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But not today, the work is over until Monday. I have done a great deal of work, if it does not look like it on the surface. A piece at a time, clothes are being sorted, packed, or washed and put away… or considered. Guns, ammunition, camping equipment, and various other items are being sorted. And the house is getting a touch here and there. I even went out to check my accounts and wash my vehicle. I wanted to see if I had enough money to clear my debts and take on a new one, for a computer. I realize if I want some things to happen, I will need to have a secure computer before I move. Though I want more guns, being secure business wise and for personal reasons is vital. The reason for this is that while checking one of my credit card accounts, I had to really work to get my password to work. Beyond that, I found that some of my contact information had been changed. For example, the email address was changed to an AOL account. I do not have an AOL account. This insecurity is becoming dangerous. I believe I will be able to do get a computer. It does tighten finances a great deal, and puts a card out of commission, but at this point in time choices are more slim than dollars.
I will be ready for bed when I can relax enough to sleep. I will hang up or fold the laundry in the dryer, dry the clothes in the washer and hang or fold those, and maybe take care of the dishes from today. It is so good to be busy and successful. Hmm, I might even have some time for my game. Maybe not, I am getting tired. So many things yet to do, so many calls to place, and so many loose ends. Things on my buy list are growing and my dollars are shrinking. I have faith it will all work out well enough, though. I think I can do this and in a timely, practical, and sane fashion. I have to try and keep on track, keep my head about me (especially regarding money), and take things as they come.
I hope you are able to take care of your own situations, complications, and such. I have to believe faith, if one can hold onto it, is instrumental. Hope is right there with it. And, I think, love in the deeper sense ties it all together nicely. Well, that is all I have to offer, when I remember to offer it, to you and to what must be done. I think it is enough. Done right, it is all that is required.
Good night.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Lots of work.
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The work is larger than my thoughts could have imagined. There is no way I will finish by today. There are more things to think about, more little pieces to deal with, and more actual labor than what I had imagined. I am doing extra things without skipping a beat, though. It only takes a few minutes to put a load of laundry in, or take a little break and do a bit of cleaning here or there. I did not become distracted when I realized how big and complex the job is going to end up being, either. That surprised me a bit. I know, now, I will be able to make my Mom’s visit comfortable and easy. Hopefully she can just be the brain, or at least see that things are going well enough that she will only do light labor. She is a workaholic and even physical problems do not seem to slow her down when she sets her mind to something. Still, I would like to surprise her and keep her stay simple.
I got the spots out! Yes, I suppose some of you know the trick, or think nothing of it. But spots have been my bane for some time. I may have figured out how to deal with spots, finally, as well. Spot treat, wash two or three times (in cold water), then tumble dry and check. Rinse and repeat as necessary. It is not that I tried to get spots out, it is only that I have learned to notice and hate them. As well, I have a load in the washer and dryer, and several loads in waiting. Much of it was clean, but I had not been folding and hanging things up properly, so I am rewashing them.
Piece by piece, an item at a time, the room is coming together. It looks worse now than it did to begin with, but that seems to often be the case. It peaked in it’s cluttered look about an hour ago, it can only get better from here on, if with a backstep or two from time to time in the process. I truly enjoy this. I will sleep so well in that room when this is done. I would like to have that feeling in each room as I finish each one. It is sort of like blessing each room, giving my thought and muscle and mind to creating order. I really hope I can do this more in the next place I live, or more often I should say. One of the things I will do, any place I move, is try to set up my place with an eye to ease of strip cleaning rooms. I will also have a few pieces of equipment which will help move furniture and other large items. I have a few tools for that, but I am looking for more tools.
My mother called this morning. It seems she did the same thing I did yesterday, airing her house and leaving the furnace off only to wake to a chilly house. We were both in very good moods and the conversation was very uplifting for both of us, pushing us on to even better days. I hope she looks more forward to the visit knowing I am working as I am. She will not need to be as much of a task master or work so hard, or that is the plan. Though, knowing me as both of us do, neither of us is holding our breath if we are also both a bit more hopeful.
Bit by bit, one job, topic, object, and action at a time. I guess that is life, with or without the more complicated aspects of life like moving. But moving and such does add to that. I best make a call or three Monday or Tuesday regarding finding a rental, my auto, and finding a rug cleaner. Hopefully I can keep this up for a week or two. Have a good day.
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The work is larger than my thoughts could have imagined. There is no way I will finish by today. There are more things to think about, more little pieces to deal with, and more actual labor than what I had imagined. I am doing extra things without skipping a beat, though. It only takes a few minutes to put a load of laundry in, or take a little break and do a bit of cleaning here or there. I did not become distracted when I realized how big and complex the job is going to end up being, either. That surprised me a bit. I know, now, I will be able to make my Mom’s visit comfortable and easy. Hopefully she can just be the brain, or at least see that things are going well enough that she will only do light labor. She is a workaholic and even physical problems do not seem to slow her down when she sets her mind to something. Still, I would like to surprise her and keep her stay simple.
I got the spots out! Yes, I suppose some of you know the trick, or think nothing of it. But spots have been my bane for some time. I may have figured out how to deal with spots, finally, as well. Spot treat, wash two or three times (in cold water), then tumble dry and check. Rinse and repeat as necessary. It is not that I tried to get spots out, it is only that I have learned to notice and hate them. As well, I have a load in the washer and dryer, and several loads in waiting. Much of it was clean, but I had not been folding and hanging things up properly, so I am rewashing them.
Piece by piece, an item at a time, the room is coming together. It looks worse now than it did to begin with, but that seems to often be the case. It peaked in it’s cluttered look about an hour ago, it can only get better from here on, if with a backstep or two from time to time in the process. I truly enjoy this. I will sleep so well in that room when this is done. I would like to have that feeling in each room as I finish each one. It is sort of like blessing each room, giving my thought and muscle and mind to creating order. I really hope I can do this more in the next place I live, or more often I should say. One of the things I will do, any place I move, is try to set up my place with an eye to ease of strip cleaning rooms. I will also have a few pieces of equipment which will help move furniture and other large items. I have a few tools for that, but I am looking for more tools.
