I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be,
but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.
— Douglas Pagels

Thursday, February 26, 2015

More pics of the new place, and some ramblings

Looking forward to hanging some artwork soon.

First meal cooked in my kitchen (grilled cheese).

Loads of paintings from storage, and that's not all of 'em. Mercy.
Will be hanging some, storing some, and painting over some.

Happy I could bring a small part of MawMaw's kitchen into mine.

Paper Bub approves!
(If you're not familiar with Lil Bub, you're missing out.)

The ventilation issue in my apartment was addressed quickly by the apartment complex, and I appreciate their efforts although it's not completely resolved. It's the best it can be at the moment, I think, and I'm dealing with it. So with the exception of the slight lingering smell of old cigarette ash plaguing my sinuses, I'm glad to be settling down and starting over in a new place. Everybody has been nice so far. It's a multilingual town, and with the exception of a lot of kids in the neighborhood, it's fairly quiet. I'm more rural now than I was before, so I've moved from the backwoods of nowheresville to the backwoods of the bayou. The downside other than being 20 minutes from the nearest city is that I'm in a major flood zone. If I had a back door, the bayou would be just through the woods behind it. I'll have to evacuate when tropical storms roll in from now own...something I've never done before and I'm not looking forward to...but it beats drowning. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

My ancestors founded the area and are buried around the corner from where I live. I'll talk more about this in another post. I love history, and knowing I'm dwelling on land that multiple great-grandfathers owned in the 17 and 1800s is pretty cool. I'm planning to build a blog devoted to my extensive genealogy later this year. Much to do with the current blogs still, so that comes first.

Speaking of that, you may have noticed that I simplified my blog layout. I lost the previous one when the site that was hosting the layout went kaput. I've decided to stick with plain 'ol Blogger layouts from now own until I learn enough HTML to do what I really want to do with my site. I know a lot of people have switched to other hosts like Wordpress and others, but I am perfectly content with Blogger. In fact, I'm pretty devoted to Google products in general. When Bessie Mac eventually goes to MacBook Heaven for good, I'll probably switch to a Chromebook. This isn't an endorsement...I'm only thinking out loud. I'll stop rambling now. I'm guess I'm getting carried away. I'm happy to be online today, so I'm taking full advantage of public WIFI while I have the time.

Back to the point of this post:

March is upon us, friends. Spring will be a welcomed sight.

Hair Donation 2015

Grew this mop for two years.

The mop is chopped. (I'm happier than I look. Honest.)

If you don't qualify for Locks of Love,
consider Pink Heart Funds in Long Beach, Mississippi.
They don't discriminate against colored hair.
Check them out at pinkheartfunds.org.

The Sleep Study

I'm going to attempt to catch up on a couple of blogs while I'm at a public WIFI spot. I sure do look forward to having internet at home again someday.

I had two long-overdue pulmonary sleep studies in January and February. It confirmed what my doctors and I already believed - I tested positive for apnea. I slept very little the first night, which is the norm for me. I was diagnosed with insomnia and sleep deprivation with sleep apnea. Interestingly, I wasn't diagnosed with restless legs to my knowledge, although I haven't followed up with the doc to discuss everything in detail yet, so it's still a possibility. The second night, I was on oxygen and it seemed to help me breathe better. You're sort of forced to breathe whether you feel like you can take the breath or not...you don't get a choice on pressurized oxygen, which is the point. I didn't fall asleep any faster or sleep too much longer (5 hours the 2nd night verses 3 the 1st), but it's certainly a start. Something tells me I'll start sleeping a little better once I'm used to the mask and not hooked up to 25 electrodes like a science experiment, assuming I'm not getting up every other hour to go to the restroom like I often do thanks to my meds. We'll see.

I'll meet with a CPAP company next week to discuss equipment.

Friday, February 20, 2015

A few pics of the new place

That's MawMaw's sofa. It was only used by occasional guests,
but now it'll be holding my big 'ol butt every day.

More pics soon. 

And hopefully internet so I can blog on a regular basis again.

So much to do.

Thursday, February 19, 2015


I'm moved into my apartment, albeit, sick as a dog with the flu. I tried to upload photos from my phone just now but it said memory was too low. Pfffth.

I don't have internet, and won't for at least a few more weeks, but I will see about finding a public wifi spot this weekend so I can give a real update.

Talk to you then.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Because nothing can go that smoothly.

Smoothly would be too much to ask.

I turned on the thermostat at the new place to be consumed with old cigarette smoke in every room via the vents. The longer the heater was on, the worse it got. It made me ill, so I'm back at the old place until management does something to resolve it. Almost everything had been moved, so now most of my belongings smell like smoke...a fact that makes me very unhappy. Thankfully, my bed, dresser, and artwork are still at the old place and were not affected. All of my books, clothing, art supplies including upcoming projects and a ton of canvases were among the moved, so I don't know what will become of all of that yet. I'll have to wait and see. I'm sure the clothes will be fine after laundering, so they are the least of my worries.

HKPP makes life very complicated. Triggers includes allergens and certain smells in general, but even relatives who came over to help move were bothered by the smoke. I'm not being difficult, and I hope management knows that. I just need a home that is safe, and right now, it's not. I'm not mad at them, I'm upset with the situation. Things were finally looking up, and now I'm paying rent and utilities for an apartment I can't even live in. I'm trying to be patient, and I'm hanging onto hope that they will be able to fix this issue so I can move into my home and live a boring, peaceful existence.

Wish me luck.