Monthly Archives: September 2025

One Day at a Time

I should stipulate that the two previous posts are journaling, just simple life reminders, unlike most of the posts here which are essays. I have published them as private so you’re not seeing this anyway.

I didn’t get to this in the morning as planned so I’m a bit pressed for time since I need to get to my Monday night meeting tonight. Also I just got distracted by a video about removing yellowjacket nests from the ground. We have one near our house so I’m pretty set on removing it. Yikes.

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OK I’ve got to go now. Update tomorrow.

Neurodiverse

I guess that’s what the kids are calling it these days. I have ADHD, which when I was a kid in the fifties and sixties I was just called a problem child. My weirdness must have made it hard on my parents. I’m not saying neurodiverse folks are all weird, but I definitely was. I did well in school, mostly because I was good at test taking and could read and write pretty well. They got a lot of positive feedback from my teachers, but that was always followed with “but….”. I was the class clown and could be very disruptive. I’ll go into this more in another post.

This morning I was getting ready to do some spiritual reading and meditate. I realized I wanted to have my water bottle with me so I went up to the main level and got it out of the fridge and headed to the lower level to get ready. On the way down I thought about the paintings I have in progress and went down the basement to look at them and think about what to do next. I spent maybe 10 minutes doing this and then came back upstairs to meditate. That’s when I saw my guitar so I sat down to run through some mixolydian scale drills. I caught myself pretty quickly and headed back to the chair where I had everything ready. Everything but my water, which I had gone to get fifteen minutes earlier. I couldn’t find it. I looked everywhere on the two middle levels, even went upstairs even though I knew I hadn’t been up there since I got my water out of the fridge. I looked everywhere three of four times, muttering things like “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Finally Becky reminded me that I’d gone down to the basement, which is of course where I found it. Just an example of the shit that goes on in my brain every day.

Question: How many ADD folks does it take to change a light bulb?

Answer: Let’s ride bikes!

So the weather is again beautiful. I like to say that Minnesota weather is like the little girl with the curl on her forehead. When it’s good it’s really good, but when it’s bad it’s horrid. Fall weather in Minnesota is the best weather. I guess nothing good lasts.

Yesterday I went down to the Northrup King Building to pick up some paintings from Follow the Muse and talk to Daphnae about upcoming shows.

Today I plan to send Daphnae examples of some paintings for the upcoming designer showcase and to complete my entry for the Extremely Minnesota show at the Robbin Gallery. I might also get to renewing my membership in MAA and the Hopkins Center. I also will do my shoulder exercises, which I skipped yesterday because I had some pain going on and figured it needed a rest.

That’s all I have.

Best Laid Plans

No dirty rice last night. One of B’s pickleball friends dropped off some spaghetti so we had that instead. Tonight.

Walked about 3 miles around the neighborhood today, the weather was beautiful and looks like it’s going to be great today as well. Did my shoulder exercises with a little bit of pain. Two days ago I was almost pain free but the last couple of days there’s soreness around the limits of my ROM. Couldn’t sleep at 1:30, got up, read and had some tea. Went back to sleep and didn’t wake up until 7:30, which is great since I’ve woken up around 4:30 the last few days.

Still trying to decide which pieces to enter into the Extremely Minnesota show. Most of the ones I’ve done recently have already been shown at the Robbin. I have a few though, I have some time.

We’ve watched two excellent series in a row. Black Rabbit is really good, Jason Bateman and Jude Law are terrific as dysfunctional brothers running a New York Restaurant. Then last night we watched Hostage a tense British political espionage drama. We watched all five episodes in one sitting.

Not a lot accomplished yesterday, I did fix the dark screen problem with the TV. And started journaling again. That’s an accomplishment. And I made a list of appointments I need to make.

Today I’m going to figure out my XtMN entries and I have to go over to Follow the Muse to pick up some paintings that were in a show in Austin. Hoping Becky and I can go to brunch and make a day of it.

Here’s a list of the appointments I need to make.

  • Colonoscopy
  • Eye Doctor
  • Diabetes check
  • Dentist

Peace.

Back to Journaling

It’s Friday, September 26th. I’m going to try to start using this blog again, as more of a personal journal than an attempt at public entertainment. I considered other platforms for keeping a new journal but decided that since I’ve put so much work into this over such a long time, I would keep it right here. I will password protect some of these posts that are for my eyes only.

Right now Becky is recovering from foot surgery for a broken metatarsal and also a bad cold. She seems to be getting over the hump. I’m still working on rehabbing my shoulder since I fell and tore three rotator cuff tendons back around Christmas.

Yesterday was pretty unproductive. I didn’t sleep well the night before and was kind of dazed all day. I was able to get a two mile walk in and do my shoulder exercises. Becky pulled it together enough to go out with her “whine club” which was really good for her since she’s been so cooped up for weeks. I stayed home and watched a chilling combat movie, Warfare, which documents the fate of a Navy Seal platoon in Fallujah during the Iraq war. Every time I see one of these gritty war movies I think about how I would react in that kind of situation. I don’t think I’d do well.

My goals for the day are to meditate, work on some art and art promotion tasks and cook my version of dirty rice for dinner.

One day at a time.