<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195353899472099712</id><updated>2024-09-06T14:20:05.858-05:00</updated><category term="job"/><category term="general"/><category term="personal"/><category term="home"/><category term="cooking"/><category term="weather"/><category term="rantings"/><category term="ponderings"/><category term="photos"/><category term="busy"/><category term="memories"/><category term="anxiety"/><category term="social"/><category term="tired"/><category term="advertising"/><category term="boothbarnacle"/><category term="bored"/><category term="changes"/><category term="classic"/><category term="comics"/><category term="critters"/><category term="disappointment"/><category term="hello"/><category term="holiday"/><category term="introduction"/><category term="lonely"/><category term="memory lane"/><category term="money"/><category term="olden days"/><category term="severe"/><category term="sick"/><category term="television"/><category term="tornado"/><category term="webcomics"/><category term="weedy"/><category term="weirdness"/><category term="welcome"/><title type='text'>POSSLQ Ponderings Part Three</title><subtitle type='html'>Third time&#39;s the charm, right? Yet another attempt to share my thoughts and just talk about my day or anything in general.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195353899472099712/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195353899472099712/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mr. POSSLQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304305213876939533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0VK9aO6L8vhhN2HU8E6rwFOeC07JXrCk3lbRgGj4pQRjrLL_460I1JFbjm93idrSM8v0HRd7t58oGZxIKUkfQVh5JGfvzbO_tz9LMbO4jlgmNF6g1YZjv5tqqwZXWw/s220/cutethulhu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195353899472099712.post-5997896018598476763</id><published>2019-04-30T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2019-04-30T07:00:22.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z Challenge – Z is for Zenith</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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And, here we are. 
The final day of the A to Z Blogging Challenge, and surprisingly, I
made it through to the very end.  This is a doubly-auspicious
occasion, as this is also my one-hundredth post to this blog.&lt;/div&gt;
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As for why I picked
this particular word, I believe it’s because this is probably the
height of what I can do as a blogger.  I doubt the blog will go away;
the fact that I held onto it for seven years without making a single
post should serve as testament to that.    However, I would not
expect much in the way of content, especially over the next few
months, as I recuperate from trying to think of interesting things to
write about every day.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish to thank all
of you that came and read my ramblings, and left comments in your
wake.  At least I know my efforts weren’t totally in vain. I’ve
also enjoyed reading as many of your blogs as I was able to, and as
is my nature, I didn’t say much because I could think of nothing
that needed to be said.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m not sure if I
will do this again next year.  I have plenty of time to consider that
option.  All I can say is I am glad to have made it through this
challenge, and I wish all of you well in your endeavours.&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s early morning
on Monday.  In a few minutes I’ll be heading out to do laundry, as
I do every Monday morning, and then seeing about that long-overdue
haircut.  If I’m lucky, I may get to nap for a few hours before
going to work.&lt;/div&gt;
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I suspect I’ll be
quite tired tonight, but I’ll manage to make it through work as I
always do.  But that’s not the reason for the title of this entry.&lt;/div&gt;
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It comes from
reading the comments left by others on this blog.  I know, I was
surprised to see comments here, too.  After reading them, I came to a
not-too-difficult-to-realize observation:  I’m really quite boring.
 I haven’t really written much here lately because I’ve had
nothing interesting to say, nor does anyone really care what I have
to say in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ll wrap all of
this up with tomorrow’s post.&lt;/div&gt;
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“&lt;i&gt;In Xanadu did
Kubla Khan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;A stately
pleasure-dome decree:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Where Alph, the
sacred river, ran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Through caverns
measureless to man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 &lt;i&gt;Down to a
sunless sea.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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from “Kubla Khan” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1875-1912)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We’re
all searching for our place of untold luxury, our Xanadu, and fewer
still ever come close to attaining such a place in their lifetimes. 
