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It isn't much but it works. The game is going well. There are always little things to work out, and I learn about game mechanics and such all the time. As I said, I don't read the manual. Some manuals are horrible though, anyway. Some, many, do not actually tell you how to use devices, mechanics, or weapons. Some don't even include those things. Tonight I figured out how to save, quite by accident actually. Okay, so that is probably in the manual, if not all of them.
I think I am going back to feeding myself at the end of this month. It has been good to have food coming in but I need to do that myself from now on. I will speak with the man whose family has been heading that up this Sunday. While it probably will hurt a little financially, it is also probably a bit of a relief. It was one more thing he had to do in an already hectic personal, professional, social, and religious life.
Shoulder holster are wonderful things. While I am in my pj's, I can holster the pistol without losing my bottoms. I ran out of chew so... at 0 dark thirty I am out smoking once in a while. The scream of that mountain lion, the surprise and close nature of it... sticks with me. It was one of the most haunting soul rending things I have ever encountered. A gun in such a situation might or not even be able to be brought to bear... it's the notion... it gives me a much better chance IF I can bring it into play.
A little more of this and that... No, actually, I think it is bed time. Good night. Well, I could feed the girls one last time. I have been getting them six small meals a day. While they never get fed to the point of being overly full, they also never get completely full, either. If I could regulate my hours of sleep, it might be perfect for them, dieteticly. Then again, since they are still not completely domesticated, some variance might actually serve them better than absolute regularity. Who knows. Ah, right, good night.
I almost wish the mountain lion that lives in this valley would announce him/herself when near. I've seen evidence of its presence (prints), and neighbors have alternately taken potshots at it or run it off/startled it from stalking their stock, but never have I heard it emit that legendary scream.
ReplyDeleteOh, it was a treat. It might have truly frightened me. It definitely got my attention. So hauntingly beautiful and terrifying at the same time. I almost shed a tear of... something like joy... at having heard it. Ah, but I can be so sentimental. I probably shouldn't have written that. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get the chance, and... survive it. Though I think if it is 'yelling at you', to put it inelegantly, then it probably isn't going to attack unless you keep pressing it. It is when you can't hear it that you are in serious trouble, if you have an ounce of common sense. That scream says... one more inch and it is going to HURTTTTTT! Hehe.