Headaches and travel, plus little luck.

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I tried to post my apartment at two online sites. On one I could not find a way to post the place, the other site would not let me post despite everything being correct. I think the latter site did not like me not having a local phone number, but did not implicitly indicate that. I will speak with the manager tomorrow and see if she will field calls, or at least redirect them. What a pain.

After that my neighbor wanted to drive to Ogden. Prices for reloading expendables are far cheaper there. For 500 .38 caliber bullets, he paid $21 and change, here it was $45, for example. As well, there is the bit about getting out of the apartment and Logan for a bit. I picked up more .22 ammunition, the kind I like. On the way home we stopped at a decent place to eat, though I cannot remember the name of the place. Maddox, actually, now that I think about it. In spite of a packed parking lot it only took a five minute wait to be seated. My stomach voted for the 1 pound ribeye but my wallet vetoed that and I ended up with fried chicken. I will have to go back some time, though. I am curious, plus, they raise their own beef (and bison if you are into that). As I have said in a comment response, beef is expensive here. Weird for a beef raising community. Maybe it is because beef is considered a luxury here, or because it is not as valued as a meal (with low demand quite often one finds higher prices). Then again, I have only been here a month, prices might flex like they do in Iowa, and a lot.

I have been tired since I woke up and it has not improved. No matter how much or how little I do, I am tired. I was able to break out of that before, but on these medicines I do not think that will be possible. I had thought more water might help, but so far, in the short run, it has had no affect at all. And, without the water pill, I bet I am becoming water logged on this medicine. Tylenol helps with the neck strain and headache only about half or less of the time now. I am not sure what to do, other than to quit all medicine again when the time is ripe. I must have a more severe reaction to this stuff as no one could possibly work like this, not well for sure. Simply getting up for work and being on time would not be possible on a regular schedule if most had my level of reaction.

I tried to take some pictures again today. But it seems my camera is well and truly broken. I will have to wait until I can afford a new camera (probably a used film 35mm Nikon, an F100, F5, or maybe even an F6, body and a standard lens to start things off). But that will be a $500 to $600 proposition, so it goes on the list with everything else on the long list, if it does have some priority. It might even come before a hunting rifle and scope. Who knows. Now I have a bunch of small Frisbees, what had been it's 'film', that I just received. Though those can be used for data. Well, actually, I almost never record to CDs or DVDs, so, yes, Frisbees.

I had commented on one of Jean's posts about my place in life, and regarding having little left to spend. She had commented along the lines of my comment being true, depending on whether I was happy with my place and lot in life at this point in time in my life. Well, that is difficult. I guess my deal is that I threw my life away and it was handed back, several times in several ways. So, everything in life has been, in a way, gravy since then. Simply put, most people do not get the chance to live beyond a dozen things I have survived.

And, though I am not where I wanted to be when I was young, I have no career, no knowledge with which to obtain one, no health to hope for one beyond a minor miracle, and my health is in the tank, that my heart is still beating, that I am in a relatively decent financial situation considering, and that I have come to bow before Christ and to be attempting to live a Christian life, that has great merit. Sometimes I still wonder if death would not have been better, but no, no it would not have been. And as for the dreams of my youth, I could not have fulfilled them all as I have come to know. As I have learned, to be a honest Christian, a semi-educated man, and to have friends and family, in the end, is enough. Anything I might or might not attain after that is only richer gravy than the extra living gravy grace I have already been shown.

I am grateful to have been given a chance to see more of life and to have come to enjoy life, even in my wretched states of existence at times. So, that is the answer to that, for me. It is as well stated as I am able. Sure, I would love to be doing research and development in some engineering field, or to be a outdoor living, hunting, and survival guru, or to be a master craftsman producing top notch firearms for large dollars. Not all get there. As a fact, few to the point of statistical insignificance get there both because of the difficulty of the tracks as well as the lack of need for such people. But I am here, humble as I may be, still interested in life, and still with a pocket full of small hopes and dreams. And, I am saved to my knowledge. Maybe it is not glorious, spectacular, wealthy, or famous, it is good, and not just good enough.

Ackh! Tylenol and sleep.

Good night.