It would be nice, wouldn’t it?  A place of luxury, idyllic and yet
exotic, where we could indulge ourselves of whatever we desire.&lt;/div&gt;
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Some
confuse Xanadu with Utopia.  Utopia is a place of perfection in all
things, while Xanadu is a place of luxury, not quite perfect but
pleasing all the same.  They’re easy to mix up because both are
equally unobtainable, and thus both are associated with a dream that
always remains beyond our grasp, tantalizing and frustratingly
impossible to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;
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Weather has always
held a fascination for me, from the first time I stood out on the
porch with my father and we watched a thunderstorm together.  I took
note of most of the severe weather due to pass through our area, from
the greenish sky I saw right before I saw my first hailstorm (and
learned the next day that a weak tornado had passed through an
adjacent town), to the tropical storms and hurricanes that passed
through (the worst one I personally experienced was Gloria in 1985),
to the Blizzard of ‘78 which paralyzed where I lived for close to
two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;
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As I got more into
my driving career, and gained access to the internet, I fueled my
passion for weather with a need to know what conditions I’d be
driving through or in, and attempt to make smart decisions for my
travel.  Too bad my employers didn’t share this vision I had in
regard to weather, which is why I drove home through the howling
winds of Tropical Storm Floyd from about Worcester southward to
Connecticut, and then got sent out into the flood-ravaged areas of
New Jersey the following day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Many of the
commercial trucks I’ve driven in the past fifteen years or so are
equipped with radios that receive the broadcasts from the National
Weather Service.  When I was doing long-haul trucking, I had a laptop
that I would use to check the weather ahead and stay alerted to any
potential storms, and adjust my travel times or routes accordingly. 
I did the same thing when I did linehaul, getting out of Houston just
as Hurricane Harvey was making landfall far to the west of me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I still pay
attention to the weather, although not as close now that I’m mostly
office-bound.  But, when time permits, I will wander out on the
loading dock during a thunderstorm and take in the full fury of
nature playing out before me.&lt;/div&gt;
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About the only
connection I have to this word is the fact that I’m writing about
it for this blog.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have absolutely no
energy these days, despite all I do to try to stay active and live a
healthier lifestyle.    I also believe that if, when I wake up and
look art the clock, and that little voice inside my head tells me not
to bother getting up because the day is simply gonna suck, I should
listen to it more often than I have been.&lt;/div&gt;
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This has not been a
very good week.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have absolutely no
idea what I should write about for today’s letter, so I picked the
only one that conveys my current state of mind.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is why I
generally don’t blog every day … or month … or year.  I have
very little inspiration for my writing, and forcing my writing is
like, pardon the analogy, forcing a fart – push too much and all I
have to show for it is a pile of crap.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe tomorrow I’ll
find better inspiration, maybe I won’t.  It’s all day-to-day now,
right up to the very end.&lt;/div&gt;
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Normally, I would have had it written on Sunday night, or at the latest Monday morning when I got home from doing the laundry, but I was just too tired to really do anything but crawl back into bed.&amp;nbsp; I still haven&#39;t fully recovered from whatever death plague was going around at work, or from the scoping I had about a week ago.&amp;nbsp; So, it&#39;s small wonder I wrote nothing until today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will be back on track to finish this out.&amp;nbsp; I have a few posts in the pipeline, so there&#39;s no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some may call it
being stuck in a rut, I call it following a routine.  By performing
tasks in a set order, every time, I find there’s less chance for me
to forget an important step.   I find this especially important now
that there are times I tend to not recall if I did something or
remembered to take something important.&lt;/div&gt;
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Setting a routine
also helps me gauge where we are in terms of the workday, and whether
we’re ahead of things or falling behind.  Based on what time it is
and what task I’m currently performing, I can see where potential
delays are about to occur, or even if we can advance to another task
and try to get things done early.&lt;/div&gt;
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I even arrange my
work area in a certain fashion so I know where everything is and I
know what has and hasn’t been finished.  Some may know the term
&lt;i&gt;mise en place&lt;/i&gt; – a term used in cooking to mean having everything
you need, from tools to cookware to ingredients and garnishes,
prepped and ready to be put together with a minimum of guesswork, if
any.  I’ve adapted this to my work, keeping things in a certain
place and order, minimizing clutter and allowing me to focus on the
tasks at hand.&lt;/div&gt;
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Do I get thrown out
of whack when my routine is disrupted?  Sometimes, but I can recover
fairly quickly simply by getting my system back in place and stepping
back into the routine.  It may take me a moment to gather my
thoughts, but once I do, it’s all good.&lt;/div&gt;
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We’re entering the
home stretch of this challenge, and despite one hiccup (which was
totally health-related and I did make up for it), I think I’ve done
pretty good keeping up with the flow.  
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And, then comes May
1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; and  … what then?  Should I keep writing or let this
blog sink back into the nothingness I dragged it from in order to
enter this challenge?&lt;/div&gt;
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I tend not to blog a
lot because I really think people don’t care about what I have to
say anyhow.  That’s why it sat and languished for close to seven
years.  