My mother called this morning. It seems she did the same thing I did yesterday, airing her house and leaving the furnace off only to wake to a chilly house. We were both in very good moods and the conversation was very uplifting for both of us, pushing us on to even better days. I hope she looks more forward to the visit knowing I am working as I am. She will not need to be as much of a task master or work so hard, or that is the plan. Though, knowing me as both of us do, neither of us is holding our breath if we are also both a bit more hopeful.
Bit by bit, one job, topic, object, and action at a time. I guess that is life, with or without the more complicated aspects of life like moving. But moving and such does add to that. I best make a call or three Monday or Tuesday regarding finding a rental, my auto, and finding a rug cleaner. Hopefully I can keep this up for a week or two. Have a good day.
I am on a roll.
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Two days of function is not actually a roll. But that is not the point. I awoke at about 8:30 this morning. And though it was rather cool, 62 F, I merely checked that the windows were closed and then turned on the furnace. I had aired the house yesterday. It was a nice touch and it did not fall below 68 F until after I went to bed. I did close the windows last night before I went to bed but I did not turn on the furnace. The fresh air was very nice, I will do that again today if it gets warm enough. After an hour of waking, eating, and checking my email, I finally felt ready.
I began working in the bedroom. I am simply sorting clothes at the moment. Keepers, a repair pile, and that which will be given away. Some things are borderline. I despise having to think about things, wishing it was all crystal clear. More than one teacher has indicated that it is all in the details. Stupid teachers, bother that they can be right! I may have the room figured out by this evening, but being that it is a holiday weekend and that I will not work on Sunday, dismantling the bed, washing the walls, and wet cleaning the carpet will wait until the next business day. I think it will be ready when it is time. I should be able to hit the hallway while I am at it. Though it would be nice to get the front room as well, I do not think that is possible. I only have the necessary space to vacate one room at a time.
I cannot be sure my surge will last. As a surfer knows though, when the wave hits, ride it for what it is worth. I will do the laundry one last time this morning, thaw a roast for supper tomorrow, and detail the kitchen and bathroom, along with my work in the bedroom. Tomorrow, my roast beef dinner or late lunch will be a much deserved treat. I will eat it in a neat place, well aired out, and with fewer worries plaguing my mind. I will eat it having worked toward my goals. And, I will be thankful.
Oh, sorry about the dull posts. It is all I have to offer, at the moment. Though I am able to function, I still suffer a bit from exhaustion. That I am able to work through it does not mean I am fully able to override it. My blogging is more to keep me on track, give me an outlet, allow me to order things a bit, and as a personal incentive to keep going. Getting rid of witnesses might be a thought, but what if one is one’s own witness? Meh, I’ll get him too. :p
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Two days of function is not actually a roll. But that is not the point. I awoke at about 8:30 this morning. And though it was rather cool, 62 F, I merely checked that the windows were closed and then turned on the furnace. I had aired the house yesterday. It was a nice touch and it did not fall below 68 F until after I went to bed. I did close the windows last night before I went to bed but I did not turn on the furnace. The fresh air was very nice, I will do that again today if it gets warm enough. After an hour of waking, eating, and checking my email, I finally felt ready.
I began working in the bedroom. I am simply sorting clothes at the moment. Keepers, a repair pile, and that which will be given away. Some things are borderline. I despise having to think about things, wishing it was all crystal clear. More than one teacher has indicated that it is all in the details. Stupid teachers, bother that they can be right! I may have the room figured out by this evening, but being that it is a holiday weekend and that I will not work on Sunday, dismantling the bed, washing the walls, and wet cleaning the carpet will wait until the next business day. I think it will be ready when it is time. I should be able to hit the hallway while I am at it. Though it would be nice to get the front room as well, I do not think that is possible. I only have the necessary space to vacate one room at a time.
I cannot be sure my surge will last. As a surfer knows though, when the wave hits, ride it for what it is worth. I will do the laundry one last time this morning, thaw a roast for supper tomorrow, and detail the kitchen and bathroom, along with my work in the bedroom. Tomorrow, my roast beef dinner or late lunch will be a much deserved treat. I will eat it in a neat place, well aired out, and with fewer worries plaguing my mind. I will eat it having worked toward my goals. And, I will be thankful.
Oh, sorry about the dull posts. It is all I have to offer, at the moment. Though I am able to function, I still suffer a bit from exhaustion. That I am able to work through it does not mean I am fully able to override it. My blogging is more to keep me on track, give me an outlet, allow me to order things a bit, and as a personal incentive to keep going. Getting rid of witnesses might be a thought, but what if one is one’s own witness? Meh, I’ll get him too. :p
Friday, April 10, 2009
A very long and fruitful day.
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Though I woke up, napped, and re-awoke, I did finally start my day at about 6:30… I think. No, it must have been a bit earlier, as I took my lady friend to breakfast… Perhaps 5:00 or 5:30 was the final wake up time. Or, was that yesterday. It is so late I am unsure, though both could technically be true. I did make it to my favorite cooking supply store. They did not have what I was looking for, but they had some fantastic prices on Le Creuset. Too bad I am broke for anything but what I am looking for. Though I do not think they had the sizes in the type of cookware I am looking for anyway. They do not carry blenders at all, so I am stuck with internet ordering. I have learned to call and ensure the items are available. It has taken several, many, months to get orders otherwise. I did not complete my research, regarding a gift, as I was so tired that I lost track of my objectives toward the end. It is nothing that cannot be remedied.
I went to one of my favorite smoker, a barbecue place, and ordered a beef brisket sandwich. I asked for one with a little more fat. Do you realize some people want their beef lean to the exclusion of even the appearance of fat! Ha! Though my blood pressure and diabetes seem to be a problem, my cholesterol is fantastic and my good cholesterol is divine. In spite of (according to doctors, but I think it is actually because) I drink 2 gallons of whole milk, a pound (or more) of butter (no light gunk), and as much beef, pork, and whatnot meats (to include the fat) as I can each week. A whole large chuck roast is a three meal deal for me. Add in potatoes (with butter and sour cream), some green vegetable (with butter), and a quart of milk, and… yeah, that is a meal. The only reason I am not 400 pounds is dirty dishes. *sigh* I long to gain that extra meal time. Well, truth be told, I eat more like a snake, once in a while that is. I just eat, well when I eat, no set meal times and such. Miss a day, fine, miss two days, I get a little grumbly, miss three days not on your life. Back to it. I also ordered a pulled pork sandwich for later consumption. I should have ordered two of each but I was well satisfied with what was ordered and eaten so that is all good.
