Friday 1/26/24
Need to do much better. Work harder, face what needs facing, have the good focus. Deal with what needs to be dealt with while not breaking stride.
Family never comes up during the Bob Bailey episodes of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar. He has lots of friends, but there are no references to his parents, a sibling, or even his upbringing. He's a skilled listener, but he's also not shy. That's curious to me.
Downloaded three large Buck Owens Bear Family box sets. Also, the complete Beatles cartoon series.
More will be required on this new story, "Why I Hate My Friends." I don't know how much more work. That's so good though. You just have to laugh. What are you going to do against that? It's game over. We're done here.
I did deactivate Twitter. That's just enough of that.
I went to the dentist Wednesday for my six-month cleaning. I'd been having some tooth pain, but not for the last week and a half or so. Comes and goes. This, I learned, is because of my stress, and grinding that I do while asleep at night. I've been wearing down a couple of teeth in the back of my mouth. Not drastic yet, but he gave me the mirror and I could see.
He also said this is why I'm likely having headaches to start most days (like today). There's a mouthguard option; they take a mold and fit you with that. I'm thinking about it. Classical music was playing on the sound system this time and I think that is really the way to go.
Ran 5000 stairs Wednesday and did 100 push-ups. Ran 3000 stairs yesterday and did another 100 push-ups.
I don't know that Amelia liked her present from me very much. My sister sent me a video of her opening it. Was in this pink paper bag, and Amelia pulled out the shirt, didn't so much as look at it, set it aside, checked to see if there was something else (and perhaps something better) in the bag, then focused on the pink tissue paper. Well, I tried.
A friend's grandmother died a couple days ago. Ninety-eighty. That's a good run.
There seems to be quite a bit of sickness right now. My sister has the flu and the wife of the friend I just mentioned and one of his kids has COVID. He told me yesterday that he was hoping he had tested positive for it, too, so that he could tap out for a while and stay in bed. He was at best half joking.
Same person had asked me some weeks back how I manage to just never stop. There is being a Zulu warrior and not being a Zulu warrior. A lot comes down to that.
Then there are the various things I put stock in which most probably don't. I think our minds have a great deal of say with the body. I believe--and it may just be a me thing--that if you give in to sickness, you get sicker. Or the rest of you doesn't hold tight and thus allow you to do what you need to do. One's spirit also has considerable influence. This is what I believe for me, anyway, and that's how it's played out so far. Especially, I'd say, in the post-drinking years. And that's a big thing, too, of course. I think drinking weakens you in all aspects.
Wednesday I was talking to someone and they were saying they'd seen a photo and I looked trim, and we got to talking about the stairs, and I said that I don't even like to see anyone unless I've run the stairs. You could tell that they thought that was weird. Or funny. Something. But it's an attitude thing. Strong in mind, body, and spirit. Strong in character. Just cause. Carry on.
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