Welcome to my monthly newsletter. Yes, it's a pitiful existence but it's mine. Come, share the joy.

 

My cholesterol was tested last month and was found to be 261; only 9 points lower than when I was tested by the VA a year ago. My bad cholesterol is up in the 180's. I did see a cardiologist about my chest pains and he said that my heart looks good. He wants to perform one more test but I think I'm going to say no to it because it costs $250 and Medicare might not cover it. I need to contact my general practitioner and get on medication for the problem. Plus, there are plenty of dietary changes I can make to bring that number down.

 

On the last weekend of the month, I went on a campout with the church. Since it wasn't far (in relative terms) from my house, I decided to sleep at home. The first night, I forgot to bring my pillow and medications; the second, I gave my friend a ride back to South Austin and got back pretty late. I did get to paddle out on the lake, have campfires, share an evening potluck, mix and mingle. So, in all, it was a pretty good experience. At least, I have the tent and air mattress that I bought for future trips.

 

I had a Halloween party at my place. A friend and I decorated the house in advance. I got lots of compliments on it eventhough the wind and rain brought down some of the decorations. Most of the people who came wore costumes. I let them answer the door, especially little 9-year-old Sarah who had a great time handing out candy and toys. I made a big dinner. In fact, I made so much that I had plenty of leftovers. I didn't do it intentionally but I haven't had to cook for a few days.

 

Two days ago, I had a bridge put in at the VA dental clinic. I don't especially enjoy dental work but I have been needing it for a long time. Afterwards, I attended a fascinating debate between an atheist and a seminarian on the existence of afterlife.

 

This month, I was supposed to volunteer at KUT (a local public radio station) but when I got there it was loud, messy, too brightly lit, claustrophobic so I backed out. That's fine. At least I get to spend more time helping out the evacuee families at Volente Villas apartments.

 

That's it. Short and sweet.

 

Be well,