Oh damn, I'm tired of hurting!

My lower legs, ankles, and feet have hurt since April.  So far the doctors (yes, plural) can't fix it.  Thank goodness it's a low-level hurting.  The condition is called cellulitis and apparently, there is no cure.

DoY 043 2024

 Thank goodness for my three Js:  Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, and Jameson (whiskey, bourbon, and Irish whiskey).  They sure make nights more pleasant.  I seldom (almost never) sample all three in one night.  I seldom (almost never) have more than three shots of whichever one I'm drinking in one night.  I like to think that means I'm still controlling them.

DoY 315 2023

 Well, here I am in the waning of the year, and at 81 and a half, probably in the waning of a life.

Gosh!  I got to work in the unmanned exploration of space, on missions to every planet but Mercury.  The Voyagers I worked on have left the solar system and are still, the last I heard, sending back data.  Meanwhile, I tried freelance programming for a while, then was a computer specialist for a growing insurance company til I retired.  An interesting career.

I'm sitting in my bed this afternoon wondering if I accumulated any wisdom from it.  Not unless it's the wisdom to claim none.

But it's been a good life.  I'm glad I lived it.  I don't think I harmed anyone, I may have done some good, and I helped us learn some intriguing facts.

More later.

DoY 053 2023

 My goodness!  I am 80 going on 81 (less than 3 months away).  I am in a Senior Living Facility, Atria Santa Clarita, and Linda is in a Skilled Nursing Facility.  I have strange thoughts, not that I am dying, but that I may be soon.  "Any morning now, I may wake up dead."  I don't know exactly what that means, "wake up dead".  Maybe I think that because it always makes me smile.

But for the moment, I am not dead.  I write almost every day, poems or stories.  Even some short stories lately.  Hm.  Well, the stories are short.  Does that make them short stories?  I'll have to look that up.

Anyway, My computers get more and more interesting.  I guess that means MacOS and Windows really do improve.

Well, what the hell!  Onward! Go

DoY 364

 Who is us?

Us is renewable.  Us is mendable. Well, at least once a year, us believes, us really believes, that us gonna be better next year.  Us do.  Us makes resolutions.  I know I do.  I don't know that all us humans do.  Maybe only people who grew it in English-speaking countries do.  Maybe only Christians and ex-Christians do.  But I suspect most anybody anywhere deep down knows he or she can be a better person and he or she really will be, tomorrow!

DoY 357

 Who is us?

Us is inventive!  Us is!  It starts when us're little and us get caught doing something us're not supposed to do.  Maybe it starts earlier than that.  Us get here without a language and invent how to communicate with those pesky, irritating grownups us need for everything.  What a prodigious feat!  And every one of us did it!  Did it so well us take it for granted by the time us're three or thereabouts!  Us invented the inclined plane, the spinning top, hammers, levers, the wheel!  Us figured out how to recreate fire, and mostly how to control the fires us set.  Us invented dances!  Us invented swords and armor, the bow and arrow, the javelin, the lance.  Fireworks!  Oh my goodness!  Us invented the plow, and the dam, and irrigation canals!.  Us invented boats and ships.  Us figured out a compass - either meaning.  Us invented a helicopter!  It wasn't nearly as simple as Leonardo thought, but Sikorsky (I think) finally got the details right.  Us invented the automobile, the submarine, the airplane!  Us invented kings, aristocrats, priests, engineers.  Us invented writing and scribes!  Us invented geometry.  Just that short list prove us is inventive.  Us awes us.

DoY 350

 Who is us?

Us is well-intentioned.  No one, I think, sets out to raise a criminal.  Well, a corporate executive maybe, but not a criminal criminal.  No one sets out to raise a juvenile delinquent even, I'm pretty sure.  No one intentionally pollutes the planet, us just does little things that poison it.  Without thinking.  No, if one polled our intentions, most of us anyway, us wouldn't find an intent to murder, torture, rape, ravish, steal, thieve, rob, plunder, loot, harm, or even hurt.  Somehow they just happen.  But really, us means well.