I understood from a young age that growing old wouldn’t be a picnic and I’ve met the various aches and pains I’ve developed over the years with, what I would like to believe, is a certain amount of grace and acceptance. What I’m not happy about, and what no one who ever bitched about getting old had ever mentioned to me, is how some of us (me) would develop weird little disfigurements as we age.
Specifically, little bitty bumps. I noticed a few years back that I had a couple of little bumps on my forehead near my hairline. They didn’t hurt like a pimple and they weren’t hard like a wart. Just a couple of little bumps like tiny lunar landers had set down on my face. Well, you can’t be young and beautiful forever I suppose so I accepted the bumps as a the price of wisdom and moved on. It was only a couple so no big deal. Then today I just happened to notice that the number had grown. I now have a string of the damned things across my forehead down into my left eyebrow. What the fuck?
I didn’t sign up for this shit and I want to know who to write to in order to make a proper complaint. There’s eight of those little fuckers on my face now and I suspect they’re conspiring to increase their numbers as I sleep. I tried checking on WebMD to see if they had a name for them and now I think I might have forehead cancer. Don’t ever try to look up anything on WebMD, they always say it’s cancer.
So I’m trying to spin this into a positive by telling myself it makes my forehead look all rugged and shit, but it doesn’t. It just looks like I’ve been practicing writing in braille on my face. Also, that little outcropping of hair at my widow’s peak is slowly losing the battle of existence and now you know why I shave my head regularly.
Oh well. I suppose I’ll just have to live with it, but it would’ve been nice to get a warning that this was going to happen.
Man, time sure does fly when every day is a new waking nightmare, eh? Once again I’ve allowed myself to get sidetracked and not blog at all for a whole month. Part of it is there’s so many terrible things happening with our government right now that I don’t have time enough to finish one entry about the latest outrage before two more have occurred. So I end up trashing what I was working on to try and write something that covers the latest shitstorm and nothing ever gets finished.
So too have my attempts at vlogging and streaming fallen by the wayside. I’ve got no excuse not to be doing those things as I have a pretty good setup for it these days. I just haven’t been doing it. Sadly, I’ve fallen off the bike riding bandwagon as well. It’s been over a month since I last got on that and peddled around. I step outside and it’s like walking into an oven and I turn around and go right back inside.
This week I’m on vacation and the only really notable thing I’ve done was had my first, small LAN party yesterday. Friends Bob, Greg, and Andy came over and we were all really bad at surviving in Left4Dead 2 and then, after Bob had to leave, we played a little bit of Diablo 3 as I helped Andy get back into playing it.
Other than that it’s been eat, work, play video games, sleep, repeat for the past few weeks. Anne has been unemployed so we’ve not been going out and doing things because the budget is tight. All in all, other than keeping up with politics, my life has been relatively quiet. I will try not to let it go a month without posting something again.
Anne: Your breakfast is on the counter. A boiled egg cut in half with some bacon and half a banana. Put it in the microwave for 20 seconds. Take the banana off the plate before you put it in the microwave.
Me: You don’t think I should microwave the banana?
Apologies for being away for so long — I just realized I didn’t get a single post up in February — but I am still alive and kicking. My recovery from the pinched nerve issue has been slow, but steady with my pain levels being mostly background noise these days. I had my second steroid injection into my spine on February 19th and it has helped considerably. I doubt I will need a third one.
Sitting in most chairs and on the toilet isn’t much of an issue anymore and I can bend over to pick up stuff from the floor without too much issue as long as I’m careful in how I do it. Putting my sock and shoe on my left foot is still a struggle, but I can do it on my own most days. I still have weakness in my left leg/foot/toes with numbness in the calf, big toe, and pinkies of my hands, but pain-wise I’m close to being back to normal. I can also sleep more than three or four hours at a time.