My rifle was in. It is safe and sound here in the cave. It is not much of a looker. I just hope it functions well in any case. I will have to see how well it does work before too long. I do not think I would order another of this type though, assuming it functions well, I do not mind having one like it. It is a bit more maneuverable, lighter, and certain aspects about it are a bit heartier. I had a great conversation with the guys at the shop. It was worth just stopping in. I also noted that they carry new and used firearms as well. I had not been there before. They had two Springfield tactical (5” barreled) XD’s in .45 acp. They both had desert coloration. I want a black tactical, or I would have seriously considered picking one up. I did not go near their rifle rack. I have to keep on track. A pistol, maybe, a good rifle… out of my range. It hurts to look at what I cannot yet have.
I always enjoy a visit to the neighbors. The talks are good. I enjoy their children, even if they are usually shooed downstairs or to bed so the adults may talk and enjoy some peer time. I think they are mostly children oriented, so a little company provides a sanity check and personal relation nourishment. I feel like a part of the family and just really revel in it. I brought a drink mix (non-alcoholic) and they bought a cake and had ice cream. It was just fun. We also watched a movie. I was able, for the most part, to be quiet and just watch. Maybe I am becoming better able to hold my tongue. It is not all that bad of a thing, I am thinking. We will have to grill, go fishing, or something soon. Yes, that would be good.
This is the longest day I have enjoyed in a month, maybe more! I got much done. I even called the auto company but they are closed for the holiday. Oh, and I finished the final wash, but I think I will wash the shirts again in the morning. Those stains really annoy me. There was something else I completed today as well, something on my recent to-do list. As it is getting late, my mind is slowly shutting down and details are becoming lost in the haze. I hope to get started on my bedroom tomorrow, if I am not paying too high of a price for today. Only time will tell. I would really like to rip the room apart, pull everything out, and steam clean the whole area, and have it dried, some things packed, sorted, washed, or given to Goodwill before my mother arrives. Or, really, maybe before the weekend is finished. We will see. It will be done as soon as I can.
Goodnight.
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Though I woke up, napped, and re-awoke, I did finally start my day at about 6:30… I think. No, it must have been a bit earlier, as I took my lady friend to breakfast… Perhaps 5:00 or 5:30 was the final wake up time. Or, was that yesterday. It is so late I am unsure, though both could technically be true. I did make it to my favorite cooking supply store. They did not have what I was looking for, but they had some fantastic prices on Le Creuset. Too bad I am broke for anything but what I am looking for. Though I do not think they had the sizes in the type of cookware I am looking for anyway. They do not carry blenders at all, so I am stuck with internet ordering. I have learned to call and ensure the items are available. It has taken several, many, months to get orders otherwise. I did not complete my research, regarding a gift, as I was so tired that I lost track of my objectives toward the end. It is nothing that cannot be remedied.
I went to one of my favorite smoker, a barbecue place, and ordered a beef brisket sandwich. I asked for one with a little more fat. Do you realize some people want their beef lean to the exclusion of even the appearance of fat! Ha! Though my blood pressure and diabetes seem to be a problem, my cholesterol is fantastic and my good cholesterol is divine. In spite of (according to doctors, but I think it is actually because) I drink 2 gallons of whole milk, a pound (or more) of butter (no light gunk), and as much beef, pork, and whatnot meats (to include the fat) as I can each week. A whole large chuck roast is a three meal deal for me. Add in potatoes (with butter and sour cream), some green vegetable (with butter), and a quart of milk, and… yeah, that is a meal. The only reason I am not 400 pounds is dirty dishes. *sigh* I long to gain that extra meal time. Well, truth be told, I eat more like a snake, once in a while that is. I just eat, well when I eat, no set meal times and such. Miss a day, fine, miss two days, I get a little grumbly, miss three days not on your life. Back to it. I also ordered a pulled pork sandwich for later consumption. I should have ordered two of each but I was well satisfied with what was ordered and eaten so that is all good.
My rifle was in. It is safe and sound here in the cave. It is not much of a looker. I just hope it functions well in any case. I will have to see how well it does work before too long. I do not think I would order another of this type though, assuming it functions well, I do not mind having one like it. It is a bit more maneuverable, lighter, and certain aspects about it are a bit heartier. I had a great conversation with the guys at the shop. It was worth just stopping in. I also noted that they carry new and used firearms as well. I had not been there before. They had two Springfield tactical (5” barreled) XD’s in .45 acp. They both had desert coloration. I want a black tactical, or I would have seriously considered picking one up. I did not go near their rifle rack. I have to keep on track. A pistol, maybe, a good rifle… out of my range. It hurts to look at what I cannot yet have.
I always enjoy a visit to the neighbors. The talks are good. I enjoy their children, even if they are usually shooed downstairs or to bed so the adults may talk and enjoy some peer time. I think they are mostly children oriented, so a little company provides a sanity check and personal relation nourishment. I feel like a part of the family and just really revel in it. I brought a drink mix (non-alcoholic) and they bought a cake and had ice cream. It was just fun. We also watched a movie. I was able, for the most part, to be quiet and just watch. Maybe I am becoming better able to hold my tongue. It is not all that bad of a thing, I am thinking. We will have to grill, go fishing, or something soon. Yes, that would be good.
This is the longest day I have enjoyed in a month, maybe more! I got much done. I even called the auto company but they are closed for the holiday. Oh, and I finished the final wash, but I think I will wash the shirts again in the morning. Those stains really annoy me. There was something else I completed today as well, something on my recent to-do list. As it is getting late, my mind is slowly shutting down and details are becoming lost in the haze. I hope to get started on my bedroom tomorrow, if I am not paying too high of a price for today. Only time will tell. I would really like to rip the room apart, pull everything out, and steam clean the whole area, and have it dried, some things packed, sorted, washed, or given to Goodwill before my mother arrives. Or, really, maybe before the weekend is finished. We will see. It will be done as soon as I can.
Goodnight.
Phone calls and more.
