Sometimes, success is measured in the eye of the beholder.

I’ve been working like mad trying to get my house in order so that I can go tear my Mother’s house apart.  I’ve made tremendous progress and tonight, I will be eating my first meal cooked in my kitchen on my plates with my silverware.  Then I will wash dishes in my sink, and maybe even put them back where they belong in the shelves.  It really doesn’t take much.

I ran up to Fairfield today and packed the bulk  of Mother’s china hutch.  It took three dish tubs.  I have one left.  My Dad is having such a tough time.  It’s hard for him to help, and since I’m basically cut from the exact same cloth, I know it’s got to be brutal for him.  I don’t know if he’s figured out or not, but I’m living closer than I have in 30 years.  Actually, when I moved out I was a lot farther away.  I’ll be able to bring him over here and put him to work on projects.  He’s upset about losing his garage and I get that.  The real estate market has changed dramatically since the moved 9 years ago.  If we got him a garage, he’d have to build a loft in it so he had someplace to sleep.  Parkinson’s is a terrible disease.  As soon as I get settled, I’m going to get involved on some level.  They’re fighting an uphill battle with our jackass President who is using religious politics to stymie research.  I wish for him the same fate as Reagan.  Reagan could have been spared through stem cell research, his son spoke up and said as much.  It’s science, and it’s showing promise.  Ronnie doesn’t want to be wandering the streets in his pj’s and I don’t want to be face planting in the begonias when I get old.  I’m going to work to further the research that might save my life, or at least improve the quality.

Tomorrow starts week 2 of the four week workout schedule.  Week 2 is always better than week one.  I’m getting stronger as the stress level from the move and finding the folks a condo is disapating.  I should have my superpowers back in another week or two.  Weight is stuck at 208.  Today has been an epic free day with bacon and eggs and german chocolate cake and tonight a New York and a potato baked in my new oven.  Yeah, it’s like that.

3 Replies to “Sometimes, success is measured in the eye of the beholder.”

  1. Ooh, german chocolate cake! I had some of that at my stepmom’s & grandma’s birthday party. SweetPea is “allergic” to coconut so it’s a rare treat.

    Are you sure focusing on your weight is the right tactic? What with the muscle building and all, I’d think that wouldn’t be an adequate measure of where you’re at.

    I totally don’t know what to say about the other stuff that wouldn’t get off onto a long ass ramble. I’m sure you understand why.

    Give Fartman a hug from me.

  2. It’s not, but I can’t find my Moron body fat calculater since the move.

    Generally, I carry right around 136 pounds of muscle and bone. With a 20% body fat level, I should weigh right around 165, which is what I’m trying to do. At that point, the Knee Doctor will do the “buff and shine” my arthritic old knees are screaming for and I’ll be a happy duck.

  3. So, 40 pounds? From where you’re at now (i.e. actually on the ball food-wise & working out), that seems pretty intimidating.

    Are you eating six small meals a day?

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