Healthy livin'

I have started to spend the work insurance.

Had my first appointment last Monday and finished out the week with an ultrasound on both my legs. This week brings blood draws and a call to the cardiologist.

I have high blood pressure and the valves in the small veins of my legs aren't working well. (I have valves in my legs, who knew?) So far I have prescriptions for two meds. Who knows how many I will have by christmas.

I went to the doctor because I haven't been feeling at all well. About three-ish years ago during a bout of depression I kinda gave up on my health care, stopped getting heart check ups, stopped the weight watchers, and once stopped it was pretty damn hard to get started again. Over the past year I started notice get an increase in angina, to the point where some weeks it was a daily occurrence. I began to feel worn out halfway through the walk to work, my weight is pretty much where it was five years ago, pre heart attack.

About the time I started to have little freak outs at bed time, my mind worrying that should I close my eyes, I might not awake come morning, I decided to make the call.

That has made a huge difference in my day. Even though I don't know where I stand as far as my ultimate diagnosis and resulting treatment goes, just taking the steps to improve my health has been a boost to my outlook.

There are changes at work that contribute to my improved morale but that's a different post.

Just walk away...

I am taking a huge step away from facebook.

With every post, every comment, every interaction I feel that much dirtier. I see the unfiltered resentment and rage lurking behind the cold dead eyes in a hundred profile pictures and I have to stop. Stop reading it. Stop feeding on it. Stop letting it feed on me...

A kickstarter that makes my toes curl ;)


Our friends at Modsock are starting a line of locally designed socks. They are close but it is the final week.

I do! And she does, too.

Last Sunday Cate and I got married. The ceremony went off mostly smoothly and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. There are plenty of photos and I will share soon.

Hot days, brown skin...

I wish there was more beach in this post but sadly it is the softening blacktop and the reflective metal of the car lot I now call the workplace.

There is one heck of a farmer's tan I got going on. No tank tops or sandals in the workplace so no, "tiger feet" this year, either. I try to take my lunch break at the nearby creek, but some days, even a legally mandated rest period seems impossible.

I had an eye exam the weekend before last, a bright, shiny Saturday and I found out I have dry eyes.I have to up my intake of Omega-3*, drink more water, and use artificial tears to help with the irritation. I know it is good to be preventative, but geez, for some reason all this shit makes me feel old.

Most days I arrive at work mid-morning and even with SPF 30 I can feel the creeping heat burn a spot on my neck just above the collar of my t-shirt. That is a summer sensation I could do without.

*I'm already taking fish oil for the heart stuff. I should be downright glossy in a few weeks

Less than three weeks to go...

To what?
Let me tell you. I have been engaged for the last two years to a lovely girl named Cate. Lots of planning is coming down to the wire.

She proposed to me atop Mount Constitution on Orcas Island. The long hike to the top proved I was physically fit.

One year ago, almost, we had a handfasting in Whatcom Falls Park. That was our official engagement party.

On July 28th we will tie the knot (literally, in our handfasting ribbons) down at Hillcrest Lodge and Japanese Garden

There is an unintentional thread running through our events of the buildings being built in the 1930's. Old timey goodness and quality construction,

I was stalking my ghost over the previous years on here and while I do not miss the loneliness of that fellow, I miss his voice, his eyes, and the engagement in the community at large.

This cold, drafty life...

I wore my snow boots into work as they are the most waterproof footwear I own. My feet aren't soaked but are partially immobilized and heavy. My rain pants are starting to reflect my own personal humidity and that's a little uncomfortable.

At five thirty it is very dark so the wash bay I jokingly refer to as mine is useless. The only light in the space is mounted high in a corner and partially blocked by a large wedge used this summer during the Dog Days event and stuffed up there afterwards. The next two and a half hours are going to be spent loitering andr looking busy on the off chance somebody actually walks all the way back here. I will be outdoors or in my unheated tin wash tunnel during this time.

The water on the cars has officially frozen now. I do not want to be out in this weather. I should not be out in this weather, I am older and I did have a heart attack not all that long ago.

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100 Cups of Coffee

Cup number five... (filled with regret)
Well if I count the total for today this is probably four. Three at home, a siteen ounce hazlenut mocha out. I will need actual food soon as I can feel the shakes welling up in my body.

I miss the immunity I built up over the years slinging 'spro. I miss slinging espresso in general. I haven't been happy at a job for like three, four years. The current job leaves me unstimulated and unhappy. 


So I was walking home from the grocery store yesterday and was detoured by a red, Estate Sale sign. Estate sales are both interesting to me, and sad. These are usually held in the homes of older folks so I am on the lookout for pipes (& pipe stuff), watches, pocketknives and the other accessories of manliness. But then I start to thinking these things are the remains of a life built together over the years. Dinners, Christmases, good days, bad days, countless cups of coffee...In my head I know these are now just things, the meanings and importance was removed with the passing of the previous owners but it still messes me up a little. I tread softly and head out. The ghosts are new here.

I look our apartment and I can remember the stories behind many of my things. The sunny day I bought, Comics, Comix, & Graphic Novels from Village Books with my book club discount, the red couch I liked when Cathy Lehman brought it to Magnolia Court, how I joked with her about leaving it behind when she moved out and later when I bought it from her when she lived just a few doors down from where I'm living now.. I will take the meaning and the stories of these things with me when I go and the only value these things will have is when they are weighed in the marketplace.

But anyway, the rest of the walk home was under a diffused sun, listening to the sounds of a neighborhood responding to spring. One yard I caught a glimpse of had some upturned earth and a big shade tree and all I wanted was some army men and some Tonka trucks (old school-dangerous metal type) and an hour to be a kid again.