It Is Quiet Here

If you are reading this you are special. Because nobody reads this on most days. That is OK. This is written to write things. Whatever “things” might be getting written. You cannot write without writing. So I write to make my writing better.

It is quiet here. Where I can write. To hear myself. To make what I do write, when I have something to write, comprehensible. I do not always have something to write. And so I come up with something to write.

It is quiet here. I can write without people interrupting. I can write and wonder if I’ll write (or should that be “wonder if I will”?) about hearing aids, or meeting someone for PCT talk, or Camino de Santiago, or well whatever. Come on back, I’ll be here.

Nourishing Things

Things that have nourished people include these three. Sourdough, Polenta, and Commonplace Books. Two are simple foodstuffs, one is a keeper of the knowledge. All of them sustain people.

Sourdough is, or so it seems, simple. You mix flour and water. You wait. You add more flour and water. Then, eventually, it is filled with bubbles. There you have it. The thing that will raise your bread is ready to use.

Polenta, today, is coarsely ground yellow maize, coarse cornmeal. It is sustaining because you can eat it hot, like oatmeal. Or allow it to cool and become a loaf that can be grilled, fried, or roasted with topping to suit. Prior to corn being imported from the new world other grains had the same uses. Chestnuts, millet, chickpeas, and others were used. It is a flexible grain. You can include olive oil or butter, chopped jalapenos, a cheese of choice, these are the simplest of ways to modify polenta.

Commonplace Books is the way of keeping knowledge. Particularly, it was used by women before they were allowed to attend universities. There are notes in the margins of cookbooks. There are scrapbooks. There are books not know by this name. Do you have one? More? It sustains your personal knowledge base.

What sustains your life? These are three that sustain my life.

One, Again

If you are familiar with a place that works, that makes things, you are perhaps familiar with the sing X Days Without an Accident.

I am starting a sign at my house. As of today we have

One Day Without Hospitalization.

I was up to 366 days. It is time to work on a new record.

What I Do

What do I do? The list of things I have in my list, like:

  • Drive Jen to dentist
  • Letters !!
  • Eye exerdises
  • Select photos for October book
  • Walk
  • Test scanner for color film
  • Chickwheat

Remains largely undone that day. So, what do I do? I tracked them yesterday. As I finished something I would note the time. The start time would come from the prior entry. Yesterday’s entries included.

8:00 Morning pages
9:20 Coffee & emails, including Austin Kleon‘s weekly explorations
9:37 Brush teeth, shower, and shave
10:05 Latin lessons (3)

11:15 Breakfast
11:24 Emails
12:04 Mind of Watercolor YouTube and side trip to White Rabbit, tough to hear

1:07 Meditation
2:17 Eat lunch, watch Hank Green and Bosh! and Pasta Grannies on YouTube
3:47 Record blood pressure from 9/11 to today, email to doctor

4:55 Reading and coffee
6:25 To library and a dinner out
7:55 Reading
11:00 Roku, Pinkly Blinders

Yes, I’m leaving some things out, as indicated by … I was surprised by how quickly I did dishes and how long it took to do things on the computer. Lots of time on YouTube and email processing. Do I need to cut them down? To be explored.


If you are reading this you are familiar with one way I track my life. It’s a journal of sorts. I have others.

Morning Pages in which I start (almost) every day with four pages of longhand. Part of the idea is to not reread it for at least a month or so. I’ve extended that to not rereading it at all. Well, at bit once in a while. It is approaching the completion of its twentieth book. See Daily DOs for morn information.

Sketch Journal, from Lynda Barry. I have all sorts of stuff in it. With the intent of going back and finding things later. It is actually a fun thing to keep. I’m currently rereading Syllabus with the intent of injecting some of Barry’s suggestions into it. I also have more of her¬†instructional books.

Cooked a part cookbook, part food diary, it’s what I write down what I cook so I’ll have my own cookbook someday. This is not the kind of cookbook you see wherever. Ruth Reichl is kinda sorta a hero for me. Even if my Mom cooks well.

Uke, a ahem, book on learning Ukulele. This one is pretty lame. Hopefully I’ll pull it out of the bin.

Exercise in which I keep track of what I do. Well sorta. It is also lame. But I have aspirations and hopes.

Weekbook a progression of single pages that touch on what happened each week. Well, until I lost the book. When I find it, it will resume.

There are a couple of other books on the way. Watch for updates Real Soon Now.

Part One Finished

Ah Freedom! I could walk without a walker. I could, well, not much more. It was on the 24h of September that I left the Kaiser ICU-Coronary and was sent to a rehabilitation center. I’d gotten pretty restless and floated the idea of going straight home. Bad idea. I still had a tube into my stomach to eat from. That wasn’t enough for me to agree to it. At least at the start.

I’d like to say we celebrated the day of getting out of the hospital. But turthfully we’re so acclimated that I had to look up the date. I’m pretty sure it was the 24th. Four weeks to the day after I went in for my TAVR. A year later I do get a clench in my stomach thinking about it. But each day I get a bit stronger, a bit more optimistic about the future.