Now, of course, my hospital bills are rolling in and I’ve definitely hit the $4,000 deductible on my health insurance for the year. I fact, I somehow owe almost $4,500 to the hospital and various others involved in my treatment in spite of my deductible being $4K. I’m going to have to call Anthem and ask them how the fuck that’s possible. Thus stress over being in pain constantly has given way to stress over how to pay my hospital bill. Not sure how I’m going to do it, but I’ve been in spots like this before and have made it through.
Other than that, I’ve been working and sleeping a lot. I missed seeing the latest Star Wars movie in theaters and I’m more than a little bummed about that and I still haven’t seen Black Panther, but I hope to rectify that this coming weekend. Thanks to some help from my sister-in-law and her husband and my buddy Greg, we got the last of our boxes out of my mother-in-law’s basement. Now our basement is back to looking like this:
It really is amazing how much stuff we’ve accumulated over the years.
I’ve started digging through the boxes and a lot of them are full of books. So much so that I may need to buy a couple more bookcases if we decide to keep them all. We have to dig through all of this soon as we’re going to need the room to hold a going away party for my daughter, Courtney, who is packing up and moving to Phoenix, Arizona to take on a new job at her company that will be a big step up for her career.
Needless to say, plans to sit down and blog, vlog, and/or stream have not been working out for me lately. Not because I don’t have the time, but I’ve been lacking the motivation/inspiration. You hear all the time about how chronic pain is exhausting, but it’s another thing to actually experience it. Fortunately, I appear to be getting better and I’ve started actually exercising a bit (25 mins or so of walking a few times a week) in yet another attempt to improve my health and alleviate some of the issues I’m having. I’m hoping to buy a bicycle soon, but with the hospital bills coming in I’m not sure I can justify the cost.
So, I’m still here and I have every intention of getting back to posting more often. I can’t guarantee that I will, but, much like trying to get back into exercising, I’m going to try.
Today I am officially a half-century old. Which feels really weird to type out and read. I both do and don’t feel 50. Physically, yeah, I’m feeling it. No doubt in part because I’m not in great shape. Mentally I’m still wondering when all the wisdom is supposed to show up so I can fulfill my role as a mentor to the younger generation.
Heh, as if.
Frankly, I’ve been winging this adulthood thing all along. If I have any wisdom at all, it’s the realization that there’s an alarming amount of time in my life when I don’t really know what I’m doing. Most of the time I got this shit down pat. Then I do something I’ve never done before, like buy a house, and suddenly I don’t know what I’m doing again.
I have a lawn that I am responsible for. It was stunningly green and free of weeds in the real estate listing. Yeah, it’s not so much that anymore with me in charge. I’m looking forward to winter if only because my yard will look as nice as everyone else once it’s buried under an inch or two of snow. I own a lawn mower and a leaf blower and I’m looking at weed trimmers as a serious purchase. Hell, I own weed killer. Not that it seems to be killing weeds all that well. Followed the instructions and the weeds just laughed.
I have, for the first time in my life, replaced electrical switches in my home. That turns out not to be as hard as I thought it was going to be, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to sweating a bit more than usual on the first attempt. I can only assume all the incandescent light bulbs in this place were bought all at the same time because they all seem to be burning out within a short period of time since we moved in. I’ve replaced most of the ones in the basement with LEDs (hence the switch replacement), but now 2 of the three in the bathroom fixture have died, two of the five in the dining room fixture died, one of the two in the fixture over the back door died, and three of the five outdoor fixtures all died. The outside fixtures have new LEDs, but I need to pick up more for the others that have given up the ghost. In the dining room this will mean swapping out another light switch as it’s dimmable and old enough not to support LEDs properly.
So, yeah, lots of new stuff to learn at 50. That said, it’s been a pleasant birthday. I took the day off and have spent it alternately playing video games, getting the house tidied up for the party tomorrow, and napping. Got a few birthday gifts already too.
An early gift from my mother-in-law.
Speaking of new things outside of my comfort zone, my mother-in-law bought me a charcoal grill so I can have hamburgers and hotdogs at the party tomorrow. I’ve never grilled anything in my life. I have a basic understanding of how these things work, but I’m sure there are details I’m clueless about. Fortunately, I have friends who think about such things.
