I'm sure that you are all wondering about the spider. I visited with him briefly again tonight. I used a broom. Karen was out with Kim (who has forbidden me to mention her name) and would have to walk through the web to get in the door.
I'm writing this from my computer room upstairs. Yep, I got the move made. It seems to get easier every time... but this'll be the last time anyway.
I was kinda planning on getting a coupla file cabinets to put the door on, but I don't really need file cabinets, and they're pretty expensive. So I refurbished an old... well, I don't know what to call it... a credenza base, I guess... that I bought for $10.00 a coupla years ago at a garage sale. And for the other end, I used an existing file cabinet.
And instead of a hutch, I pilfered the kids wire cubes. Looks pretty good, really. Better than I expected.
Karen and I had a little tiff tonight. She wanted me to go out and spend some big bucks on a computer desk... like we have any big bucks... and I went the really really cheap way... a used door, the aforementioned credenza base and the file cabinet. She was making lotsa negative noises, so I was kinda rude to her, and she went to bed without saying goodnight. O'well. I get so damned tired of negativity sometimes.
On one of my trips yesterday, I noticed a girl about seven or eight chasing butterflies in the park, and I recalled my butterfly-chasing days. Down in Enid, hot hot summer, me with a home-made net that didn't hardly work. I think that I caught most of them by hand, anyway.
I had other insects, too... neatly labeled and stuck on pins in a wooden box with a glass top. But the butterflies were the best. O'yeah, and the tarantulas.
Thinking back, it wasn't really that much fun. It seems like I was competing with all of the other neighborhood kids, who had dads to help them make the nets and the boxes.
Well, it's getting late, about 02:00, and I'm fading fast. I was up early this morning, and moving all of this stuff has pretty well wore me out, so I'm gonna shower and get to bed.
More later...
08:40...
Up, but not for too long. I hadn't eaten last night, and the old stomach was a-growling. So I had a hot breakfast... peanut butter on toast. MMmmmM!
I took the dressings off of my femoral puncture wounds last night, and they're really ugly. Or pretty, if you're into the peculiar colors of subcutaneous blood as it's re-absorbed by the tissue... browns, yellows, greens...
This right one is still pretty sore; that's the side where he had to drag the stent out and make a bigger-than-normal hole. The really pretty bruising, though, occurs when I've had TPA (when I've had the heart attacks) to thin the blood... it travels a lot further subcutaneously that way.
My experiences yesterday lead me to believe that the left ballooning was not successful; the hip was definitely painful going up and down the steps.
And no, physical labor isn't going to hurt me. Well, yes, it hurts me, as in pain, but it will not affect my arterial conditions any. It's just something to put up with.
Boy, I can't wait for Tyler to get here! Physical labor won't hurt him a bit, heh heh... I can be a supervisor. Well, OK, a working supervisor...
Back to bed for me. This is it for today...