Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Odds and Ends No. 21


Sometimes, there is a fifty cent solution to
a million dollar problem. We used say that
in the Army all the time. People called it

many things. Battlefield expediency,
innovation, quick thinking, love of your
fellow man (or woman), luck, chance, or the

intervention of Almighty God in the affairs
of you and me. This time it may have taken
the form of a Bullet Journal (Not HTTPS.)

Or not. That’s why I was out of action
yesterday. I setup and am “testing” my own
handwritten project, to-do, calendar, life,

everything bullet journal. Oddly, I did get out
of my bologna rut yesterday. Tuna. Drain one
can of tuna. Sprinkle generously with any

form of garlic. No fresh, so I used powder. Or,
minced dry is okay, too. Added a little mayo to
the dry side. Don’t want it swimming in mayo.

Dark rye toast; like cardboard, the way I like it!
(They just took me in for my EMG test. Waiting.)
Scoop tuna on toast. Add romaine lettuce and a

slice or two of cheese. I looked in the fridge and
took some Pepper Jack. The end of the rye bread
came when I had it with a bowl of yesterday’s

cabbage soup for dinner. Why is it that soup
tastes better on the day after it was cooked? Hope
the doc gets here soon. I’ve already gone to the

bathroom once since I’ve been here. I was here 15
minutes before my appointment and it is now 45
past it. EMG is finished. Doc walked out to have

his nurse add spine to neck MRI for Friday. I think
he said something like L5 S1 are slow. Otherwise,
my muscles and other stuff okay. I may have to

take a nerve biopsy. He said my brain MRI okay.
Now 13:46. No lunch yet. Out of bread. Subway?
Tacos? When you are hungry everything sounds

good. Odd, Trello won’t sync without WiFi. Bullet
Journal is looking good, but I didn’t expect more
hand pain. My hands hurt and writing a lot makes

the pain worse. Something has to work! Doc not
back yet. Now 14:16. Still not back. I’ve been here
almost three hours. (Third time to the bathroom.)

He came back. He looked over my records. We
talked a little more. Nothing conclusive. Tests first
for now. Any more tests! I’m turning this by hand

bullet journal into my world. I’ve missed writing
with a fountain pen. Bleed-through in the old Mole-
skine. The new one will be a little smaller than my

secret writing journal. It will be an A5 with thicker
paper. (She may be getting them for my birthday.
I hope!) By then I should know if the “by hand”

method is for me. “Test” for now then transfer data.
Picked up a Subway meatball on the way home.
Another busy week; not getting much done at all.

The Lord is good. I trust He will give me the strength
of Caleb to keep my bullet journal. More, like Moses
when he died at a hundred and twenty, “yet his eyes

were not weak nor his strength gone.” (I didn’t tell
you about God, Caleb, or Moses to convince you;
rather, to convince me.) No dinner. Tea is good.

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