Thanks to Stan Pedzick I will have some help with the grill.
This book is amazing, though you have to go all the way to the end for the basic tips on using a grill. 309 recipes from around the world many of which I already know I won’t ever try because they are spicy and I can’t handle spicy. That said, there were several that sounded damn good. However, I doubt I’ll try the Ultimate Hamburger recipe considering it asks you to do things such as grind your own chuck and purchase sea salt from a very specific region of the world.
Speaking of books, someone bought me this and I still don’t know who.
I have many of the Calvin and Hobbes collections already, but here is every strip in one spot with commentary from Bill Watterson. I’ve wanted this for a long time so hopefully I’ll find out tomorrow who it’s from so I can thank them.
Speaking of speaking, my wife got me a Blue Yeti microphone, shock mount, and pop filter!
This thing is so sensitive that even with the gain turned all the way down it picks up the hum from my computer sitting on the desk as well as my tortured breathing, but it makes my voice sound soo good. Only thing left that I need is an arm to mount it on so the shock mount can isolate it from things like the PC and any typing I do. I guess I’m going to have to get serious about vlogging and starting the podcast with Dave back up or something. Vlogging, now there’s something else that I don’t have any real clue about what I’m going to do.
Anne also got me a funny book about turning 50 and a BBQ apron that says MADE IN 1967 on it. The apron is a bit small, but it’ll always work well as a bib if nothing else.
Lastly, my sister-in-law Angela and her husband Rob bought me a wicked cool Hawaiian shirt plus the movies Live Die Repeat (formerly Edge of Tomorrow) and Pacific Rim. I don’t have a pic of me in the shirt yet, but that’ll probably happen tomorrow.
So a little time off from work, some new toys to play with, and a party still to go tomorrow. As birthdays go, this one has been pretty good so far.
Sorry for the lack of postings lately, but we’ve been settling into our new home. We’ve been here for two and a half months now and we’re mostly unpacked. The living room, master bedroom, guest bedroom, dining room, and kitchen are unboxed and more or less sorted. Just Anne’s den and the basement remains and we made a good start on the basement this evening.
If you recall back at the start of June the basement looked like this:
And tonight it’s looking like this:
A huge improvement. The stack of boxes on the right is all stuff that needs to go upstairs to Anne’s den because it’s mostly arts and crafts or photographs and it was mistakenly moved to the basement during the move. Over in the area in the far back right is where I’ll be setting up my computer lab (my actual desk is just out of frame at the bottom) and it’s full of empty boxes that need to be broken down. 10 of the 14 lights in the ceiling have been replaced with LED bulbs after I replaced their wall switches. Just the four in front of the fireplace remain incandescent as we don’t use them as often, but I’ll be swapping those out before too long. I got my TARDIS lights my real estate agent gave me hung up in the bar area too, but I need a shorter extension cord for them.
I need to think of something to put on the wall behind me as right now it’s just wood paneling and one of the platforms for the kitty tower. I’m going to try my hand at vlogging and streaming and right now it’s stunningly bland.
I am the stereotype of the fat computer geek in his basement personified. One nice thing about the LED bulbs I put in. I don’t need studio lighting as these things do the job just fine. My webcam will do automatic background replacement, but the paneling is so light it ends up replacing part of my head and I look like a bad accident victim. I have some blue contact paper that might work, but the highlights on my chair are also blue so that could be a problem.
Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to. Working and settling in. Next Friday is my birthday and we’re having a party which is part of why we’re busy getting the last of the boxes unpacked or stored away someplace. I still have to put together my BBQ grill that I got as an early birthday present from my mother-in-law. I’ve never actually grilled anything before so that should be fun.
Beyond that I keep meaning to blog something about Trump, but the fucker is rushing from one misadventure to another so quickly that I can’t keep up. Now that things are finally getting settled around here I’m going to make more of an effort. Especially with the vlogging thing. Not sure what I’ll do it about. If you have ideas you’d like to see me try, let me know.
