No homogeneity, grumpy and smooth, sweet and sour. I must be fighting sleep.

It seems really warm out today. I have not checked the shade temperature, nor am I particularly interested in doing so. It also seems rather humid. It is not a bad weather to have, it is just Iowa weather. The world here slows down a bit. Temperature alone will not do it, humidity might, but the two combined as a system is a knock out punch. You cannot sweat off the heat and you cannot shake the humidity. One’s best bet is to go a little slower, drink a bit of water often, and find a cooler place to settle and then do so if possible. Swimming would not be a poor choice of endeavors if one could ensure one’s items.

I tinkered with my fishing poles, finally. I was able to get two of them running. Along with the new one, I have a decent chance at not running out of rod and reels while fishing. There is one reel I just cannot get set up. Perhaps ½ ounce is too much, though it would seem as though if there was a problem with that weight, it is that it is too light. The real is rated at 10 to 12 pound test. I have tried weights from ½ ounce up to 2 ounces to no good use. I have also tried line from 6 to 15 pound test. I have wasted more line with that monster than I care to consider and probably should not admit. Once obsessive is added to one’s name, it is there from then on. Still, it is very frustrating to have one reel that will not work, while I can get all of the others to work, and work, for the most part, flawlessly. I wonder if the reel is finicky, broken, or poorly constructed or if the difficulty is mine. It was certainly not the most expensive reel in the inventory, though neither was it cheap, or even terribly inexpensive. I have a neighbor I ought to have take a look at it. If he can get it to work, and then show me, while I continue to be unable to manipulate the device, he might end up with a new rig.

I called my mother today. I like letting her know when I have done something a little unique, a little special, and have been successful. The completion of the bread, my thoughts on it, Tweety Bird’s notions, the gift to the neighbors, the making of the cheese, and the finally of having the kitchen spotless (urhm, my version of spotless, she knows better) by the time I went to bed. As well, as I am thinking about how to get something organized regarding the crime here, I thought perhaps as the mayor (albeit of a small town) she might have heard, seen, read, been sent, or otherwise been introduced to information of just such a nature. Nothing like waking one’s mother and mayor from what sounded like a good nap in order to ask for a boon. It is good to be the baby! Interspersed were questions and answers, doubts and thoughts, regarding the situation. Nothing she could think of or remember would help organize my neighborhood, though talking to the mayor, she though. Well, I suggested that a man who accepted whatever bribes or promises Chicago delivered and sold out his city was probably not a great man to be speaking with. Ah, she just could not understand why they are here. Cheap labor, drug capital, I was not sure either, though politics was probably no small part of it. Our demographics just changed from about evenly split by party to majority Democrat, probably permanent and probably overwhelming. With a Democrat in the governor’s office, and Democrats completely dominating this area, it seems unlikely to not be a major factor. Ah, she thought, chuckled, then realized the price for her parties gain. I love it when they choke on reality.

On to the foods again. She was pleased bread had worked out. And she knew of this “cheese”… cottage cheese, she said. Her mom used to make it. I told her it is called mozzarella but I did not tell her further that it really is not mozzarella no matter what the recipe says. Mozzarellas is worked, in hot water, stretched and kneaded, sort of. This is not. Still, I did suggest it did not taste like cottage cheese, so she described her mother’s method. Well, close, but no cigar. I may have to see if she will show me her or her mother’s version when next I visit. She enjoys talking, even though was tired, I think she was happy to hear from me. I called her home phone first, and left a message, which she allowed her machine to filter, though probably just awakened by it so not moving fast. She knew it was me, so I feel better. I think I also know better how to get contact her now, perhaps she blows off all unknown calls, probably.

I am not sure if I want to do anything more this day. I feel pretty sapped, enough to sleep, but I know it is just too early. Even with the air, it is a bit warm and muggy. I ought to get going on a sleeping matt and finding a grill, just not now. A nap! I could do that and might still be able to look for a few things before real bedtime. Bye.