Staying on the theme of keeping your head up, you’ll see these “up 872”. These testaments to a robust power grid here in rural, PA are provided here just as— OK, I’m mocking them, alright? I reserve the right to do that as a native. Also the power goes out at my parents’ house every time someone sneezes, so the reasons for that become slightly more tangible when you consider these problems on, literally on, the power lines.
About a mile up from the newly fallen tree, a much longer Tri-County eyesore/potential disaster is entangled in power lines. I wouldn’t typically call a company or individual out on something like this out of hand if the issue it hadn’t been reported numerous times.
This area thrives in part on a tourist economy, so, even if they think this is not a threat to public safety, it’s enough to give an out-of-towner a moment to pause to ask, “WTF? I wouldn’t want to live near that.”
Born with a gift for sarcasm, I’ve tempered it by learning gratitude. So, on the upside, I’m grateful that I get to live downtown where there is a different power company supplying power that has only ever had one outage I know if in three years.
It’s been almost a year since my last cigarette (quitting takes practice, but this is the last time: about that I am gravely serious)
I don’t want zmwilliams.com to die so I’m trying to try to work on it 🙂
I’ve got four topics on the burner right now in the form of two Udemy courses and Packt Pub books:
WordPress theme development
WordPress plug-in development
Coming up on three years at Christ Episcopal Church… an interesting milestone for me for several reasons.
I completed the website for a non-profit: Environmental Education and Conservation Global, eecg.org, a few weeks back which mainly involved a customization of the Twenty-Seventeen theme. I wasn’t comfortable with all the decisions I made along the way which has me looking closer at contemporary WordPress theme development as well as topics larger in scope as detailed above.
A client streams music and I have to do research in reporting to SoundExchange. All this work sounded more glamorous and high-minded before I got into it but I don’t know what else I’d do.
Considering the median age in Potter County, Pennsylvania, 46, a lot of people I remember from secondary school are going into medicine. This isn’t an in issue unique to the area, but I can only do what I really want to do: I do not want to work in medicine. I care about the community and about people at large but I suppose I’d rather write about them then weigh them or deal with their — ugh — fluids.
But about those things I want to do, there are plenty of them so I’m back to it. <a href=”/email-me/”>Drop me a line, won’t you?</a> If I know you, I miss you. If I don’t, I want to!
I hadn’t, until mine presented at age 14. The frequency of it was a telltale sign to the doctor that it is a benign tremor: I do not have Parkinson’s Disease or any diseases (of which I know) that cause involuntary movement. In most people who inherit the genes responsible for this neurological movement disorder, the symptoms don’t present until around “mid-life”.
When you and I meet, you may notice my hands tremble when I pick up a cup of coffee or a pen. You might think I’m a drunk, coming off of a drinking binge, or on illicit/illegal/dangerous drugs. My graduate school director, Steve Masiclat, thought I had a coke problem until I started presenting quality work at which point he asked me what is up with my hands. I always appreciated Professor Masiclat’s straight honesty: if you don’t want to know what he thinks, don’t ask him! He’s a smart man, so his initially silent conclusions probably represent what others think, but don’t say.
I’ve had to to tolerate the spectacle of it. It is easy to forget I have it because it is just so very ever-present. I’m reminded when someone asks, “Are you okay?” I’m sure I was okay until they asked if I am okay. Typically, I give them a pat response about my disorder. If they are a Nosey Nellie I might make up an elaborate story just to mess with them 😉
March is Essential Tremor Awareness Month. I’m in a support group on Facebook for it; there are more groups for it than I could keep up with. That reflects the percentage of the population afflicted with the disorder. There are about 10 million of us in the U.S.
My late Grandma Ruth had this movement disorder. People take for granted that “old people shake” but she wasn’t elderly when I was a toddler. I remember watching her paint her artwork with a an unsteady but purposeful and determined hand. To my knowledge, I am the only descendant who won the genetic lottery on this … and I have a relatively large family.
Beta blockers, generally indicated for high blood pressure help keep the tremor to a minimum. Propranolol is the one many of us are on. Those of us with this affliction learn to adapt. When last I checked, I can still cue up a record, sign my name, and type at with blistering speed. But then, there are some days when, I cannot fill out official forms with any legibility. This is one reason I am a pro at document digitization and have pre-written signatures in my stationary folder.
I haven’t written this to complain or whine, simply to inform. It’s better knowing, going in, that I shake like an off-balance washing machine sometimes and it is for no reason but a differently-wired brain. I always say: “At least it doesn’t hurt!” 🙂