Well, I wrote what I
thought were 2 really killer posts, then I got to today and was supposed to
write about goals. The goal fairy, alas, did not materialize, AGAIN. At least
in one category, pulling together material for my self-published “biography.”
That one’s just laying there like the proverbial lead balloon. NaNoWriMo is starting to germinate, already, though. Cool.
On the physical
front, I’ve gained 5 lbs. up from 100 to 105. I must keep stuffing anything
that doesn’t walk or isn’t all maggoty, down my craw. Still doing the weird
sensory thing, and night terrors, odd perceptions, sleep-talking; a regular 3-ring circus. At
least, I haven’t punched myself in the beezer. JC told me he had a dream once,
where he ran into a tree. He woke up very abruptly, as he’d punched himself in
the nose.
There was that time I
dreamed that JC took a stick and pushed my big toe straight up and it hit me
under the chin. I woke up, hollering “Damn it! Don’t do that!” He’d skipped off
out of the house and was all the way down at the Sweetbay market, so he didn’t
hear me. Boy, does he move fast for a 65-year old man! On that note, I signed up for the National Parkinson's Foundation Webinar, so I have more information as ammo for that neuro Dr. If that doesn't work, I will tie his shoelaces together and steal all those rubber gloves. Hee.
Night terrors, or "sundowning" as it's now called. Whatever the term; it's dismaying. I always loved the night. I was a creature of it. My blue eyes worked better at night and it's certainly better for my skin. But lately I don’t. I’ve been fighting sleep and am back up
to staying up to 4 am. I had started going to bed around 10 or 11 pm, but as my
“PD or non-PD” symptoms have worsened, I hate the night, but perversely, I won’t
sleep. I’m up until 4 am, all anxiety and rage. I have medicine to counteract
all of those things, and will take it, and then, fight the sleep. This is stupid
and dangerous; I fall asleep in my chair.
JC says he woke up and I was talking
to “Angel” the vampire with a soul, on my computer monitor and was dead asleep. Wearing headphones. JC told me to go to bed; I took off my headphones and went to bed. Gah!
New plan. Take the stuff for anxiety, then take the sleep stuff when I lay
down. And LAY DOWN, for God’s sake at a decent hour, not 12 days later. That’s
what got my happy ass committed last time.
Anyway, it’s Viola v.
Viola. Sorta. My FB friend, Viola Weinberg Spencer writes poetry, which you can
read here. She is a huge San Francisco Giants fan, and she lives in
Northern California. Being ViolaFury, and from Detroit, we’re both excited
Violas! Viola is an elegant and wonderful lady. She’s classy and everything I
am not. I love her to death. Imagine my surprise and delight to discover that
she is a Giants fan and adores baseball.
I also have a
Runescape friend named Steve. In game, he’s SergioRomeo. Steve has been a very
committed GAINTS fan since I’ve known him, for over 5 years. He’s a GAINTS fan.
We’re all GAINTS fans in our Clan. The reason we’re so, is because our Clan
founder was dyslexic or couldn’t type and he said “GO GAINTS!” one year. The CC
exploded, with lots of disrespectful: “way to go, it’s G-I-A-N-T-S, JZ! Ha Ha”…
“Jeeze, my dog could type better than that.”
The ribbing was tame
because 1) JZ, our founder, though young, was respected and very dignified and
2) there was a censor, and there was no swearing or anything sexual allowed,
because 10 year olds might be offended. The fact that you were supposed to be
at least 13 to play was lost on the Gower brothers (creators of RS) but hey,
that’s RS.
Whoever wins the
World Series is okay with me. In the Spirit of Competition, if I want to douse
this in the fabled Gabe Zaldivar of b/r lame-sauce, I could say “Go Tigers.” How about
“Go Giants.” I really don’t care. A repeat for the Giants is good. The 1984
Tigers are legendary. Jim Leland, if he wins with the Tigers, will have
repeated with the Tigers what Sparky Anderson did with the Tigers in 1984, by winning a
World Series Title in both the NL and AL. That’s synchronicity, right there.
That’s cool. My late father was a huge Giants fan, as are my dear friends. It’s
all good. This is heaven; some competitor I am.
2012 SF Giants Clinch the NLC Pennant, beating the SL Cardinals.
2 comments:
You had me laughing through half of your post and crying through the rest. Not to worry,this Red Sox fan has been crying a lot this October!
Oh you poor thing! I've been a BoSox fan for forever. I know it's heresy, because of the Tigers and I do love the Rays, but I remember Yaz and the BoSox have always played some great ball. I remember the Bill Buckner incident. Yes, I'm THAT old. I'm angry with Valentine and commented about that on b/r. A good team and I am a rabid baseball fan, is like a symphony orchestra. Finely tuned, and overwrought people who are virtuosi and the conductor, or manager needs to get out of their way to manage effectively.
So, the front office hires Valentine, who has no sensitivity to players and what is needed to have them work as a TEAM. Hello! No, he manages to get factions in the clubhouse and bans the beer, which has been there forever. Gah. I don't have to tell you; I'm sure I'm preaching to the choir. I get obsessed over wrongness, if there's such a word. Thanks for stopping by. It's very much appreciated.
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