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I finally made a few phone calls regarding the vehicle. I have not yet received precise enough dialogue to get me to pay the bill. One more call, today, and the decision will be made. Either the vehicle goes back or certain parameters are maintained. I do not wish to pay the large amount if the vehicle will be going back in a week or two because phone calls start coming in again. I could use that money for other things, certainly. I like the vehicle. I do not like it that much.
The house is slowly coming together. My lady friend will not be stopping by this week. She is getting behind and dropping fast. I do not think the sleep apnea device is working as well as it first did or she is not using it. She is still quite tired most of the time, if she is able to work and gets some things done aside from the mandatory items. I snuck up on her though, this morning. I woke up feeling rested and ready. Even if she had not, but partially because she had, brought me breakfast the other day, I thought to show up where she works as she was getting off and offer her breakfast. She had been planning on going to breakfast so it worked out. At least I was out of the house a bit, of my own volition, on my own initiative this week. With her not coming over, I feel like I can dig in on my own. Beside tidying the kitchen and clearing out the bedroom a bit, I have some specific goals for this coming weekend. Yes indeed.
She wanted to read her paper over breakfast, but felt odd about it. I assured her that it was fine. I only wanted to be near someone, I was not interested in conversation. She did go ahead and read, if she was surprised… perhaps worried, too. I am almost never able to keep silence. Today, I said so little as to almost not have been there. And, to some degree, I was not. I am already gone. I am used to this, it happens every time I ghost, I am not sure if she is ready for that. I am ready to just be quiet for a long time, to rest, and to think… of nothing in particular. Maybe I will find myself out and about in the woods, on a river or lake fishing, climbing a tree or cliff, or at a range. Perhaps my interest in physics, calculus, electricity and it’s doings, statistics, languages, or some other pursuit will find me at studies. I do not know, though I have some doubts. As long as I am comfortable and relatively safe, with personal legal recourse should it be required, I will be fine.
I finished up my grocery shopping after breakfast. There are always a few things that do not make it to the note or which I forget anyway. I need to be out and about for something else today, the rifle (and to take a tea jar (leaks) back). I might have lunch while I am out, and look around my favorite cooking supply store as well. I would like to find a solid, long term, gallon sized (maybe larger), iced tea jar, or two. And, I have decided to get a few going away presents for some friends. I will do some investigating tonight, perhaps. More on that later. I have a specific item in mind for two different people. I have dug into the ins and outs of the particular item and have found a suitably handsome, top rated (by function, though form is not missing), subject for the gifts. Now to see if it is still needed. The other gift is from my personal collection, and I believe it will be appreciated while I am doubly assured it is unique.
Well, time to make some calls, figure out where to go first, then when, and to get going. Oh, and a batch of shirts are getting (hopefully) the spots washed out of them. I am going to wash them all three times, one time down, in cold, spot treating between washes if I can find the spots, and then into the drier they will go. I will fuss only so much and then I will quit. Perhaps I ought to buy another shirt or three. This time, I think, 100% cotton. Poly-cotton has it’s advantages, stain removal is not among them. Good day.
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I finally made a few phone calls regarding the vehicle. I have not yet received precise enough dialogue to get me to pay the bill. One more call, today, and the decision will be made. Either the vehicle goes back or certain parameters are maintained. I do not wish to pay the large amount if the vehicle will be going back in a week or two because phone calls start coming in again. I could use that money for other things, certainly. I like the vehicle. I do not like it that much.
The house is slowly coming together. My lady friend will not be stopping by this week. She is getting behind and dropping fast. I do not think the sleep apnea device is working as well as it first did or she is not using it. She is still quite tired most of the time, if she is able to work and gets some things done aside from the mandatory items. I snuck up on her though, this morning. I woke up feeling rested and ready. Even if she had not, but partially because she had, brought me breakfast the other day, I thought to show up where she works as she was getting off and offer her breakfast. She had been planning on going to breakfast so it worked out. At least I was out of the house a bit, of my own volition, on my own initiative this week. With her not coming over, I feel like I can dig in on my own. Beside tidying the kitchen and clearing out the bedroom a bit, I have some specific goals for this coming weekend. Yes indeed.
She wanted to read her paper over breakfast, but felt odd about it. I assured her that it was fine. I only wanted to be near someone, I was not interested in conversation. She did go ahead and read, if she was surprised… perhaps worried, too. I am almost never able to keep silence. Today, I said so little as to almost not have been there. And, to some degree, I was not. I am already gone. I am used to this, it happens every time I ghost, I am not sure if she is ready for that. I am ready to just be quiet for a long time, to rest, and to think… of nothing in particular. Maybe I will find myself out and about in the woods, on a river or lake fishing, climbing a tree or cliff, or at a range. Perhaps my interest in physics, calculus, electricity and it’s doings, statistics, languages, or some other pursuit will find me at studies. I do not know, though I have some doubts. As long as I am comfortable and relatively safe, with personal legal recourse should it be required, I will be fine.
I finished up my grocery shopping after breakfast. There are always a few things that do not make it to the note or which I forget anyway. I need to be out and about for something else today, the rifle (and to take a tea jar (leaks) back). I might have lunch while I am out, and look around my favorite cooking supply store as well. I would like to find a solid, long term, gallon sized (maybe larger), iced tea jar, or two. And, I have decided to get a few going away presents for some friends. I will do some investigating tonight, perhaps. More on that later. I have a specific item in mind for two different people. I have dug into the ins and outs of the particular item and have found a suitably handsome, top rated (by function, though form is not missing), subject for the gifts. Now to see if it is still needed. The other gift is from my personal collection, and I believe it will be appreciated while I am doubly assured it is unique.
Well, time to make some calls, figure out where to go first, then when, and to get going. Oh, and a batch of shirts are getting (hopefully) the spots washed out of them. I am going to wash them all three times, one time down, in cold, spot treating between washes if I can find the spots, and then into the drier they will go. I will fuss only so much and then I will quit. Perhaps I ought to buy another shirt or three. This time, I think, 100% cotton. Poly-cotton has it’s advantages, stain removal is not among them. Good day.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
It seems as if all is well.
