March 27, 2015

 Since I lack the discipline to update daily, its difficult to summarize
 the week just past.  Last Sunday, March 15th, after Mass and later
 breakfast, I thought about and started to trim the Red tipped Photinia 
 we use as a separating shrub between our house and the neighbor on the 
 west side.  They have been there since 1981 and have grown tall and some
what spread out, especially the tops.  Birds, mostly doves, nest at night
 and their droppings have made part of the sculptured blocks look awful.
 The only way to eliminate that problem was to trim the bushes at the top
 so that they would no longer have a place to habitually nest at night.
 I trimmed them starting on Sunday because, Mondays is yard waste pickup
 as well as garbage day.  Yard waste must be in a bag, or bundled or in a
container. I was only able to stuff a small amount in two rubber maid
containers. The rest of the clippings remained on the driveway close to the
containers. My unrealistic hope was that the collectors might chose to put in
the rest, if not some, of the clippings. The truck is good size and they would
have done me a great favor. But no, they just did their job and picked up the
two containers.

Photinias can grow as big as trees.
Later during the week, after I trimmed and cut the grass, I decided to chop
down to size the remaining clippings so as to fit them in the two containers
as before.  I filled the two containers, and still needed more container space.
I decided that in the interest of removing the eye sore of the clippings, I would use the Garbage can as well. Typically, we don't collect enough garbage to fill up the container. Well, the large looking container, does not
really hold much. I decided that since I had chopped the clipping of one of the containers, in small enough pieces, that I would empty the can in Falo's
compost pile. That allowed me to remove some of the clipping from the Garbage can, which was too full and would not leave enough room for garbage bags during the week.
That took me about two hours to accomplish; my back was aching and I was tired. That was only Tuesday. Might have to wrap up the rest of the week in
a couple of sentences because its Friday March 27, its after 12 noon and I
have an eye appointment.
Later ..... 

Back Again; Its been close to 4 years since my last posting.

 4 March 2015

 My memory is a bit worse by my critical estimation. I am back to my
previous thoughts about writing stuff every day so my view or recollection
of the recent past will not be a near blank.  It's amazing how time really moves on and on. Duh; No, of course we all acknowledge that time moves on, but my perceptions of time in the near past and intermediate past , continue to puzzle me.  I don't know why I place so much focus or concern in my perceptions of time.  All this blah, and more blah about perceptions is not allowing me to jot down what I should so last week or month, or just yesterday will be more than a vague recollection of almost nothing.
For example, when was my last medical appointment? I will most likely remember which clinic I went to, but not the date. Perhaps it should not
matter, but its a sign or flag of cognitive impotence or memory failure.
I may think or be of the opinion that one of my vehicles had an oil change or tire rotation, a few months ago. It has turned out in several incidences over several months, that I mis-judged the time frame by several months, even years. In the near term, I cannot recall the events of 3 days ago, and
if I can, its a little sketchy. I have observed that if certain memorable events take place over a few days, I am able to recall quite well.
For example, this past weekend; On Saturday, I recall that the weather was
dreary enough that we did not elect to go to Saturday Mass.
Sunday;  I remember the
afternoon and not going out anywhere, but just now recollect that my Cousin from Ft Worth called and we talked for about 45 minutes. The thing of note, is that My cousin does not call on Sunday and I don't call him because, its a family day. His Sons and Daughters, as well as their respective children come visit the old folks. When the phone rang and I recognized who was calling, I merely answered the phone and preceded to converse without a certain awareness. Some 30 minutes into the conversation, something in the conversation raised a flag for me. OMG,
today is Sunday! and you are supposed to have a house-full of family and not be on the phone!  The Larger point was that although We had gone to church
just this morning, I FORGOT it was Sunday! I remember Monday because I had an Appointment at 1pm. I had decided to run some errands during the mid and late morning time, with a plan to be home to eat something and leave for the appointment at or about 12:20 giving us 40 minutes to make it to North Austin and my appointment. Well, I ran late between banks and credit unions, then my 5 gal of gas in the van's tank went from 5 or so gallons to 1 gallon. I had to stop at a gas station and fill up. By the time I finished pumping gas, it was 12 noon. I wondered how I was to get home
and eat something in 20 minutes. All this jibberish is relevant because it is easy to recall. If I had had a non eventful morning, I most likely would not recall anything but hanging loose for about 3 hours and unable to define this time period only as foggy or vague. Maybe, Just Maybe, I have no memory problems and its my lack of a day to day meaningful life that is my problem. In other words, its the mundaneness that is difficult to recollect.
God!, I feel better already. That's the problem! My days are the same, pretty much day after day, unless I got to church or Doctor.
On a down note, why do I forget where I put my phone or glasses? Or, on the way to the garage to get bathroom or facial tissue, I stop to do something else, and hours later, I am reminded that the hallway bathroom needs paper. Then, I remember my original trip, hours earlier.  Well, I will defer this new area of vagueness, on my next Blogural self analysis. I am confident, I will figure or rationalize why I have these experiences with distractions. Wish I could say, "Gotta go watch Leno"; How long has it been?  I am afraid to guess!