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I guess I’ll
ponder it over the next few days and come to a decision by the time
this challenge is over.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks to my having
a pretty nasty case of gout, I’ve been instructed to follow a
low-purine diet to help minimize the amount of uric acid in my
system.  I did some research on this, and I learned the following:&lt;/div&gt;
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‘&lt;i&gt;Purine&lt;/i&gt;’ is a
medical term. It means:&lt;/div&gt;
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a) Any food
 that possesses flavor, or is otherwise stimulating to the taste
 buds; or&lt;/div&gt;
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b) Any food
 that you particularly like; all of your favorite foods.&lt;/div&gt;
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And by ingesting large amounts of purines, you can build up excess uric acid in your tissues, which crystallizes in your joints and causes gouty arthritis.&amp;nbsp;

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I had been on a diet
anyway, since my weight was starting to balloon out of control due to
the ease of obtaining and prevalence of fast food near to my place of
work.  Even just cutting that out and switching to salads from the
convenience store, with the non-fat dressings, thank you, were enough
to help me shed some poundage, and I suspect the horrors beset upon
me last week helped me lose even more.  And it did, but I suspect the post-purge binge leveled me off again.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;
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The only problem is,
with no clear diet plan, and after reading no less than four
different medical websites and getting four diametrically different
answers, I’ve split the difference and culled what all of them
agree on, cut drastically what they differ on in quantity, and
ignored the rest.  
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Much like every
other diet I’ve been on.&lt;/div&gt;
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As a result, I
probably take in less than a thousand calories a day, even with
coming home and having a snack before bed (and to satisfy the
requirements of the meds I have to take with food).&lt;/div&gt;
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As long as it
doesn’t taste good and is healthy, I’ll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;
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Stupid purines.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve always been
something of the quiet type.  I much prefer to sit in the back and
listen than to be the center of attention and do most of the talking.
 I’ve found this served me well in being able to escape social
situations where I felt uncomfortable – most times, no one even
noticed I had left until well after the gathering was over.  Some
didn’t even know I was there in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;
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But, as quiet as I
may be, I’m also watching and listening to what’s going on around
me.  I am an observer, in that I pay attention to small things that
others may miss by being otherwise engaged.&lt;/div&gt;
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For instance, I may
have come and taken a look at your blog, maybe read a few posts that
grabbed my interest.  I may not have had anything to say at the time,
hence no comment was left, but in that short span of time, I’ve
learned a bit more about you, either your personal side or your
creative side, whichever you display more prominently.&lt;/div&gt;
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And if I find you
interesting enough, I will be back.&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot of people seem
to think I have a somewhat negative attitude toward life in general,
but this is actually quite far from the truth.  I have a fairly
positive outlook, to be honest.  In fact, I’m usually quite
positive that something is going to happen that’s going to
completely wreck my day.  This serves me well in two ways.  First, if
such an event does happen, I’m not completely blindsided by it and
can usually cope with the fallout and aftermath easier, and if the
reverse is true, then I’m quite relieved that things are continuing
to go well.  It’s win-win.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, being
negative isn’t all that horrible.  Think about the times where
being negative was actually a good thing, in the case of lab tests or
biopsies.  People are usually overjoyed when they find out that a
test for a certain something came back negative, especially when the
test was to confirm something they didn’t particularly want in the
first place.&lt;/div&gt;
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Look at it this way:
 you keep a positive outlook about a certain something you want to
happen in your life.  You’re completely stoked about it, all signs
are pointing to yes, this is going to be your moment in the sun, your
moment of glory … and then it crashes and burns around you.  Now
how do you feel?  Pretty depressed, crushed, almost defeated?  Well,
keeping a slight hint of negativity to balance out the euphoric state
of positivity won’t make the low seem so bad, softens the blow a
bit and helps you shrug it off and move to the next thing, and could
even elevate the elation if the thing does indeed come to pass.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m not espousing
nihilism, or cynicism … okay, maybe a little bit of cynicism, but
only to maintain the checks and balances that keep our world
functioning.  Mix a little Wednesday Addams with Pollyanna and your
life might even seem a bit better for it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Of that I’m
positive … but I could be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;
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After basically
sleeping away the weekend thanks to the colonoscopy and the plague I
seem to have brought home from work, I feel a lot less like a hot,
steaming deathcake with extra death sauce, but I’m not completely
recovered yet.  I should be able to make it through most of my day
tomorrow, I hope … I really can’t afford to lose any more money.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve had kind of a
love-hate relationship with Mondays, usually based on what job I was
doing at the time.  Mondays with the postal service usually meant
double the volume I would have to bring out to the post offices,
because even though there’s no delivery on Sundays, the mail is
still moving.  There was usually a two-day lag, and Tuesdays and
Wednesdays were lighter than average until the volume caught back up
again.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the job I do now,
it’s hard to tell when volumes will spike or on what particular day
will be the busiest.  We basically end up playing it by ear and see
what comes in.  At most, we’ll spike a bit toward the end of the
month/quarter/fiscal year as companies rush to get billable freight
off their docks and into their revenue stream.&lt;/div&gt;
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Given how I feel, I
can only hope tomorrow will be somewhat merciful and I can actually
make it through the night.  
