I was wondering and wrote about it
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.
At least when it was exhibited in 1879 it was seen as such. There is much to be considered. I
What do I do? The list of things I have in my list, like:
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)
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11:15 Breakfast
11:24 Emails
12:04 Mind of Watercolor YouTube and
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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
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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.
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.