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My friend came by this morning. She wanted to finish up some of her laundry. It seems there is no problem, so either she got over it or she was never really upset. Though she did call, when she arrived, she saw that the lights were not on so she did not even bother ringing the doorbell or knocking on my window. I have mixed feelings about this, though I think she did the best thing. I might have been quite difficult to wake up. And, as for how I feel about it, I do not worry so long as she is not upset. I deal with my feelings quite well, I do not deal with angering the few friends I have well at all. I am stable, if a bit vulnerable. Hmm, maybe not even that, not quite directly. Friends who have given up just become sad memories. Now, those, I have too many of those already. They haunt me in dreams and during those half awake times.
I finished off the last of the dishes, then made more. Now that meat is back on the menu, boys, I am eating it! Beef and beans for burritos last night and this morning, a thick cut ribeye for lunch, and I am thawing brawts as I speak. I am thinking about practicing meatballs for a good spaghetti meal. I could use pork and beef, mixed with a nice blend of herbs and spices, but I like my beef too much. I hate the idea of adulterating the meat with things like eggs and bread crumbs, but I am curious. Food, good home-made, hot out of the oven, out of the pan, or whatever, is one of my few practical applications and joys. And even the Q.O.D. admits that even when I cook foods which are not to her standards, I cook well enough that even she enjoys it… if she can relax and trust me. Oh, not only was she not angry, she brought over breakfast! She really is sweet often, or, urhm, occasionally. Hehehe
I still have not called, but I am running out of day. I really needed to nap earlier, but then the Q.O.D. arrived. I stay up to enjoy the little company I get. We watched a show, she usually brings over DVDs. Today it was a teen chic flick based around vampirism. I cannot quite remember the name of it, but I guess it is the ‘rage’. It really was not all that bad, but… vegetarian vampires (only ate animals)? Come on! Oh well, it was good enough. And, for the most part, I was able to keep quiet and just enjoy (mostly) it. She has a few things with spots, and asked if I would do it with wash I have. Of course, she had special instructions. Use her (unscented) laundry detergent, I can do that. Use cold water, check. And something else. Hey, 2 out of 3 is as good as it gets. I have some matching shirts, so I will wash all two or three times in the hopes of lifting the spots out of all the shirts. Well, later.
It is nap time, seriously, harshly. Eyes are watering, getting a headache, and it really hurts. Good day, night, whatever.
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My friend came by this morning. She wanted to finish up some of her laundry. It seems there is no problem, so either she got over it or she was never really upset. Though she did call, when she arrived, she saw that the lights were not on so she did not even bother ringing the doorbell or knocking on my window. I have mixed feelings about this, though I think she did the best thing. I might have been quite difficult to wake up. And, as for how I feel about it, I do not worry so long as she is not upset. I deal with my feelings quite well, I do not deal with angering the few friends I have well at all. I am stable, if a bit vulnerable. Hmm, maybe not even that, not quite directly. Friends who have given up just become sad memories. Now, those, I have too many of those already. They haunt me in dreams and during those half awake times.
I finished off the last of the dishes, then made more. Now that meat is back on the menu, boys, I am eating it! Beef and beans for burritos last night and this morning, a thick cut ribeye for lunch, and I am thawing brawts as I speak. I am thinking about practicing meatballs for a good spaghetti meal. I could use pork and beef, mixed with a nice blend of herbs and spices, but I like my beef too much. I hate the idea of adulterating the meat with things like eggs and bread crumbs, but I am curious. Food, good home-made, hot out of the oven, out of the pan, or whatever, is one of my few practical applications and joys. And even the Q.O.D. admits that even when I cook foods which are not to her standards, I cook well enough that even she enjoys it… if she can relax and trust me. Oh, not only was she not angry, she brought over breakfast! She really is sweet often, or, urhm, occasionally. Hehehe
I still have not called, but I am running out of day. I really needed to nap earlier, but then the Q.O.D. arrived. I stay up to enjoy the little company I get. We watched a show, she usually brings over DVDs. Today it was a teen chic flick based around vampirism. I cannot quite remember the name of it, but I guess it is the ‘rage’. It really was not all that bad, but… vegetarian vampires (only ate animals)? Come on! Oh well, it was good enough. And, for the most part, I was able to keep quiet and just enjoy (mostly) it. She has a few things with spots, and asked if I would do it with wash I have. Of course, she had special instructions. Use her (unscented) laundry detergent, I can do that. Use cold water, check. And something else. Hey, 2 out of 3 is as good as it gets. I have some matching shirts, so I will wash all two or three times in the hopes of lifting the spots out of all the shirts. Well, later.
It is nap time, seriously, harshly. Eyes are watering, getting a headache, and it really hurts. Good day, night, whatever.
A bit more homework.
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I have not yet heard from my friend. Perhaps she is really upset. I called again yesterday. It is the last time I will call about the matter. I also did not make the call to the dealership. I do need to make that call, and I am pretty sure it will be done today. I did finish up the kitchen, cleaning all of the dishes there, though cooking and eating, so another pile of dishes is starting. Meh, I have them soaking now so I think they will be done before much longer this morning. As well, my eye has been wandering around the cave. I am being careful with that wandering, but I think the kitchen and bathroom will get mopped, the bedroom will get a rough touch, some laundry will find itself being washed and dried, and the bedding will be cleaned and the bed made. I do not mind having clean bedding, but I hate a made bed… preferring to burrow in blankets and pillows and the comforter. Although, with the blanket my mother made, I might be able to tolerate the rest of the bed being made, with just that blanket and a comforter or lighter other topper for when it is cold or when I feel the need to feel more secure while sleeping.
My rifle should be arriving soon. Since I will need to go out, I will finish up some of my final grocery shopping. I am, unusually, hungry for chicken. I prefer hindquarters, roasted, along with some vegetables. I have not had steamed fresh spinach for some time. I doubt if I can find good squash, but that would be my preferred second vegetable. Lamb is also on my mind. Then again, I have been without meat, for the most part, recently, as I have been unable to get out and shop. I just purchased a ribeye roast, and had it cut to order. Half of it is 1 ¼ half of it 1 ½ inch. And, 10 pounds of ground chuck plus 2 large chuck roasts. Those are my basic meats. Shrimp (jumbo), lamb chops or roasts, chicken hindquarters, and either tilapia or orange roughy round out my very static preferred meats (hey, fish are meat, call it seafood if you will, I call it meat).
