vacation left, and thought that birthday would be a great vacation day…however I have an emergency load on the ‘morrow, and since I think it might ended up a “clown car” day, I really should attend…I hate it when my dedication to responsibility and “duty” out weighs what I should really do for myself…

Weather wise not a bad early winter day in the northcountry. Not too cold, just a “spit” of snow. I was offered the opportunity to not check in at work this AM, something I greatly desired, but there were things that I really needed to attend to this AM at work so with great reluctance refused the offer. Yes I fully accept the fact that I was a complete and total idiot…offers like that don’t grow on trees…but anyways I was done in and hour and a half.

Have spent a calm day since then, a little tube, a little PC games, a little Internet, a quiet day, a restful day, although I had intended to make a deal of meals today, just had a simple omelet for lunch, and some ham salad in pitas for supper. The steak I had thawed will have to wait until the ‘morrow.

Cat aggie and I watched the movie “firebirds”…actually, frankly a well below average flick, but I was bored…and actually aggie didn’t watch the movie at all but rather wedged herself between the arm of my recliner and my body, hoping that I would pet, scratch her 20 lb body…which of course I dutifully did…much to her pleasure.

Anyways when the flick was done I caught the last hour of “codebreakers” on espn, not a movie I would every watched if not in the throws of boredom, but one of the adverts was for the movie about Roger Bannister and the breaking of the 4 minute mile. A thing I can at least comprehend and be amazed at. I have or at almost 58 (as of this Monday), I had limited athletic skills, apart from endurance and the ability to run…well I could not run short distances competitively, but middle

distance and long distance wasn’t bad. I know what it required of me to run miles under 4:20…I ran several, including a 4:11 relay spit…so I have at least a relative feel for the demands on the body…and more the demands on the spirit and the mental exertion that would be required to go the last 11.1 seconds (and in the modern era more then that) to run the times that R.B. ran, not to mention the mind blowing times that are the current standard…I could not have ever done, frankly totally wrong body time, legs way too short, but I can totally comprehend the effort required, the dedication required. A sprint is by enlarge physical training and GD given ability, middle and long distances, while training and physically ability are prerequisites, the key is a will, a mental focus a internal desire to compete, to achieve. My personal athletic career was marked by few naturally gifts, but a desire to compete that verged on insanity…the only gifts I had were endurance and an absurd, and quite destructive desire to compete. The young man who had possession of this body thought it indestructible…the old man who now has it as the home of his soul and spirit knows assuredly that the young man was mistaken.

The Sundays of advent church wise are a reduction in my responsibilities…normally I have to be there at 8 for sound check and sing with worship team in first and second service, and teach adult Christian Ed in between. But with the fact that the Christmas carols take center stage in the advent season, worship team is on hiatus until the new year. Usually first and second services are mirrors of each other. But this week the kids program is only in second service, and next the choir’s cantata is only in the second service. Normally I go to first service and only stay through second until my commitments are done… but will probably go to second service the next two weeks. I have not sung with the choir this fall, as with the commitments to worship team and northcountry choral…a third musically group would be a stretch on my vocally endurance…although I do intend to sing with the church choir in the spring season…maybe. I am a tenor…and a high tenor at that…and while the normal choir music does not ever “test” the top range of my ability…I still am a tenor. Unfortunately we have several very good church choir tenors in the local church group. So because I can sing bass as well, well I don’t have the range to sing bass II but then most if not all of the bass parts in our church choir are bass I/baritone parts, I am usually asked to sing that part…and frankly I’d rather not… you may assume that it’s an “ego thing”…and it isn’t…it’s just…well…boring…

(At this point trollie’s cats inform him that he is in the process of writing a novella…trollie ignores his cats (well as much as possible because if a cat does not want to be ignored it is a proven fact that a cat can not be ignored if it is in a state where it refuses to be ignored)…

It is late and I should have confined myself to bed and the possibility of sleep and rest for my old bones hours ago and yet I persist in making an absurdly long post to my blog that virtually no one will ever read…unless I re-read my achieves again…

Nite all