Crastination, pro or con?

S’funny...well, in a way, I guess, me being a Master Procrastinator et al......an almost lifelong proponent of Alfred Doolittle’s philosphy....”with a little bit o’ luck, someone else’ll do the blinkin’ work....” don’t do t’day what ya c’n put off ‘til tomorrow........
The thing is, I really do want this Chemo stuff to be over and done with......like, the longer I have to deal with it, the longer ‘la vie miserable’ y’know what I mean???
But it’s really a question of balance.....I need to feel better for a little bit. I’d reached the point where my most strenous activity was taking a shower and that exhausted me to the point where I needed a nap. Taking a nap to recover from sleeping all nite is more than redundant....It’s positively socialistic, can’t figger out whether I’m a Democan or Republicrat kind’a thing.....
Anyway, I didn’t drive. I just rode around with Millyrose while we ran some errands.....that’s more exciting than it sounds.....at least, for me. Ever’ since I learned to drive, riding with someone else has almost always been a white-knuckled experience anyway. Elevates the pulse, enervates the blood pressure and, need I say, reminds you that life is precious.
I wuz just wonderin’.....if ya put things off all the time, how d’ya go from bein’ an amateur crastinator to a pro??
One of these days, I think I’ll take some time and figure that out....or not. Foggy here t’day. At least, outside is foggy. Sunny w/scattered clouds & chance of rain on the inside. Looking at clouds from both sides c’n be illusionary if not p’tick’ly illuminating......
Justin Other Smith

Chemo fog......

I griped about the lack of sunshine and t’day, we got a little sun......I wuz wund’ring if I wuz t’ gripe about a lack of money?????..........Prob’ly a waste of time......
I’m coming up on my last Chemo session and the doc told me that I c’d postpone it for a week if I wanted.......purpose giving me more recoop time ‘cuz I feel like I b’en run over and put away wet.....I told her that I’d just as soon get it over with but I’ve been pondering (not that easy in a Chemo fog) & now I’m thinking I might as well take another week.....if we’re gonna get a few days of sunshine, might be nice to feel well enuff to walk the dogs around the block.....Heck, it’s a short block, ain’t it?.....
I watched Hillary on M the P this morning....I wonder why she spells it with two L’s.....C-fog makes you wonder about the oddest things.......I think she’s gonna kick O’s butt...a lot of people’ll vote for O just ‘cause he’s black but prob’ly just as many’ll vote against him for the same reason...I don’t care what color he is, he’s just so darn young and I’m gonna vote for McCain anyway.....Old Farts gotta stick together...
Blame it on the C-fog if you want...Justin Other Smith

Under leaden skies........

I know there’s a sun up there. It’s just hiding. In years past I c’d always jump in my car and go up the hill and that jolly old sun’d be up there rollin’ round heaven all day.....(too maudlin for ya? I don’t care.) I miss ‘Ol Sol’....it’s easy to understand why the pasty-faced denizens of Seattle (rainy old Orey-goners) go even whackier when they get the occasional sunny day. Their famous grey skies also explain most of their erratic behavior.
I s’poze the abundance of sunny days in California explains our unfounded optimism in the face of earthquakes, fires, floods, mudslides and other disasters, natural and other that seem to threaten Californians on a daily basis. (It might also explain the popularity of Ah-nold but that’s a ‘nother hole story).
At any rate, in case you haven’t grasped the point of this ramble, I miss the sun.
“Blue skies, smilin’ at me.........” As a once upon a time salesman, blue sky is trade terminology for selling something that doesn’t really exist. But California is a real place. At least, I’m pretty sure that it’s real. Or very close to real. Or maybe, as that famed philospher, William Jefferson Clinton once opined, it all depends on what you mean by the word ‘is’...........Justin Other Smith

Chemo brain.........

The technical term is ‘Chemo Brain’..........or so saieth the sage Doc Kendra......that covers the inability to focus, the lack of concentration and short-term memory loss, tasteless food & drink, no energy, and the almost zero interest in everything. It also explains my ho-hum response when told the cancer was gone. It’s hard to be enthusiastic about anything when the ‘sick & tired of being sick & tired syndrome’ takes over your life.
Enuff whining already!
Next Tuesday is my last scheduled Chemo treatment. Doc Kendra told me that I could postpone it for a week, sort’a build up for it. I told her that I’d consider it but at the moment all I want is to get it over and done

Adrift on a sea of apathy.....