As to packing, I think once my room is in a bit better order, I will start there. I suspect many things will be disappeared. I have little interest in moving everything here. Some clothes need to go away. I suppose I could try to find a seamstress to repair a few things, my lady friend has a friend or three who do that. And, some of the clothes are worth the repair costs. But about half or more of what I have in the clothing department simply need to go away. Either size, wear, or dysfunction make them useless. As well, there are bits and pieces of things that are no longer worth keeping. Some things can be given away, like a paintball gun. I will have to see if the neighbor wants his sons to have such things or not. In any case, someone would want some of these things. Lots of stuff, no current interest, yeah, I will be getting rid of things.
I need to figure out how to overcome my exhaustion, however. My last sleep cycle was from 15:30 to 1:30. That after a great deal of sleep the day before. And nearly as much the day before. I have fought sleeping as much as I am able, but when the mind becomes too sluggish to do simple tasks, the eyes burn, and the pain becomes too great, I cede the field. Caffeine has little affect, perhaps adding an hour per pot of coffee, working only for a few hours. Then again, with those hours comes nausea and a greater sleep time. These phases come and go, this latest phase has been in play for 2 or 3 weeks now. I can never tell how long these phases will last. Though stress does not create the phase, it may deepen and perhaps extend it. That is why I cannot have some nag call me 15 times in three weeks. I just try to keep my life as simple as possible for certain topics, such as finances, shopping, and few others.
I may need to sleep, but I think I will try to push it a few hours to wait for a call. Oh, I need to get the trash out too. A few more hours awake are necessary. What a drag, but… Have a good day.
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I have not yet heard from my friend. Perhaps she is really upset. I called again yesterday. It is the last time I will call about the matter. I also did not make the call to the dealership. I do need to make that call, and I am pretty sure it will be done today. I did finish up the kitchen, cleaning all of the dishes there, though cooking and eating, so another pile of dishes is starting. Meh, I have them soaking now so I think they will be done before much longer this morning. As well, my eye has been wandering around the cave. I am being careful with that wandering, but I think the kitchen and bathroom will get mopped, the bedroom will get a rough touch, some laundry will find itself being washed and dried, and the bedding will be cleaned and the bed made. I do not mind having clean bedding, but I hate a made bed… preferring to burrow in blankets and pillows and the comforter. Although, with the blanket my mother made, I might be able to tolerate the rest of the bed being made, with just that blanket and a comforter or lighter other topper for when it is cold or when I feel the need to feel more secure while sleeping.
My rifle should be arriving soon. Since I will need to go out, I will finish up some of my final grocery shopping. I am, unusually, hungry for chicken. I prefer hindquarters, roasted, along with some vegetables. I have not had steamed fresh spinach for some time. I doubt if I can find good squash, but that would be my preferred second vegetable. Lamb is also on my mind. Then again, I have been without meat, for the most part, recently, as I have been unable to get out and shop. I just purchased a ribeye roast, and had it cut to order. Half of it is 1 ¼ half of it 1 ½ inch. And, 10 pounds of ground chuck plus 2 large chuck roasts. Those are my basic meats. Shrimp (jumbo), lamb chops or roasts, chicken hindquarters, and either tilapia or orange roughy round out my very static preferred meats (hey, fish are meat, call it seafood if you will, I call it meat).
As to packing, I think once my room is in a bit better order, I will start there. I suspect many things will be disappeared. I have little interest in moving everything here. Some clothes need to go away. I suppose I could try to find a seamstress to repair a few things, my lady friend has a friend or three who do that. And, some of the clothes are worth the repair costs. But about half or more of what I have in the clothing department simply need to go away. Either size, wear, or dysfunction make them useless. As well, there are bits and pieces of things that are no longer worth keeping. Some things can be given away, like a paintball gun. I will have to see if the neighbor wants his sons to have such things or not. In any case, someone would want some of these things. Lots of stuff, no current interest, yeah, I will be getting rid of things.
I need to figure out how to overcome my exhaustion, however. My last sleep cycle was from 15:30 to 1:30. That after a great deal of sleep the day before. And nearly as much the day before. I have fought sleeping as much as I am able, but when the mind becomes too sluggish to do simple tasks, the eyes burn, and the pain becomes too great, I cede the field. Caffeine has little affect, perhaps adding an hour per pot of coffee, working only for a few hours. Then again, with those hours comes nausea and a greater sleep time. These phases come and go, this latest phase has been in play for 2 or 3 weeks now. I can never tell how long these phases will last. Though stress does not create the phase, it may deepen and perhaps extend it. That is why I cannot have some nag call me 15 times in three weeks. I just try to keep my life as simple as possible for certain topics, such as finances, shopping, and few others.
I may need to sleep, but I think I will try to push it a few hours to wait for a call. Oh, I need to get the trash out too. A few more hours awake are necessary. What a drag, but… Have a good day.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I slept, she steamed.
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I got much of what I wanted done finished yesterday. After sleeping 12 to 14 hours, then waking for a few, and then napping a few more hours and finally feeling rested, I got busy yesterday. I got a haircut and my beard is now trimmed. I could almost pass for a gentleman! I went shopping, picking up most of what I think I will need for my needs and a few wants for some time to come. I then did some house cleaning, if I did not complete that. Then again, do you ever really have your abode as clean as you like it or want it? Well, fine, so I am not even close, so I will not go further with my procrastination speech. I did not, however, make the call. I was tired, again, and thought I would take a nap at about 15:30, only 7 hours after I awoke for the second time.
I thought I would only need a short nap after all that sleep. And, I had my cell phone on the bedstand. The phone ALWAYS wakes me up, often even if it is in the front room. And yet, it did not wake me. I did not wake when my lady friend called to let me know she was arriving. So, she went hungry. I did not wake until 0:30 hours, or so. Even then, I needed more sleep, so after being awake a bit, I went back to bed until 6:30 or so. I think. It is becoming difficult to be sure of anything at the moment.
I guess I will just have to become adjusted to putting up with my infirmity and people are just going to have to understand that my flesh has failed, all but completely in death. I cannot give my word, only that if I am able I will. Well, it really is time for a nap. I have put it off as long as I can stand it, but sleep calls.
