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I was sure a little heat would help. With the furnace running full bore, dressed and with socks, shoes, and a jacket on, I am still cold. It isn't the temperature. I simply am not pumping enough blood to enough parts to warm up. There is probably little I can do until I am just able to get to it. I hate that kind of an answer. It offers no information, provides not even a rough prognostication, and gives no possible solutions, it just is. It can't even be debated, looked at another way, shoved aside, or walked over. That is where I am. Barely moving, thinking a bit but uselessly, and still cold. I am going to hop into the shower and see if that might help. Though that might simply exhaust me. Worth a try though, I suppose. When I get little done I sleep wrong, am not able to sleep until late, and it bothers my conscience.
On the good side I do believe I have a plan going forward. Writing it out seemed to settle which task to do first, and such. Then too, it might just be that, after days of thinking about it, a plan had been made and just needed something more concrete to set it into... not motion but... into intent. There are a number of smaller items I can hit, too. Socks and clean clothes can be hit, here and there, a bit at a time. Looking for the slides for the furniture can happen in spare moments or when I can think about it and motivate to the task. Though, something not helping is knowing that what I listed is not all of it. Every task, every step, every idea, hides a ton of other work that needs to be done in conjunction, in order to, or after those listed tasks are done. Overload.
It'll happen.
Later or good night.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Yeah, well...
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Yeah, well? As I was tinkering to wake more fully, and getting nowhere with that, I realized I have two problems. The first, it is far too cool in here for me to begin functioning. While I hate to turn the furnace on, this far into spring, I simply had to do it. No real problem, just... I didn't see it until well into needing it. My other problem? Deciding what to do first. The idea of cleaning out the bedroom, then living room, is strong. Taking out the old water heater is up there too. I can't check the flooring from underneath until I clear out the bedroom, so that I can lift the carpet and get to the crawl-way entrance under the carpet. None of those jobs is simple and straight forward, each will probably take a day unto itself. For example, clearing the bedroom will require figuring out where to put everything, finding 'furniture coasters' to move some of the furniture solo, some hassles with mating socks and folding and putting away clean underwear, and... other things as of yet unforeseen, to be sure.
Now, I have to consider, closely, what to do first, in between, and last. My last fiancee had a fantastic way with organizing, at least our apartment and items. And, like a squirrel, she usually knew where items were and could retrieve them pretty quickly. What I need to develop is this sense of organization, but based on my energy, the particulars of the tasks at hand, and real time estimates. If it takes too long or I have bitten off far too much, a task will end up only partially done and simply become lost. If I don't do things in an orderly manner, my mind will become unfocused and I will be swamped. It is a real puzzle. Even double my energy availability would be a weak thing, but I don't have even that luxury. All the while I have to still eat, stay personally clean, try to keep the home up just a bit (failing in that department since my last major fall), and... everything else life might demands. Juggling eggs and pickles and hammers, oh my. Still, it does make like more interesting. I'll grant that with a grin to boot.
So, I am sitting here thinking. Then again, until I can warm up I won't be doing much else anyway. I've become cold blooded, it seems. Hmm, at this point I believe I will, when warmed a bit, tear my bedroom down. I might have to push things, but I might be able to have that done tomorrow, perhaps even mostly finished today, if I can push. I will then take a couple of days off, maybe getting under the house to look at the flooring during the break, if it is dry enough. The next step would be empty the living room. Another day or two at that. A 'rug doctor' will then be rented, used, and returned. Then I will take out the old water heater. Each of those steps will take at least a day, possibly two (cleaning out the rooms especially). After a day or two of work, I may well need a day or two of recovery, or more to be absolutely honest.
I have wondered about when to do the pipe work. I really think I should wait until I have the new water heater. If nothing else, placing that in, and doing a rough (dry) piping pre-configuration, then working from that, would most likely be the most effective method. Given that, it will probably be two weeks, roughly, before I do too much with that. Yes, yes. I know guys who take out the old and put in the new in a few hours, even to soldering pipe and customizing the fittings. And, there is a chance, if I do get going, that it will all happen in a flash for me too. I may be overestimating my needs, though I doubt it. I just can't count on my capacity. And more, I might seriously be pushing it, especially if anything else comes down the pipe at me, no pun intended. Decisions and new techniques, new notions, new skills, all slow me down. And I am not sure how much physical work my body can take at this exact moment or for the days to come.
Okay, now that I have a plan I just need to warm up! Hurry, hurry, go!
Ah, the main problem with blogspot is when I try to include video and links. I'm getting better at it, but the 'html' format is a nightmare by itself, and auto-corrects incorrectly often (and every time I edit) while the 'compose' format never comes out right itself, even on the simple stuff. Plus, coding on html doesn't seem to work as it should. Perhaps I need to revise my html vocabulary to... whatever html blogspot seems to be using, currently. I think that changed too. Bleh.
Have a good day.
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Yeah, well? As I was tinkering to wake more fully, and getting nowhere with that, I realized I have two problems. The first, it is far too cool in here for me to begin functioning. While I hate to turn the furnace on, this far into spring, I simply had to do it. No real problem, just... I didn't see it until well into needing it. My other problem? Deciding what to do first. The idea of cleaning out the bedroom, then living room, is strong. Taking out the old water heater is up there too. I can't check the flooring from underneath until I clear out the bedroom, so that I can lift the carpet and get to the crawl-way entrance under the carpet. None of those jobs is simple and straight forward, each will probably take a day unto itself. For example, clearing the bedroom will require figuring out where to put everything, finding 'furniture coasters' to move some of the furniture solo, some hassles with mating socks and folding and putting away clean underwear, and... other things as of yet unforeseen, to be sure.