I’ve never given two fucks about weeds before in my life. I pretty much took a live-and-let-live approach to weeds up until I bought our house and acquired a lawn that was meticulously taken care of. Now I feel compelled to at least make an attempt to kill every weed that dares attempt to establish a foothold within my property line.
So far this has been relatively easy because the lawn was pretty much absent of any and all weeds making the ones that do show up stand out like a sore thumb. Hey, that thing looks like something other than grass! Yoink! Hey! That thing is growing in the rock bed and it’s definitely not one of the bushes! Yoink!
The flower beds in the back aren’t quite so easy to distinguish what is a weed and what isn’t. Hey, that thing is big and doesn’t have flowers…. yet… but it also doesn’t have little prickly spines so… maybe yoink? The weeds are having much more success in the flower beds where they can blend in with other things that are tall and leafy.
It’s the ones that try to set up shop in the rock beds and in the cracks of the sidewalk that impress me the most. Two of the shittiest places to set up shop and these fuckers are popping up as though they had settled down in the richest of topsoil. Inevitably I seem to pull the same fucking weed from the same spot every week or two. It really is amazing how determined life — in the form of an unwanted plant — is to set up shop wherever it can.
Dr. Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park said “life, uh, finds a way” and, boy howdy, is that ever the truth. We’ve yet to find a location so hot or cold or acidic that there isn’t some form of life present. It may be simple bacteria, but they’re there and living the good life. So I suppose it’s the height of hubris for me to assume I’ll win my war against the weeds. Especially given my general lack of motivation and avoidance of the outdoors. Still, I am making an attempt even though I know it’s probably a losing battle. It helps that my next door neighbor, Sam, appears to have nothing to do all day but tend to his lawn so it looks like something out of Better Homes and Gardens thus shaming me into action. At this point, I’ll be happy if I manage not to kill off all the non-weed plants in my yard.
After a harried three days of packing and several trips back and forth with a UHaul cargo van that we rented in addition to the movers we hired, we managed to get all our shit into our new home. We have lovingly named our new abode “Castle Boxlandia” for obvious reasons.
The current state of my basement. That’s not including the boxes in the living room, dining room, and bedrooms. Click to embiggen.
We’ve slowly started to unpack with emphasis on the word slowly. We only used the stove for the first time this morning as much of the kitchen, including most of the pots and pans, remains boxed up. Anne had to have outpatient surgery on Friday and she’s recovering from that so that’s also a factor.
That said, I have accomplished a few things such as putting together the two new cat trees we purchased.
One for upstairs…
…and one for down.
These came from two different companies and I have to admit that in the future I think I’ll stick with the company for the one on the right. On the first tree the cubby isn’t really big enough for either cat nor is the tube near the top. It’d be fine for kittens, but for adult cats it’s a little disappointing. Not that Jasper isn’t getting use out of it. The second one is not only taller (I was worried it was going to be too tall), but the cubby is more than large enough for the cats to fit in. I don’t have the ladder attached to the front of the first one yet, but it has three sisal covered rungs for scratching purposes. The second one just feels like it’s better built as well. Both went together with the included allen wrench.
I did get around to buying an electric lawn mower, but I’ve not unboxed it yet. That’ll probably happen later today after it’s cooled off a bit outside. It’s supposed to hit 90° today. I still need to buy a sprinkler as it’s not rained much lately and my grass is starting to turn brown. I did attempt to water the yard by hand a couple of days ago, but I don’t think it helped much.
I’ve received two housewarming gifts so far. The first from my real estate agent was a couple of sets of TARDIS string lights to hang around my bar. The second one was from my mom and it was a bronze colored metal sun for hanging on the front of the house that I’d had my eye on. It replaces the floral wreath in the previous pictures and looks like this:
That’ll brighten up your day.