Oh, never worry. In spite of these things, I think I will find some small life. A life I enjoy. In a place where I will be less likely to have to worry so much about the neighbors. In a place where mountains, deserts, rivers, and lakes are all near. I will find times to do some things I enjoy. I will find things which challenge me and help me grow. I might even find love. Just because I am down, physically, I will never give up (for long anyway) on the joy I find in this gift called life. I will never claim to understand it all, but I have never found the need. So, if your life is a little down, when you are finished pouting, shouting, crying, or laughing, remember to roll your sleeves back up and start digging in where you can. I will join you, at least, when I wake up. :P
I called my lady friend, and explained today. I only got her answer service, so I do not know just how angry she is. Bother, but she usually gets over things in her time and figures out something exotic (and expensive) to make up for it. *sigh* I would guess it will be a meal ($70 to $100) at her favorite eatery. Or a trip and a couple of meals, at least one being expensive. Meh, it is part and parcel the business of friendship I suppose. Hmm, maybe she will just have me cook a little more? I like that last almost as well as the trips and only slightly less than the fancy dining. ( O.o ) Do not tell her I said that.
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I got much of what I wanted done finished yesterday. After sleeping 12 to 14 hours, then waking for a few, and then napping a few more hours and finally feeling rested, I got busy yesterday. I got a haircut and my beard is now trimmed. I could almost pass for a gentleman! I went shopping, picking up most of what I think I will need for my needs and a few wants for some time to come. I then did some house cleaning, if I did not complete that. Then again, do you ever really have your abode as clean as you like it or want it? Well, fine, so I am not even close, so I will not go further with my procrastination speech. I did not, however, make the call. I was tired, again, and thought I would take a nap at about 15:30, only 7 hours after I awoke for the second time.
I thought I would only need a short nap after all that sleep. And, I had my cell phone on the bedstand. The phone ALWAYS wakes me up, often even if it is in the front room. And yet, it did not wake me. I did not wake when my lady friend called to let me know she was arriving. So, she went hungry. I did not wake until 0:30 hours, or so. Even then, I needed more sleep, so after being awake a bit, I went back to bed until 6:30 or so. I think. It is becoming difficult to be sure of anything at the moment.
I guess I will just have to become adjusted to putting up with my infirmity and people are just going to have to understand that my flesh has failed, all but completely in death. I cannot give my word, only that if I am able I will. Well, it really is time for a nap. I have put it off as long as I can stand it, but sleep calls.
Oh, never worry. In spite of these things, I think I will find some small life. A life I enjoy. In a place where I will be less likely to have to worry so much about the neighbors. In a place where mountains, deserts, rivers, and lakes are all near. I will find times to do some things I enjoy. I will find things which challenge me and help me grow. I might even find love. Just because I am down, physically, I will never give up (for long anyway) on the joy I find in this gift called life. I will never claim to understand it all, but I have never found the need. So, if your life is a little down, when you are finished pouting, shouting, crying, or laughing, remember to roll your sleeves back up and start digging in where you can. I will join you, at least, when I wake up. :P
I called my lady friend, and explained today. I only got her answer service, so I do not know just how angry she is. Bother, but she usually gets over things in her time and figures out something exotic (and expensive) to make up for it. *sigh* I would guess it will be a meal ($70 to $100) at her favorite eatery. Or a trip and a couple of meals, at least one being expensive. Meh, it is part and parcel the business of friendship I suppose. Hmm, maybe she will just have me cook a little more? I like that last almost as well as the trips and only slightly less than the fancy dining. ( O.o ) Do not tell her I said that.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Not much happening, but a report anyway.
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I spoke with my mother this morning. It looks like she will not be coming until the last weekend of the month. That is fine, it is good to know. And, it gives me a little time to try and get more on the ball. My sleep is sporadic, sometimes the exhaustion demands 14 hours of sleep, some times only a few hours. I push against it when I can. But when the eyes burn and I cannot think, remember, and life is excessively painful, I retreat to the bedroom and try to get what little rest sleep offers. I am hoping with more sunlight and warmer temps, I can sort things out a bit better. I would really like to have some more packing done and the cave spiffy for her visit. I hate having her see the need to clean while she is here. However, and again, I think that is something mothers do. Still, it would be nice, as I have once in a while done in the past, to make her have to search for the work. :P
I will get some things in the larder so that her stay is not a hungry one. I keep thinking of home-made potato soup, maybe with ham; a roasted herbed chicken, and perhaps asparagus for a starter. Then maybe some fried cheese and ham or turkey sandwiches, with a good (as home-made as can be) tomato soup; and then perhaps a really nice (real) crab meat salad. All are easy enough meals for me, even as is at the moment. I am sure she will want to do some cooking herself, so I will not plan much further. However, I will try to have plenty in stock for her to be creative. She does not really like me cooking for her. I do things differently, I am messy in my ways, and I am her son (think boy = should not cook). Yes, ladies, women can be just as sexist. Which bothers US not a whit. …again… :P
Well, I did not rest well after sleeping a good bit yesterday and last night. I woke, anyway, at about 3:00 or 4:00. I stayed up until I just could not stand it until about 6:20 or so (give or take, I cannot be completely accurate when in that much of an exhausted state). However, after only a few hours of sleep or less, I arose sometime in the 8th hour, refreshed and comfortable. I did some tinkering in my game, and successfully complete one round of missions/quests, then started another, of which I went half way through. I then contacted the game company about access difficulties, or sent a reply to their reply to my query. It takes time and information exchanges for these things. I then decided it is time for a shave and haircut. I had tried to get these previously, but my barber (highly unusually) was gone both times. As I do not get out often, and my schedule makes it so that I might be up late at night, or any time really, plus that no matter the time, I may not be fit to leave, this chore has remained undone. So, today, I will prepare to see if he is there or not, again. If not this time, I will have to find another barber. Ackh! The problem with that is that many of them require appointments. I do not do those well, especially now.
