Sunday 2nd April 2017
Welsh (For Tim Price): Dydd Sul 2 Ebrill, 2017
I first woke around 0100hrs, with the intention of writing down notes of the amazing dream I’d been having, by the time I found the pen and pad, the memories had mostly dissipated! Humph! I was in a collapsed building and doing a crossword. That’s all I remember.
Woke with a proper start at 0400hrs, desperate to get to the porcelain throne and tend to the warm wet sensation from the lower regions. Good start this I thought! Harry Haemorrhoid had been bleeding badly, my new jammies had to put in soak in a bowl of disinfectant. Antisepticated and cleaned myself up, creamed the rear end and I think I might have uttered a few naughty words to myself. (Well, yes, I did!)
A new pain in the chest and under the left arm started bothering me badly, but in seconds almost, it had gone to just a little ache?
The bad start to the day brought a renewed concern about the Pension ID and bank farce. Thus I sank into the dark mood. Sorted the week’s medication pots out and made a mug of tea and took the mornings doses.
Started off the belly pork, adding Soy Sauce to the water in the Crock-Pot and put it on slow cook.
I came out of the depression a bit when I remembered I was going to see Olive later.
Got Saturday’s diary finished and posted, then started on this one.
Apprehended that I had not done the Health Checks, so got them done.
A bit up and down this week so far. This check was very low on the Sys, high on the pulse and of course, the weight is bothering me a bit, seemingly perpetual increase? If this carries on, I won’t be able to get through the door into the kitchen! Humph! Think I’ll start using the stairs now and then on a regular basis, instead of the lift?
Did some WordPress blogging.
Made another cuppa and noticed the view from the kitchen window had the shadows from the flats over the sun covered houses.
Took this photographicalisation with the old camera.
Thought it looked nice.
A lot of wind emitting from my innards this morning?
Went on Facebooking for an hour or so. Well, three hours.
Then started a graphicalisationing session.
Called Olive and she agreed for me to visit her in half an hour.
Did the ablutions and got me smelling sweet, and out to see her. Had a jolly cuddle followed by a good chinwag. She seemed in better spirits. Not received a date yet for the hip operation.
Her grand-daughter arrived and I was asked to depart, so I did.
Back to the flat and made a list of things to do for tomorrow. Bank, prescriptions and clinic.
Suddenly feeling terribly fatigued.
Got the meal cooking. I put some vegetable sausages in the oven to heat up, curried beans in the saucepan – the belly pork in Soy sauce was soon ready in the crock-pot, and I got it all in the dish.
Washed the cooking utilities first, as I just knew I was going to flake-out soon.
Enjoyed the meal, gave it a 9/10 in my mind.
A quick photographicalisation of the evening sky.
I used the new Nikon camera for this one.
All coherent thought dissipated from my rambling brain – plenty of incoherent thoughts to muse on, mind. Huh!
Nodded for a few minutes then I’d wake up, repeatedly for hours.
I was not as depressed as I have been, but confusion and uncertainty galavanted around my academically challenged brain, without my understanding of the cause or effects?
An “envelope” of course! My wife says to keep a pen and pad by your bed and learn to write in the dark to capture dreams and thoughts before they get consumed and forgotten by the dark matter in your brain. That’s what she does. You might think you are academically challenged, but few academics are as creative as you are. You are a genius at what you do on your blog. And a mighty fine linguist, I might add. BTW have you ever been “insultated” by anyone? You might call in “insultationalisation” but you probably get the gist of it. We rude Americans are always insultating each other. I like your NNS (Nikon night shot), and the shadowing photo from the old camera. Both are excellent. That’s a mighty good looking dinner. The vegi sausages look like the real things, and slow cooked, soy sauced pork bellies — yum.
Thanks Sir.
I do keep a pen and pad at the side of where I kip Tim, just like your other half does. Sometimes I find scribble I can’t read on it and can’t remember doing. Even keep a wind-up torch handy. The odd times I’ve used it and written clearly have helped me recall and record the odd dreams in detail. Last night I know I had dreams (think I do every night), but no notes and no memories at all. Annoying that. Hehe!
I’ve heard of insultated door fans and insultated running gear? And II’ve been ‘insulted’ – but the word beats me Tim. Insultationalisationistic has developed in my brain? Haha!
Them vegetarian sausages really do taste nice.
My wife gave me a couple of correctionalizations: 1) keep a pencil, not a pen, with your pad by the bed to write in the dark with. She says a pencil is easier. 2) She, a linguist, said you are a “wordsmith” with is more keeping in the English tradition as linguist is Latin. Now you know that I stand correctionizated and have passed the correctionalizations along (note the use of “z” instead of “s”! Very American of me). SYLE (See ya later Ese).
Cheers to your wife Sir.
I’m out today, got a few tasks to get sorted (Bank, clinic, Prescriptions, bread) so I’ll get some pencils if I remember.
Never been called or rated a Wordsmith before, but I like it thanks.
SYLE (See ya later Ese), a new on me. I loke that too!
Take care both.
“See ya later” is pretty standard American, but adding “Ese” is very localized. You won’t hear that much outside of north-central New Mexico or only from native New Mexicans my age and older.
Glad to hear that Olive was doing better & that your spirits weren’t so low – I hope things go well with the bank situation <3
Sadly not gal. The Doctor who could have given me a signed declaration, is off poorly.
Tsk! X