We’ve got our computers and TVs set up and we’re back online. My computer is in the basement which is at least 20 degrees cooler than upstairs. So much so that I have to wear socks and shoes when down here for any amount of time lest my feet end up freezing. I’m hoping the reverse will be true when winter comes. On the bright side, my PC can pump out all the heat it wants without me breaking into a sweat. Even with all the lights on in the basement — which put out a fair amount of heat themselves — it stays really cool down here.
My mom dropped by yesterday with the housewarming gift above and some of her furniture that was taking up space in her storage unit that she thought we could use. My sister also gave us this huge dining room table that may not be pretty to look at, but will hold up plates of food just fine until we get something else to take its place. A couple of end tables for the living room, a jewelry box, and there’s more yet to come. We’ll be heading up that way next week to pick up a TV stand and some more bookshelves.
So here we are. Surrounded by a sea of boxes that we’re slowly working our way through. It’ll be awhile before we figure out where to put everything and what to get rid of, but we’ve no need to rush. I’ve looked forward to owning my own home for a long time and I plan to enjoy it as much as I can.
I’ve been meaning to blog something and I kinda figured the Trump administration would provide me with something to talk about, but they’re spitting scandals and crises out so quickly that it’s hard to keep up with them all.
So let’s talk about my last week as a renter. We’ve been waiting to hear an ETA on when the lady who sold us our new home would be moving out on the assumption that she wouldn’t stay right up to the deadline, but it’s looking increasingly like she will so our currently scheduled move date is Tuesday the 30th. Which is probably fine as we’ve not even started packing yet. When we moved back to Canton I took the whole week off and we didn’t start packing until 3 days before the move so seeing as this coming weekend is a 3 day holiday that’s when we’ll get all the packing done. We’re gonna need a lot of the stuff we’ll be packing until right up to the end anyway. A good chunk of our stuff is still in boxes in the basement from the last move so that’s stuff we won’t have to worry about at least. I’ll probably start pulling books and DVDs/Blu-rays from the shelves after work during the week, but it won’t be a mad rush until Friday arrives.
We’ve started in on the new furniture buying though. Both Anne and I need new computer chairs and we found a couple on Amazon that will support our weight and should offer better support and Anne’s was on sale so we ordered them already. They should arrive at our apartment around Wednesday. I’ve also picked out a new computer desk from IKEA that isn’t really advertised as a computer desk, but tends to be very popular with computer geeks because it’s very wide. I’ve not bought it yet, but it’s on the pending list. We’re probably going to hit up some garage sales once we’ve moved in to find a bed frame for the guest room with boxspring and mattress to follow later. We’re debating whether to put the loveseat and recliner we have now in the living room or the basement. We’re going to end up with a couch and another chair in one of those two places eventually.
One thing I’ve learned is that everyone you know will take the opportunity of you buying your first house to unload extra furniture on you as soon as they hear about it. Which isn’t a complaint as there’s plenty we’re going to need. My mother is giving us her TV stand and a shelving unit she used to keep her stereo system on. My sister has offered us a table. Someone Anne knows at work is giving us a lawn mower and snowblower. They’re used, but they work and it’ll make for a couple less things we’ll need to worry about right away. No one has offered me a ladder yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens.
Needless to say, I’m both excited and nervous. I’ve technically been a homeowner for three weeks already, but it doesn’t really feel like it because we’re not actually moved in and I’ve not had to make a mortgage payment yet. I also have to confess to being a bit worried about the future. I’ll be 80 before my mortgage is paid off — assuming I don’t try to refinance it at some point and I don’t die before then — and I’ve got minimal retirement savings due to working as a contractor for most of my career, which means I’m going to have to stay employed at a decent job for as long as I can unless I get really lucky and win the lotto or something. I have no idea how I’m going to keep this home into my retirement years and it worries me, but I’m trying not to think about that too much.
For now, I’m trying to enjoy the fact that I have a new house I’m about to move into. It’s taken me a long time to get to this point and I probably should’ve done this years ago, but I got there eventually. For awhile there it seemed like it would always be just out of reach.