......or sumthin’ like, maybe a little too much selfpity altho’ I don’t know why..... I’m told the cancer is gone and I only have one more Chemo session to endure. I should be pretty happy about all that but for whatever reason I’ve been struggling with the simplest things......like getting out of bed or getting up from my chair......even taking a shower is a chore that takes some gutting up and leaves me feeling exhausted.
Big ol whiny crybaby, that’s me.....
Could be worse, I guess....I c’d be a PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE!
I wuz surprized t’other nite when Brian Williams (NBC) announced that THE MEDIA had got it all wrong. ‘Course, he then modified that statement by adding that they would undoubtedly get it all wrong again in a few more weeks. I wonder what he thinks is gonna take ‘em so long to screw up again. To err is human nature, to err multiple times on nat’l teevee is sheer determination fueled by gargantuan egoism.
I was also pleased to learn that THE MEDIA had rediscovered the fact that we are still a two-party nation and the republicans are not going to go away quietly. According to THE MEDIA, this is a two person race, either Clinton or Obama with the ever smarmy ambulance chaser, Edwards, waiting patiently for his 1/3 cut of the pie.........(well, that’s what lawyers do, don’t they?)
As far as the rest of the field is concerned, it’s like a horse race on a muddy track. You can’t tell who is who without a scorecard and the only reason they’re hanging in there is the hope that the front-runners will pile up in a tangle of broken limbs. Well, if they were horses, we c’d shoot ‘em but as they’re Pro Pols, God help us, they’ll turn into pundits and be around f’ever.
“Just bitching in the rain........” Justin Other Smith

Lull between lulls.........

It’s early morning here....quiet......lull between lulls, I guess......some storm yesterday. Blew down my little mini-garage altho prob’ly not beyond redemption. I’m told that none of us is beyond redemption but have you tried collecting from Sprint lately. Well, comparing rebates to redemption may be going a little far but that’s the language they use. Redeem your rebate! That’s what they say. The implied agreement is that you will buy at a stated price and they will send you a rebate that substantially lowers the price. The catch is......getting the rebate from a large company that says, “catch me if you can.”
And if you’ve ever been on the phone with a large company, you may have found yourself routed around the world several times before arriving at an automated message that in essence says, “up your nose with a rubber hose, buddy.” And even that, not necessarily in English.
So, we had a small storm; then we had a big storm, lots of wind and rain, lots of stuff flying thru the air tho’ I never caught hide or hair of Dorothy or Toto; I guess they lost power to about a million-three but they had if back on way faster than they did in Kansas where John and Delores were without for eight days. Good thing they lived in the city and not out in the country somewhere.
Anyway, it’s very calm and quiet here this AM....Millyrose & the dogs are sleeping soundly and only me and the damn roosters are stirring about. You’da tho’t all that damn wind would’a blown all those chickens back to Kansas where they would’a known what to do with ‘em.
Time for another cuppa coffee........Justin Other Smith

like the dry leaves, took to the sky.............

Well.....Thank God for small favors....the wind has died down. Not before taking out my little ‘mini’ garage as Sophia calls it. Opps. called it. I had a vision of it taking to the sky like Santa & and reindeers, a ghostly sail without a ship traveling thru storm-tossed skies........But Nope.....Thanks to Cary Heather and Millyrose and Da Gurlz, it ended ingloriously in a heap in my driveway. P’haps it c’n be resusiciated at some point in time. Hope so, the dern thaing cost me a hunnerd bucks at Pep Boyos and the neighbor who helped me put it up has since moved to Hanford. He tells me he hates Hanford so maybe he’ll make a FO run just to help me reassemble it. On the other hand, I don’t think I’ll hold my breath.
Kellye & da gurlz are back from Ol Virginny and Gina has returned from Paradise (Hawaii)...........
We appear to be getting enuff snow and rain to release us from our ongoing drought but given the tho’t processes of our fearless leaders, they will be so afraid of flooding that they will release most of the water so that the drought will continue prob’ly until the end of my life.......I don ‘t understand what is so difficult about only spending the money you take in ( it’s called a budget, stupid) and I don ‘t understand about sending water out to sea to avoid floods w hen it ‘s long-term drought that we face.......and I don’t understand what there is about getting elected to public office that atrophies the brain to where you don’t understand that illegal is ........well, illegal.
‘If you can’t dazzle ‘em with brilliance, then baffle ‘em with supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!’
Justin Other Smith W