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Assuming I don’t
cough up a major organ in the meantime.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I spent the better part of past night revisiting dinners I&#39;ve eaten since infancy, thanks to this wonderful prep medicine I had to take&amp;nbsp; At least I solved the mystery of why there was no toy in my Cracker Jack box back in &#39;74.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have not been able to take any of the medications that help me to be a functioning member of society, and as a result, I am cranky and in quite a bit of pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, on top of everything, I think I&#39;m coming down with something.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do promise that next week&#39;s posts shall be a bit more on the lighthearted side, but for now, I just want to fulfill the obligation and maybe get some decent sleep later on.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope all of you are doing better.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/feeds/64050703556272576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/2019/04/a-to-z-challenge-l-is-for-lousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195353899472099712/posts/default/64050703556272576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195353899472099712/posts/default/64050703556272576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/2019/04/a-to-z-challenge-l-is-for-lousy.html' title='A to Z Challenge - L is for Lousy'/><author><name>Mr. POSSLQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304305213876939533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0VK9aO6L8vhhN2HU8E6rwFOeC07JXrCk3lbRgGj4pQRjrLL_460I1JFbjm93idrSM8v0HRd7t58oGZxIKUkfQVh5JGfvzbO_tz9LMbO4jlgmNF6g1YZjv5tqqwZXWw/s220/cutethulhu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195353899472099712.post-6799134721472532843</id><published>2019-04-12T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2019-04-12T13:10:14.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z Challenge  - K is for Kolaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Today’s the day I
begin my preparations for the oh-so-much-fun procedure known as a
colonoscopy, and because of this, all day today I can have nothing
but clear liquids (and Jell-O®) and count it as food.&lt;/div&gt;
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Which is making that
bag of shredded cheese in the fridge look &lt;i&gt;reeeeeeeally&lt;/i&gt; good right
about now.&lt;/div&gt;
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So, since I’m not
allowed to eat anything that resembles actual food (even more so than
usual, but that’s a different entry), I’m going to sit and blog
about it, specifically the kolaches as mentioned in the title.  
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I’d never heard of
these until I moved to Texas, and then I noticed that they were
EVERYWHERE.  The most common variety I’ve encountered are the ones
stuffed with little sausages, although the more ‘traditional’
ones are filled with fruits or jams.&lt;/div&gt;
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Our terminal manager
would bring in a box of them whenever we had to have a safety meeting
in the mornings, and I learned real quick to be careful because those
things were delicious, and I could easily have eaten the entire box
in one sitting.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m also thinking it
was a bad idea to write about food, not being able to have any, so I
suppose I’ll go console myself with a bowl of Jell-O® and dream
about tastier times.&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot of people view
being called for jury duty as an inconvenience, a disruption in their
day, or week, or however long they are required to go to fulfill
their obligation.  Not me.  I’m one of the rare few that actually
don’t mind getting called for jury duty, who enjoys watching the
process unfold and performing my civic duty.&lt;/div&gt;
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This may explain why
I’ve never actually been picked for a jury.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve only been
called for jury duty five times in my life, and only once have I
actually made it down to the courthouse.  That was in Connecticut,
and I was only there until the lunch break before I was released. 
There were two “missed it by that much” calls, once when
Connecticut summoned me not long after I had moved to Minnesota, and
once again when Minnesota summoned me not long after I moved to
Texas.&lt;/div&gt;
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My experience in
Texas has been different in that I’ve been assigned ‘standby’
juror status.  My theory on this is, should the jury pool run low
during the day, they bring in a bunch more in the afternoon so
there’s no real disruption in the process.  
