Sunday dawns with a hazy overcast that filters the hot rays of sunshine a little. Still, it is August, and the world turns a crunchy brown as we long for the rains of late Autumn. Life has settled back into a manageable routine again, but my life has changed, and I must change with it. Still, it is nice when old routines can still comfort me, though there are few of them left.
Snookums is still recovering, though it feels like we have reached a plateau in her healing. The major damage is to her short-term memory, but if something is important to her, she often will remember it. I need to remind myself that she needs the gentle nudging, and it isn’t bossing her around to prompt her for a chore that hasn’t been done. And to be fair, she seems to appreciate the reminders. I do see that many of her old routines have returned, and she does them without prompting. She make the beds in the morning, does the laundry and remembers to tune in to our old congregation’s webcasts.
But on the flip side, she cannot remember how to start her computer in the morning, and she never did master the art of the cellphone. I might restore her old flip phone now that she has no use for the whiz-bang features of a smart phone.
My cardiology visit went very well, and the group that watches my kidney functions told me that the nephrologist is going to be happy when I see him next week. But my urologist really horked me off with their delays and tries to make their incompetence in scheduling my responsibility. I will cut off my own nose to spite my face, and after all the pre-surgery visits but before the surgery, I told them to forget it as I had lost all confidence in them. So, onwards.
I need to assemble Snookums new computer chair today. The height adjusting tube gave up on her old one. But putting stuff together has become a very difficult thing for me, but I still refuse to pay someone $45 dollars to put the damned thing together.
The national news is discouraging. I gave up on TV news sometimes back and now get most of my news online. I am just a little weary of government that can’t govern, but can do symbolic gestures that are useless in solving the problems with inflation. It has effectively cut my paycheck by 20%, yet you see a Congress who wants more taxes to … ahem! … fight inflation. I can’t believe they really think they can pull the wool over my eyes. I KNOW what it costs to go to the store, and I know what it costs to put gas in my tank, and I know what it costs to have things repaired.
Then some butthead in Washington tells me it is not all that bad, it is just bad ‘messaging’.
OK … put that down for a bit … trying to stay on top of things and elect fiscally responsible politicians is a useless endeavor. Then they wonder why we hate them, because they are so … like … wonderful. Or something.
Anyways. The day unfolds, God is in his heaven and my only job is to deal with the day as it arrives.