Cassi Creek: My next
colonoscopy is scheduled for the end of December. Yesterday the paperwork for the procedure
arrived in the mail. Today’s delivery
brought the preparatory medicine. I have
to find some place to store two gallon jugs where they will not be damaged or
forgotten.
The prep
regimen at VA has changed markedly since my last procedure. What was a single prep day, as recently as
last spring, is now a 2.5-day regimen.
The final dose is to be ingested at 0200 before driving in for an 0700
appointment. This could be a very
interesting trip. While the procedure
does not worry me, the prolonged prep does.
More on this later.
Pulled a burn
permit this morning and plan on spending the afternoon tending the burn
pile.
The riding
mower started up with no hesitation this morning. That pleases me. The string trimmer and push mower are next on
the maintenance schedule, followed by the generator. If everything works, I’ll be very pleased.
Spent some
time yesterday on Pandora.com listening to folk singers from the late 50’s and
60’s. I recall so many of the musicians
and their groups. Those days before
music came to be delivered via ear buds or headphones that isolate the listener
from most interactions with the rest of the locale, are long ago memories. Part of yesterday’s listening was to remind
me of songs I used to play and to encourage me to keep trying to find some more
dexterity and muscle memory for my guitar’s fret board. It may be that I put new strings on the old
classical guitar that I bought while still in high school. It was used when I bought it at Shaw’s
Music. Either it will have a
well-seasoned sound or it will crack and crumble under the pull of the
strings.
I once had a repertoire,
or at least, a passing acquaintance with about 400 songs. I imagine that many of those may be
retrievable with the right encouragement.
We will see. Currently 15-20
minutes at a time is about all I can mange before my left shoulder and arm give
out. My right hand is slowly recalling
some old skills. Very frustrating when I recall how effortless it seemed before
2003. Still, I’ve left the guitar cased
and crying for attention for long periods and managed to bring the skills
back. Perhaps I can still repeat that
effort.
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