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Both times required
me to call to see if I would be needed to report to the courts
building, so both times I hopped the light rail to downtown, called
at the assigned time, and was told both time that I was not needed
and my obligation was completed. Then, I’d grab lunch at a deli
near the train station and head for home, knowing full well that had
I called from home, I would have had to scramble to make it downtown
on time because I would have been picked.&lt;/div&gt;
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All in all, it’s a
nice diversion, it gets me out of the office for a day, and I get to
feel like I’ve done my part for my community.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was not able to
post anything yesterday, so I’m making it up today.  I hope that’s
allowed.&lt;/div&gt;
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The reason I was not
able to post yesterday is I was in too much pain, due to one of the
nastiest gout flare-ups I’ve had since I started my new medication
regimen.  Unfortunately for me, I had to stop taking many of the
medications I need to be able to function due to a medical procedure
I’m having at the end of this week, and the literature from that
doctor says to stop those meds at least seven days prior.  Being
barely able to walk, much less sit and type out a blog post, I came
home early from work,  took some of the meds I was still allowed to
take, went to bed, and slipped into a blissful coma until I had to go
to work today.&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s a good thing
I did make it into work today, because my office mate came down with
some kind of stomach bug and didn’t show up today, leaving me to
coordinate with the dock supervisor and get everything moved as
efficiently as possible.  
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And that, dear
reader, covers the H part of this post.  Now, on to I.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve always liked
activities that stimulate my mind, and make me think.  At an early
age, I played chess and, for a time, was pretty good at it.  Books
always have a place in my life, mainly nonfiction and historical with
a few memoirs and biographies thrown in, and while I don’t consider
myself very good at it, I do like to write, mainly short stories and
occasionally some poetry.  
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I was never big into
sports, only playing them when I absolutely had to, and as far as
rooting for a particular team in a particular sport, I don’t even
waste my time with it.  It just never held an allure to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember back
several years ago, after I had stopped being an over-the-road truck
driver, and I went with MsDarkstar to one of her writing sessions
with a few friends of hers.  I sat there with my laptop, bottle of
cider nearby, typing away at something or other – I think it was a
750-word challenge – and I think her friends at first had no idea I
drove 18-wheelers for a living, instead pegging me as either a writer
or an English teacher.&lt;/div&gt;
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I actually got a
chuckle out of that when MsDarkstar told me about it later on.  And,
I think it’s because I like to challenge myself mentally that I’m
glad I took the dispatching job.  It’s forcing me to think about
things I never considered before, to look at the whole instead of the
parts, and somehow make it all fit as best as I can.  It seems to be
working as tonight went fairly well with no noticeable hiccups.  Even
so, I do hope my office mate returns tomorrow, it does make the
chores a bit easier to perform.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve always had a
love for music, but I’ve had a special place reserved for the
guitar.  
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I remember back in
elementary school … I believe it was third grade, and we had guest
speakers come in and talk about what they did.  Our class got a man
who played Spanish guitar, and I was simply enthralled from that
moment on.  Just watching the way his fingers danced across the
strings and made such beautiful melodies made me instantly hooked.&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s after
thinking about that for any length of time that I regret taking up
the trumpet in school, but I had a hard enough time getting my folks
to sign off on that, and I can say for sure that they never would
have gone for guitar lessons.&lt;/div&gt;
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Over the years, I
gravitated more toward the bass, not being the type that really wants
to be out in the spotlight.  A little over a year ago, MsDarkstar
gifted me my very own bass guitar, and today, after using Rocksmith
to help me learn a bit, I can actually play a few songs and do it
fairly decently.  I still have trouble getting my fingers to behave
as they should, and it’s quite possible that I will never be able
to accomplish that, but at least I can say I’m having fun and I’m
doing something else I’ve always wanted to do (my entry for P will
cover more of that later on).  I do still wish I had been able to
take guitar lessons at an earlier age, but I’m just happy that I at
least was able to give it a shot.&lt;/div&gt;
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You probably know
the feeling.  Everything’s going along nice and smooth, not a
problem on the horizon, and then … it all hits so fast and all at
once, leaving you bewildered and unable to concentrate on which
problem should be solved first.  And it doesn’t stop as quick as it
started either, oh no.    You feel confused, nervous, excited, even
agitated … you’re flustered.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I’ve started
in dispatch, I had quite a few days where I felt like that.  Usually,
it just took one thing –  one minuscule, fairly insignificant thing
– and I’d be in over my head.  I admit, things have become better
now that they finally realized that two in the office are better than
one, and it’s nice that I can actually learn something from my
office mate, who has more experience on the loading dock end of the
freight business, while I have more experience in terms of moving the
freight.  It’s been a learning experience for both of us.  And,
because of it, things are running smoother than they were before.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have other things
that have me flustered, mostly trying to navigate through the series
of tests my doctor wants me to have versus how the heck I’m
supposed to pay for it all because my insurance won’t cover most of
what he wants done.&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing at a
time...&lt;/div&gt;
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As I type this, it’s
currently about 3:30 am.  To some, that’s early.  To me, that’s
awfully late, considering I just got home from work a short time ago.
