It’s My Life

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  • Getting the house painted

    Exterior painting is one of those adult responsibilities that somehow costs a pile of money, disrupts your week, creates stress, and still leaves you standing there afterward going:

    “Cool… it’s still a house.” 😆

    You don’t really enjoy the process. You survive it. Then one day months later you pull into the driveway and subconsciously think, “Alright… looks pretty sharp,” while hauling groceries.

    The real experience is:

    • scheduling chaos
    • HOA paperwork theater
    • weather roulette
    • strangers orbiting your house with ladders
    • wondering why paint names sound like craft beer flavors

    “Mountain Sage Drift”
    “Weathered Canyon”
    “Smoked Juniper Fog”

    Sir, it is green-gray.

    But getting it done does buy you peace for years. No staring at fading trim thinking “I should deal with that.” No HOA letters materializing like enchanted scrolls in a fantasy RPG.

    This is basically homeowner dentistry:
    nobody wakes up excited for it, but future-you appreciates not having structural cavities.

    And looking at the forecast, my instinct may actually be dead-on. Monday starts getting colder and wetter, then the week slides into classic Front Range chaos mode with rain and thunderstorms floating around.  

    That explains why the painters bumped the schedule instead of charging ahead on Friday. Exterior painting crews around Castle Rock basically operate inside a weather pinball machine:

    • sunny
    • hail
    • wind
    • random moisture
    • existential cloud formation over Palmer Divide

    Colorado weather has the emotional stability of a Labrador chasing a tennis ball.

    Still, if they can get the prep and body coats done Monday before the wetter stretch settles in, you may end up threading the needle just fine. And if it rains? Then at least you’ll know the universe remains committed to continuity.

  • Welcome to modern Colorado survival

    Today’s Pain repertoire includes knee pain, cardio goals unbelievably, disability, and whether MythBusters still rules.

    Welcome to modern Colorado survival.

    Living disabled after a TBI and stroke means some days feel like a strategy game nobody prepared you for. Buttons become engineering projects. Zippers become boss battles. Knees suddenly hold press conferences about poor working conditions.

    But the mission continues.

    This morning started with negotiations between my left knee, my cardio goals, and the part of my brain that still thinks I can move like it’s 1992. The knee immediately rejected the proposal.

    Cannabis status:
    Operational. Respectable. Slightly overqualified.

    Today’s flower delivered a solid mental reset while helping turn down some of the daily background static that comes with disability, pain, and recovery. Not magic. Not a cure. Just enough breathing room to keep moving forward.

    Meanwhile, MythBusters was on in the background launching objects into oblivion like federally funded chaos goblins, and honestly… it still rules.

    Modern Colorado Survival: Hamstrings, Whole Foods, and MythBusters

    Today’s pain repertoire includes knee pain, cardio goals somehow still existing, disability, and whether MythBusters still rules.

    Welcome to modern Colorado survival.

    Living disabled after a TBI and stroke means some days feel like a strategy game nobody prepared you for. Buttons become engineering projects. Zippers become boss battles. Knees suddenly hold press conferences about poor working conditions.

    But the mission continues.

    This morning started with negotiations between my left knee, my left hamstring, and the part of my brain that still thinks I can move like it’s 1992. The body immediately rejected the proposal.

    Still, I got out and handled business.

    I took my pressure washer back to Whole Foods for an Amazon return. The actual return process was effortless. Scan the code, hand over the item, mission complete.

    The hard part was the walking while carrying a big box.

    From the parking lot to the entrance, then across the store to the Prime desk, my knee and hamstring made sure I understood every single step. But I got it done.

    And honestly, that matters.

    Cannabis status:
    Operational. Respectable. Slightly overqualified.

    I started the day with a little sativa before leaving the house. One pull of reefer got me through transportation, walking, navigating the store, and dealing with public life without mentally ejecting myself into orbit.

    After getting home, the indica division was activated for recovery operations.

    Today’s flower delivered enough calm to turn down some of the background static that comes with disability, pain, recovery, and the exhaustion that can come from simply being out in the world.

    Not magic.
    Not a cure.
    Just enough breathing room to keep moving forward.

    Meanwhile, MythBusters was on in the background launching random objects into oblivion like federally funded chaos goblins, and honestly… it still rules.

    There’s something comforting about watching people fail spectacularly, learn something useful, and keep going anyway.

    Feels relatable.

    Current condition:

    • Knee loud
    • Left hamstring angry
    • Fingers questionable
    • Cardio postponed by mutual agreement
    • Trichomes successfully deployed
    • Disabled but still rolling
    • Gravity still sucks

    Castle Rock Reefer Report complete.

  • About Me and Why I Write

    About Me and Why I Write

    First and foremost, it gives me something solid to show for my day.

    Not every day comes with visible progress. Recovery is slow. Thoughts are messy. Time can slip by without anything concrete to point to. But when I write, there it is — a page, a post, a record. Proof that I showed up.

    Writing turns an invisible day into something tangible.

    There is only one boss: my spell check.

    No committee. No performance review. No applause meter. Just me, the keyboard, and the quiet discipline of putting words together in a way that makes sense. Spell check might argue with me, but it’s a fair boss. It doesn’t care about status. It doesn’t care about noise. It just wants clarity.

    I like that.

    Writing slows my thinking down enough for me to see it. It forces honesty. If a sentence doesn’t work, I fix it. If a thought doesn’t hold up, I reshape it. That process feels constructive. It feels like progress.

    On days when everything feels scattered, writing gathers things up.

    On days when the world is loud, writing gives me control over the volume.

    And at the end of it, I have something real — something I made.

    That’s why I like to write.

    Version two

    Day One Journal Entry

    One Journaling App

    I need to convince myself to stick with just one journaling app, and I’m leaning toward Day One.

    There’s something about having everything in one place that feels calmer — less scattered, less searching. One timeline. One archive. One habit.

    When I bounce between apps, it works, but it also feels unfinished. Like I’m halfway committed in two directions. Choosing one feels intentional.

    Day One is built for journaling. It feels like a home for thoughts, not just a storage bin. That matters.

    Recovery after my stroke isn’t dramatic or linear. It’s slow, repetitive, and easy to lose track of. Writing gives that process structure. It helps me notice patterns, track progress, and make sense of days when my thinking feels foggy or uneven. When my brain gets overwhelmed, the page doesn’t. It waits.

    Writing things down is part of how I rebuild clarity — one entry at a time.

    In other news, I still have some sativa left over from a half‑gram joint from my stepbrother John. It’s early. I could change my mind. But honestly, I think I’m good for the day.

    Living with a traumatic brain injury has made clarity not just helpful, but essential.

    Clarity feels better than drifting.

  • The Man the myth the legend

    If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?The Man the myth the legend

    The Man the myth the legend. I’m so confused…