Scanning sensors

I've been scanning since 1500 when Bram and I got home. Scanning 2006 receipts now. All the register/POS receipts are scanned, now I'm scanning stuff that was mailed to me. I have a big stack left, but compared to what I started with, I guess it's pretty good.

Took Jackie to Petco for shots today. She was a bit nervous when they tried to draw her blood for the heartworm test - she projectile pooped. The vet pointed out that she has a melanoma on her front leg, which will need to be looked at right away. She was SO happy to be going out in the car, and to be walking around Petco. She's going back for grooming on Tuesday morning. I guess I'll have to find a vet next week for her also.

Went and got my cashier's check today for the closing next week. Paid off my two credit cards today. Now, if I can get all of this stuff scanned, life will be pretty good.

Bram and I rode around a bit today, had lunch, picked up the mail, tried to pick up the clocks. That will be Monday morning, now. Talked to a client about paying for their taxes - the next two weeks should be i-n-s-a-n-e with book keeping and tax work. Oof. I think I'll have to call that woman who says that she can do tax work/book keeping work, and see about getting her started on Monday. I just can't wait any longer.

Now, it's 21:00, and I'm still scanning. The pile is getting smaller, which is good. It's still another three hours' worth of work, though.

So, I'm going to watch the old movie "Chinatown" and then go to bed.

the last day of non-homeownership?

I dunno. it's possible.

My purchase is set to close tomorrow afternoon. I'm waiting with abated breath to see if that's actually going to happen here.

Spent some time today paying bills to get ready for the move. Now, I'm sitting here at work - not working, just waiting for enlightenment on my loan. I am thinking of moving some cables around under my desk to make things better here.

Once the documents are sent to the title company, we can have our closing. Then, comes the challenge of actually getting things moved. The lost boyz want to start moving on Sunday. I want to move on Saturday. A compromise much be reached.

I'm working on a proposal for here at the office. I need to get that done and out today.

So, is sitting here waiting to hear something the same as worrying? I think so. Maybe I should dig up some more work to do. Can't find JII - he's not answering hails.

It's nearly 11:00 a.m., and we're still waiting for word back on my loan approval. My source of the down payment, if it were required, has fallen through, and I have to find another. By today. No pressure.

I'm contemplating calling my father. I'd prefer to not. I'd prefer to not have my family's involvement in anything in the future. "The weather here is great, thanks! No, I didn't see "Desperate Housewives."

I bought the coolest red leather collar for Jackie last night. Also going to get her some new bowls, and already got E2 lined up to come up and groom Jackie to within an inch of her life so she can move back inside.

I guess I am a morning person. I popped awake just as the alarm began to announce that it was Monday. I've been outside, played with Jackie (who's VERY bouncy,) petted Barney (who's still wagging his tail, but can't get up. He'll be gone today.)

Emptied the trash. Took out the recycling. Cleaning up the dishes.

My BG monitor has either quit working, or it's complying with my desire not to deal with it today. It's almost four years old, so I guess it's okay that it's in need of replacement.

My soas muscle is whacked again. It's not as bad as it's been the past few weeks, but it's not good.

Going in to the office for a short while. Then, I'm coming back here to work on financial records and getting more stuff ready to move.

So, Brian (I love Brian) logs in this morning after a weekend long absence, and tells me he had a date. Bastard. Then, he tells me he had "good sex."

Now, what IS this "good sex" thing? I've now had three different friends mention that they long for/have had "good sex." What IS it?

I feel so out of touch. It's like me and modern music. I just don't understand it, nor do I have any association with it.

Barney is almost gone. Bram went out and checked him out (as best as a human paramedic can) and thinks that he may be alive in the morning, but that he has very little life left.

John's agreed to take him to be put down in the morning if he's still alive.

Good lord, I hope the curtain calls come to a close very soon. By that, I mean to say that I hope that this is last of Twitch dropping by at 3:30 in the morning, drunk (or anyone else for that matter,) the last of Psycho Judy calling me endlessly about stupid, repetitive things, the last of emotional manipulation by people who want me to carry their water, the last of people who can't be counted on....