I will wake up early in the afternoon, but to others it will seem
late in the day.  
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In some ways,
‘early’ is a matter of perspective, depending on which side of
the clock you’re on.&lt;/div&gt;
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In other ways, as I
was taught from a very early age, it was always goo to be early than
late.  I was trained to always plan to arrive somewhere well before
the scheduled time I was supposed to be there, and in the case of all
of the doctor visits I’ve been making lately, arriving early allows
me to finish the mountains of paperwork that need to be done before I
get to see a medical professional.&lt;/div&gt;
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On Wednesday, being
early worked out in my favor.  I arrived about an hour ahead of my
scheduled appointment, knowing the traffic around the area and
anticipating the paperwork I would have to do.  It seemed a prudent
move, and much to my surprise, I was brought in well ahead of
schedule and the entire procedure was complete before my true
appointment time had arrived.&lt;/div&gt;
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My experience on the
highways has shown me that being taught the benefits of being early
are lost on the current generation, as they rush around, arriving at
the last minute, and thinking this is perfectly acceptable.  I
personally see being early as being able to relax, not having to rush
around, having plenty of extra time to deal with delays that could
set you back a good amount of time … why rush when you don’t have
to?&lt;/div&gt;
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And once again, I’ve
finished my blog post early, well ahead of the scheduled posting
time.  Now, I can unwind a bit before heading off to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m sure many of
us at one point in our lives have faced deadlines – whether
personal, professional, or academic.   Deadlines are one of those
things that we dread, but somehow we still set, or have set, for
ourselves.  Finishing before the deadline gives one a sense of
satisfaction, of having beaten the timetable and proven that the task
was not insurmountable.  Going past a deadline, however, can mean
delays, lost revenue, failing grades … many things that make us
feel defeated, shake our confidence, and either cause us to abandon
our pursuit or resolve to try harder the next time.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve faced many a
deadline in my day.  Get freight here by this date and time, complete
this task before this time, miss the deadline and you’ll lose money
… living under a time crunch constantly isn’t exactly the best
thing in the world for your mental and physical health.  I’ve been
finding this out the hard way as I’ve gotten older.&lt;/div&gt;
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However, I feel good
because I managed to finish this post before the deadline I imposed
upon myself for writing these, and despite all of my other worries
and woes, I actually feel like I accomplished something.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yay me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve had an
interest in cooking ever since I saw my first cooking show on
television.  From that point on, I would watch as many cooking shows
as I was able to, and as one of my elective achievements in Cub
Scouts, I chose the cooking one and cooked my very first meal –
tacos.  And when I say ‘cooked,’ I mean not from a kit, but an
actual recipe.  They turned out pretty good, as I recall.  From then
on, my fate was sealed.&lt;/div&gt;
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I went to a
vocational-technical high school, which offered as one of the trades
a culinary arts course.  Over the three and a quarter years in that
course, I learned both institutional cooking, short-order cooking,
bread and pastry making, how to prepare soups, sauces, stocks, and a
variety of other things.  There are times now that I wish I had paid
more attention in school, as I feel I could have learned a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;
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My foray into the
world of professional cooking was short, to everyone’s relief.  I
learned quickly that a busy restaurant kitchen isn’t the place for
me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, I cook more
for MsDarkstar, mostly because it’s something I still enjoy doing. 
My sills aren’t the best, but I can follow a recipe without mucking
it up too bad, and she still claims my food is quite damn tasty. I’ve
done more reading and study on my own in regard to cooking, and I’ve
read things that I wish were available to high-school me as they
would have been a boon to helping me maybe actually make a career out
of it.&lt;/div&gt;
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As commonly happens
when you hit a certain age and all of those years of not taking care
of yourself because, honestly, you never expected to be alive this
long, health problems crop up that necessitate regular doctor visits.
