A little of this, a little of that…
I arrived at cardio after-care this morning after a sleepless night, or what seemed like one, anyway, and discovered that my heart rate was pushing 150. They wheeled me over to the ER and applied various medicaments, until the readings they received from my body seemed to them at least somewhat less alarming. I didn’t have to spend much time there at all, really, I was unable to get my prescriptions filled in time, however. The girl at the pharmacy could tell I was displeased. I sent gas money to a friend to pick them up for me, and never heard back from them either. I will get it taken care of early tomorrow and get all those ducks lined up once more. Aim high and accept the results. Then aim high again,
I shouldn’t have trouble sleeping tonight.
Chores remain. Weather is good for now, and I should seize these moments as best I can and get as much as possible accomplished. This week I will complete the tunnels in the garden, finish cleaning the guest cabin, and get the light set up here in the front of the house so I can start more plants early for planting later. I also need to prepare for the arrival of more trees soon.
I worry about the trees I planted in autumn. They sat around for a good, long while before I got them in the ground. I was in worse shape at the time than I realized.
If I ever planned on getting anything written, now is the time to be busy about that as well. That is why I am blogging again, partly, at least. I just need to be in the habit once more. And I need to limber up my fingers as well. This takes a prohibitive amount of time still, but some evenings it is easier than others. I should write about Hambone, but there’s almost no way to do that without running the risk of it redounding poorly back on him. However, the qualities I admire about him deserve recognition. But there’s no way to shelter his identity on the western slope of Colorado. All the same, I know him to be a good man.
There are many others as well, however. I have assembled in my mind quite the cohort of angels and demons since leaving Texas. For that matter, there yet remains a considerable cadre of characters back in Texas who still people that endless parade of human debris always on the march in my head.
But it’s time for reading and bed now.
