Retirement Monday

One side effect of not-working is acquiring laser focus on stuff that truly does not need it. As of the first of December, I am supposed to have a small IBM pension deposited into my checking account. Also as of the first of December, all of my prescriptions are to be transferred over to Walgreens.

Today is the first workday of December. My bank picked this morning to be not available 'doing maintenance' and Walgreens shows no sign of my prescriptions.

It so does not matter! At least does not matter today or tomorrow... next week, even, would be fine and yet, I'm so frustrated!!

I fiddled with my alarms this weekend and ended up fucking them up which resulted in a nice discovery. John Hockenberry has a new (to me) radio show called The Takeaway. It's on at 6 but an Oklahoma station has it at 7 which is better for me so now I have my alarms all rest. Hopefully. Of course, that, too, does not matter one bit.

I am skipping 'getting used to' and going right to 'really liking' the LJ changes. The edit functions work great for me and I love that, in Chrome anyway, I get a little number that shows me how many new entries are there since I read last. I do miss my own theme but I'm quickly getting over that.

Today I have swimming at 11 and on the way, I will deliver the month's bears. I also have a bunch of stuff to turn into the library. This afternoon, Tija (neighbor and owner of the gym across the street) says she can get me into the upper floors of her building so I can get a picture of the adorable Christmas tree the Department of Transportation put up on the stump of the old bridge.

So I think I'll get up and get dressed!

The Voice

Not the TV show... my own voice. For the past year and a half, I've had a voice that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't. It started after a bout of pneumonia which also coincided with my taking a bunch o' COPD drugs.

Sometimes it's just horse. Sometimes it's just weak. Sometimes it's fine and sometimes it's just not there at all. Sometimes I know when I open my mouth to say something it's going to be a wasted effort. Sometimes I think all is fine and my mouth moves but no sound comes out.

I've been trying to track in hopes of capitalizing on circumstances that make it better or times of day or activities or something.

It's not huge but it is kind of embarrassing sometimes.

So far, I have come up with squat. I read on one of the COPD forums this morning that my experience is not even usual. Oh well, glad to know I'm not special!

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Swim was good and fun. The Japanese couple who are always there on Monday morning were there today. At one point we ended up at the end of the pool together and he asked "what do you call you?" I told him my name was Susan. He is something that sounds like Yuli and she is something that sounds like Vin. We've been meetings on Monday mornings for months and months now, it will be fun to now say hi by name.

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The bank came back on line and my deposit wasn't there. So, whew, I don't have to find something new to fret over!!

today's basket