 Holding a commercial driver’s license like I do, such visits
become mandatory for me to be able to keep my license, and by
extension, my job.&lt;/div&gt;
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About five years
ago, one of my routine DOT physicals detected that my blood pressure
was a tad elevated.  I’m sure that having just come off the road
after dealing with typical rush-hour traffic would be enough to make
anyone’s blood pressure a bit high, but I still needed to seek out
a doctor to confirm the diagnosis and begin a treatment plan, if so
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What does all of
this have to do with the word of the day? you may be asking yourself.
 A fair question, that, and congratulate yourself for being so smart
to think to even ask it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;
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You see, up until
this moment, I did not have a primary care doctor.  I didn’t have
ANY doctor, mostly because I couldn’t AFFORD a doctor.  I did some
research, which consisted of looking through the provider directory
in my insurance plan to find one that was taking new patients, was
close by, and hopefully would not start the lecture on how I had let
myself go.&lt;/div&gt;
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I met with the
doctor, and he seemed like a decent sort until he started scaring me
with his use of the “D” word as related to my weight and overall
well-being, the word being “diabetes.”  Naturally, being a new
patient, he wanted to get some blood drawn to see what he might be
dealing with.  I didn&#39;t think much of this as it seemed fairly
routine to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Until, visit after
visit, he always concluded by ordering more blood drawn.&lt;/div&gt;
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LOTS of it.  I think
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This led me to
develop a theory about my doctor fellow.  I am now convinced that my
doctor is, in reality, a sanguinarian.   He’s not drawing ALL of
that blood for testing purposes, it’s so he can have a snack during
the busy day ahead.  It’s how he keeps his youthful appearance …
see a couple of patients, chug a tube or two, back to work.  
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I’ve also never
seen him venture out toward the front of the office, with the big
windows that let the sunlight in.  Just sayin’.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, to wrap this
up, I was indeed diagnosed as hypertensive, with a few other maladies
thrown in for good measure.  I now take all kinds o’ pills that
don’t give me all kinds o’ thrills, but I’m feeling a bit
better than I had been.&lt;/div&gt;
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And it seems the
doc’s on a diet.  Only four tubes this last visit.  Maybe it’s
because of all that bacon fat running through my veins… might be
raising his cholesterol.&lt;/div&gt;
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For the first time,
I have accepted the A to Z blogging challenge, mostly to see if I
could really come up with twenty-six different topics over the course
of this month.  MsDarkstar, the woman I share my life with,  has done
this in the past and I always wondered if I could be up to the task.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’ve had to accept
a lot of things over my life.  I’ve had to accept that I will never
win the Powerball jackpot, I’ve accepted that I will forever be a
wage slave probably up until the day I croak, and I’m starting to
accept that my cat will be a bitey little orange jerk from now until
his final days.&lt;/div&gt;
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Looking back, this
might have been the easiest thing I’ve accepted in quite a while. 
Here’s hoping I can keep up the pace and keep the posts coming.&lt;/div&gt;
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Only twenty-five
more to go.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/feeds/2321010100363601648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/2019/04/a-to-z-blogging-challenge-is-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195353899472099712/posts/default/2321010100363601648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9195353899472099712/posts/default/2321010100363601648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrposslq.blogspot.com/2019/04/a-to-z-blogging-challenge-is-for.html' title='A to Z Blogging challenge – A is for Acceptance'/><author><name>Mr. POSSLQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18304305213876939533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0VK9aO6L8vhhN2HU8E6rwFOeC07JXrCk3lbRgGj4pQRjrLL_460I1JFbjm93idrSM8v0HRd7t58oGZxIKUkfQVh5JGfvzbO_tz9LMbO4jlgmNF6g1YZjv5tqqwZXWw/s220/cutethulhu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9195353899472099712.post-3373135418622270193</id><published>2019-03-24T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2019-03-24T19:33:10.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge Accepted (A to Z Challenge)</title><content type='html'>Every year, I&#39;ve seen my housemate takepart in this challenge, and this year, I figured I&#39;d give it a go.&amp;nbsp; Twenty-six blog posts during the moth of April.&amp;nbsp; It actually seems easier than the 750-word daily challenge I did once.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I will be writing about whatever is on my mind, within the theme of that day&#39;s letter.&amp;nbsp; I welcome yo to come and follow along if you&#39;re interested.&lt;br /&gt;
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