I'm just about to pop with all of this.

I'm thinking about flying Nick down here from Ohio to help me move. There is, at best, a very limited expectation of assistance with this move. I am unable to provide the kind of certainty of exactly when and how this move will occur, and I have to make a hueristic evaluation of the likelihood of assistance actually coming together - and I'm looking for other capitve resources.

My father offered, but I can't see a.) having an 80 year old man help me move, and b.) seeing what I look like in a straight jacket.

I still have some things to get into place to have the move happen. I won't have those things fully in place until Tuesday.

Chuck just sent me pictures of our trip to Vancouver. We've been back for eight months, and .. the pictures are here. Jesus, I was heavier. He looked so great. All Chuck.

I have weighed the options about any new activity with the newly arrived, interesting/interested married man and have concluded that it's a no go. No more unavailable men. Zero tolerance.

Talked to my sister today, as it was her birthday. She started off by cheerfully criticizing me, as she does with every phone call, because I was in the car. I have a one hour drive to church each Sunday morning, and it's an ideal time to knock out social phone calls. However, since I'm driving in the car, it's not enough for her - she thinks I should sit in a chair and talk to her without any other activity at all. So, we get a comment. Every call.

Then, after some pleasantries, she asks me what's going on with this house. I stupidly answer rather than saying "I'll let you know what my new address is, other than that, you don't need to know."

She let me know, with a cheery lilt in her voice that no one in the family was going to help me with the housing situation, and that she had no idea how I could expect to make this house purchase happen.

She seems to love (in my interpretation) telling me that I'm a loser.

And I'm just over it.

Perhaps it would be a great idea to tell them nothing. I've said it before of myself, why can I not do that? I tell my father as little as I can, why can't I just talk about the weather, or mutually agreeable politics?

Watching more of the first season of "24." It's a terrific show.

Almost time to go to bed.

Barney the Dog 1992-2007

Barney the dog has been declining swiftly over the last few days. Bram's noted that his impending demise is neatly coordinating with having to leave this house, and that the whole time, it has been intended that he not go to the new place.

Yesterday, Barney was almost unable to get around. He no longer looked happy, curious and interested - he just looked sad and disconnected. This morning, he was lying next to Jackie's food dish, and couldn't get up. Only his one front leg was reaching, as he was trying to do something - anything. He just looks like he won't be with me when I get back from church in a few hours.

I've had dogs now since 1982; Barney has been the constant through most of that. He's been at loggerheads with me since he was just over a year old; he has shat in every room of every place I've lived, has peed incessantly in every corner, and has peed after having caught my attention to make sure I knew he was doing it. He's been a pig, knocking people out of the way to get attention, and he's cost many thousands of dollars in damaged property.

And, I have not been able to bring myself to end his life for being a bowel and bladder terrorist.

Barney has caused me great wonder and reflection - do dogs use mental law? Do they have an emotional component that brings them what they expect?

I think so. Barney was the runt of his litter, he has always expected to be pushed aside and ignored, and his behavior, while designed to attract attention has had the opposite effect, pushing away those whom he wanted and causing his reality to be that which he conceived.

I know that we tent to map human tendencies and qualities onto animals, especially onto pets. However, if we're all one - made from the same God stuff (or cosmos stuff, or flowing energy stuff, or however you want to look at it) does that not mean that Barney is just as much a part of God as I am? Is it not arrogance to consider that I, a human, have a special relationship with the impersonal God stuff that flows through and makes up everything?

My other dog, Jackie, uses mental law - I've seen her do it. When she gets the results she has put into action, she's so pleased. I think she knows that the time after Barney's death will be very special for her, and she seems not to be disturbed by his frailty, and today, by his imminent passing. She's more bouncy and excited than she's been in many years.

I'm sad for Barney's leaving this world, even at a time when I will be experiencing great freedom from it. He's been a part of who I was - a little doofus who rebelled against a world he pre-judged was out to get him. Perhaps it's a sign of my increasing confidence and maturity that he's leaving.

Thank you Barney, for sharing your time on this reality plane with me. You will be remembered always.