STOP THE PRESSES!
It's jerky day at Custom Box Service! Tony just walked in with a bag filled to bursting with beef jerkey. There must be six to eight pounds of jerky in that bag.
The Roth boys are fat and getting fatter! :)
When I was a child I was taught to bike on the right side of the road and to walk on the left side of the road. My parents taught me this, my grandmother taught me this, and my teachers taught me this. Later I learned that this was at least a state-approved guideline, if not a law.
Now, though, hardly anyone follows this rule. All the time — especially in town — I see people (not just kids) biking on the left side of the road. In the country, I see people walking on the right side of the road. Just this morning I nearly ran over two ladies walking on the right side of Oglesby Road at the bend near Gribble.
Was I the only one taught this? If everyone is taught it, why don't more people adhere to the guideline?
Nemo is adapting well to the household except for a couple of minor problems. It's rather overwhelming to step into the hallway and see three cats. The balance of power in the house has shifted: it's now cats three, humans two.
The cats aren't lording it over us yet, thank goodness, but that's because they aren't a unified block. Simon and Nemo get along; they're not friendly really, but they tolerate each other, and they occasionally sniff noses. Toto, though: well, Toto is herself. She's a great cat, and I love her, but she's often a little bitch. She's showed admirable restraint in not attacking Nemo, but this is because Nemo doesn't give her the satisfaction of a response. He sits patiently while she growls and hisses. Eventually Toto gives up and sulks to the bedroom.
I'm in one of those discombobulated phases of life.
My edges have frayed.
Nothing is quite as it should be.
Since my surgery (twelve weeks ago!) I've not had a day in which I felt 100%. I'm tired all of the time. My mind sort of just cruises along, never at full capacity. My self-discipline and motivation, weak under the best of circumstances, are almost non-existent. Lately, I've even found it difficult to write in this weblog.
But I feel myself subconscious preparing for a change.
Yesterday at physical therapy, Tyler measured my progress. He seemed concerned my progress. I admitted to him that I hadn't been doing home exercises for a couple of weeks. Tyler said that he could tell because my progress had slackened, that my leg strength had not improved for two weeks. We talked about what I could do to regain motivation, about which exercises were essential and how often I needed to do them.
Then Mackenzie remodeled his site using the quixotic pixels template for photoblogs. Mac's site looks great. I'm covetous. I've been meaning to redo this site for ages (ever since I created bibliophilic); I've hatched ideas, drawn layouts, and even coded some HTML, but I've never followed through to make this site look the way I want it. Mac's is a reminder that I'm slacking even in the non-essentials. I'm slacking in the things I want to do for fun.
(I love my bibliophilic layout. I'm tempted to commandeer it for foldedspace, incorporating some minor changes. Of course, that would mean ditching my trademark grey color scheme, but hey! change comes to all things, right?)
Will I find the energy and self-discipline to regain control of my life? Will I meet Dave at the gym in the mornings? Will I get the front lawn in shape? Will I finally sort all of my photographs? Sort the boxes of junk sitting on the library table? Will I remodel my web site? Will I do my physical therapy?
Stay tuned.
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — I Was Really Very Hungry My diet has suffered recently thanks to a couple of fine Portland restaurants. Also, an excerpt from M.F.K. Fisher.
2004 — Guest Blog: Dave the Lawyer Hello. I'm Dave. And I'm a lawyer.
I was also taught to walk on the left. Not only that, though, it just feels dangerous walking on the right. You can't see oncoming traffic that way.
I do remember, as a kid, thinking the "walking on the left" rule was illogical. The way I saw it, if I was gonna get hit by a car going 60km an hour, and I'm walking 5km an hour, on the left side of the road I'd get hit with a force of 65km an hour (because I'm moving against the traffic), whereas on the right I'd only get hit with 55km an hour (because I'm moving the same direction as the traffic). I was a weird kid.