My rifle is on the way! I am so excited. Oh, I know, it will sit somewhere and, even in a case, draw dust. That I have it is almost enough. I will need ammunition or the psychological comfort of having it will be nil. I have enough magazines for it, and a reloader able to reload that particular ammo, so I am getting closer to preparedness. I will have to insure that the ammunition I buy for it is reloadable (and plentiful as for the moment, reloading supplies are not available). Still, that will offer brass, as a starter. I wonder if the fear of the state is driving brass supplies into high tide? It has to be. I then wonder how many other such items are becoming excessively scarce, pricey, and horded. Never mind, one thing at a time, and this is one of the bigger things.
Oh, the “lady” from the car company is driving me to distraction. She has called 8 or 9 times in the last two weeks. I have hung up on her once, rarely take the calls, and am going to call my dealership today and have them either set the thing right or take the vehicle back. I will not be harassed, I cannot take the stress. She will either call me (preferably) a few business days before the 1st, and then again only if I have not paid by the 5th. She will include all pertinent contact and payment information, and she will leave it in a message (I will not talk to her again). If she and or they cannot comply, they will get the vehicle back. I figure If I save like I am paying, I can buy a new one in about 3 years, no bills. Yeah, I would be missing a vehicle. Though I am pretty sure I can more easily handle a junker than the stress.
Several things on the plate today. Nothing fancy or difficult, technically. Still, staying on track, adding in some shopping and cleaning, and I am running well beyond what I have been able to do for a while now. I will try to get it all in. It is noon now, so I have the time… again… technically. Go… go… go…
Gone…
Oops, my lady friend just called. We had pizza for lunch the other day, and I special ordered it. I think I hit her sweet spot, food wise (I do not tinker with any of the others, ha, naughty minds... I really am celibate for good or ill). So, she asked if I could do that again. I said I could swing for it, but no promises as much as she moves (or her appetite and preferences anyway). So, I will have a guest for dinner. Hrm, more motive to get a bit of cleaning into my list. (I said I was celibate, I did not say I never think about it. Oh hush.)
Now gone...
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I spoke with my mother this morning. It looks like she will not be coming until the last weekend of the month. That is fine, it is good to know. And, it gives me a little time to try and get more on the ball. My sleep is sporadic, sometimes the exhaustion demands 14 hours of sleep, some times only a few hours. I push against it when I can. But when the eyes burn and I cannot think, remember, and life is excessively painful, I retreat to the bedroom and try to get what little rest sleep offers. I am hoping with more sunlight and warmer temps, I can sort things out a bit better. I would really like to have some more packing done and the cave spiffy for her visit. I hate having her see the need to clean while she is here. However, and again, I think that is something mothers do. Still, it would be nice, as I have once in a while done in the past, to make her have to search for the work. :P
I will get some things in the larder so that her stay is not a hungry one. I keep thinking of home-made potato soup, maybe with ham; a roasted herbed chicken, and perhaps asparagus for a starter. Then maybe some fried cheese and ham or turkey sandwiches, with a good (as home-made as can be) tomato soup; and then perhaps a really nice (real) crab meat salad. All are easy enough meals for me, even as is at the moment. I am sure she will want to do some cooking herself, so I will not plan much further. However, I will try to have plenty in stock for her to be creative. She does not really like me cooking for her. I do things differently, I am messy in my ways, and I am her son (think boy = should not cook). Yes, ladies, women can be just as sexist. Which bothers US not a whit. …again… :P
Well, I did not rest well after sleeping a good bit yesterday and last night. I woke, anyway, at about 3:00 or 4:00. I stayed up until I just could not stand it until about 6:20 or so (give or take, I cannot be completely accurate when in that much of an exhausted state). However, after only a few hours of sleep or less, I arose sometime in the 8th hour, refreshed and comfortable. I did some tinkering in my game, and successfully complete one round of missions/quests, then started another, of which I went half way through. I then contacted the game company about access difficulties, or sent a reply to their reply to my query. It takes time and information exchanges for these things. I then decided it is time for a shave and haircut. I had tried to get these previously, but my barber (highly unusually) was gone both times. As I do not get out often, and my schedule makes it so that I might be up late at night, or any time really, plus that no matter the time, I may not be fit to leave, this chore has remained undone. So, today, I will prepare to see if he is there or not, again. If not this time, I will have to find another barber. Ackh! The problem with that is that many of them require appointments. I do not do those well, especially now.
My rifle is on the way! I am so excited. Oh, I know, it will sit somewhere and, even in a case, draw dust. That I have it is almost enough. I will need ammunition or the psychological comfort of having it will be nil. I have enough magazines for it, and a reloader able to reload that particular ammo, so I am getting closer to preparedness. I will have to insure that the ammunition I buy for it is reloadable (and plentiful as for the moment, reloading supplies are not available). Still, that will offer brass, as a starter. I wonder if the fear of the state is driving brass supplies into high tide? It has to be. I then wonder how many other such items are becoming excessively scarce, pricey, and horded. Never mind, one thing at a time, and this is one of the bigger things.
Oh, the “lady” from the car company is driving me to distraction. She has called 8 or 9 times in the last two weeks. I have hung up on her once, rarely take the calls, and am going to call my dealership today and have them either set the thing right or take the vehicle back. I will not be harassed, I cannot take the stress. She will either call me (preferably) a few business days before the 1st, and then again only if I have not paid by the 5th. She will include all pertinent contact and payment information, and she will leave it in a message (I will not talk to her again). If she and or they cannot comply, they will get the vehicle back. I figure If I save like I am paying, I can buy a new one in about 3 years, no bills. Yeah, I would be missing a vehicle. Though I am pretty sure I can more easily handle a junker than the stress.
Several things on the plate today. Nothing fancy or difficult, technically. Still, staying on track, adding in some shopping and cleaning, and I am running well beyond what I have been able to do for a while now. I will try to get it all in. It is noon now, so I have the time… again… technically. Go… go… go…
Gone…
Oops, my lady friend just called. We had pizza for lunch the other day, and I special ordered it. I think I hit her sweet spot, food wise (I do not tinker with any of the others, ha, naughty minds... I really am celibate for good or ill). So, she asked if I could do that again. I said I could swing for it, but no promises as much as she moves (or her appetite and preferences anyway). So, I will have a guest for dinner. Hrm, more motive to get a bit of cleaning into my list. (I said I was celibate, I did not say I never think about it. Oh hush.)
Now gone...
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