Now, I have to consider, closely, what to do first, in between, and last. My last fiancee had a fantastic way with organizing, at least our apartment and items. And, like a squirrel, she usually knew where items were and could retrieve them pretty quickly. What I need to develop is this sense of organization, but based on my energy, the particulars of the tasks at hand, and real time estimates. If it takes too long or I have bitten off far too much, a task will end up only partially done and simply become lost. If I don't do things in an orderly manner, my mind will become unfocused and I will be swamped. It is a real puzzle. Even double my energy availability would be a weak thing, but I don't have even that luxury. All the while I have to still eat, stay personally clean, try to keep the home up just a bit (failing in that department since my last major fall), and... everything else life might demands. Juggling eggs and pickles and hammers, oh my. Still, it does make like more interesting. I'll grant that with a grin to boot.
So, I am sitting here thinking. Then again, until I can warm up I won't be doing much else anyway. I've become cold blooded, it seems. Hmm, at this point I believe I will, when warmed a bit, tear my bedroom down. I might have to push things, but I might be able to have that done tomorrow, perhaps even mostly finished today, if I can push. I will then take a couple of days off, maybe getting under the house to look at the flooring during the break, if it is dry enough. The next step would be empty the living room. Another day or two at that. A 'rug doctor' will then be rented, used, and returned. Then I will take out the old water heater. Each of those steps will take at least a day, possibly two (cleaning out the rooms especially). After a day or two of work, I may well need a day or two of recovery, or more to be absolutely honest.
I have wondered about when to do the pipe work. I really think I should wait until I have the new water heater. If nothing else, placing that in, and doing a rough (dry) piping pre-configuration, then working from that, would most likely be the most effective method. Given that, it will probably be two weeks, roughly, before I do too much with that. Yes, yes. I know guys who take out the old and put in the new in a few hours, even to soldering pipe and customizing the fittings. And, there is a chance, if I do get going, that it will all happen in a flash for me too. I may be overestimating my needs, though I doubt it. I just can't count on my capacity. And more, I might seriously be pushing it, especially if anything else comes down the pipe at me, no pun intended. Decisions and new techniques, new notions, new skills, all slow me down. And I am not sure how much physical work my body can take at this exact moment or for the days to come.
Okay, now that I have a plan I just need to warm up! Hurry, hurry, go!
Ah, the main problem with blogspot is when I try to include video and links. I'm getting better at it, but the 'html' format is a nightmare by itself, and auto-corrects incorrectly often (and every time I edit) while the 'compose' format never comes out right itself, even on the simple stuff. Plus, coding on html doesn't seem to work as it should. Perhaps I need to revise my html vocabulary to... whatever html blogspot seems to be using, currently. I think that changed too. Bleh.
Have a good day.
So, where did the notion of...
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Up, and late. Again, I went down late last night. On the good side I was up earlier than yesterday. At about 11:00 I was able to get up and out. As I remember it, when my mother was here last time, after a bit of work, I had this same problem. And that was when I had a cheerleader/butt-kicker to help me get going. I can run just so far, just so hot, for just so long and down I go. All good. I will be trying to stretch that. I realize that even should I be able to stretch my capacity a bit, it will be gimmicky. Then again, the man that lifted the world's record weight, the man who ran the fastest, the man who created the mos intellectually (or destroyed, or lead to destroying the most, Einstein?)... all these men worked the corners to get a nice round gimmick. You don't think so? Do your homework and shut it. When you have read more than platitudes and pseudo history, when you have found what these men did that would be completely unacceptable to get where they were going, and you will probably only find out about a portion of what they did, then we can talk. Anyway, gimmicks, to a degree, are as good as it gets. Gimmick yourself up to a personal local high point, find a witness or make sure the deed(s) are verifiable, then sell, sell, sell, that achievement. MIT to corporate to the military, that is one method of advancement, a major one unfortunately or not. It mimics true success, though... success can follow through there, or... not.
I am feeling good. I am also relatively sluggish. I am eating, more so now that I have bean and hamburger in good supply, already cooked, just microwave and eat. The good thing about eating the same thing over and over (save with things like chili for some reason) is that I tend to... not feed like a starved man. Beans and meats are easy for me to eat often though. I don't know what else I can get to right now. More work in my room, to empty it. Though some of the pieces are big, like the bed. I need to clear a place for them elsewhere. While I have the machine it would be nice to clean all the carpeting but I will have a heck of a task before me just emptying one bedroom and my living room, while saving a place to sleep. I'll be doing good to get two rooms done at once. Hmm, if I am still excited about the project, when I finish the two rooms and they are dry, I could consider the last bedroom before my mother visits. Have you noticed people don't notice you have cleaned, only when you haven't cleaned is it noticeable? Heh! Part of my dissatisfaction with cleaning. It's less... unambiguous to just leave it as is? *grins*
While I feel better, the work before me is a bit daunting. I'm pecking at it, true. And though I feel better, no aches and pains, I am still sleeping more and not very energetic yet. All good, I am still in the game a bit. I know where I am going and I am still very much on track. I just want to shovel coal into the burner and get the engine to come to a full steam, not just putter along. But you can't do that with holes in the boiler. I do what I can and that will have to do. I am fortunate that I know what I know and can do what I do, it just doesn't always feel like I'm all that lucky about it all.
Hmm, one more thing... I had someone tell me they have never heard of, or listened to, goth. I let it slide, off hand, for the moment, but my mind was whirring. Then it all came to me... and... I fell. But I have it now!
El Paso
Seasons in the Sun
Leader of the Pack
Last Kiss
Honey
Those aren't gothic, you say? Do you know how many of those songs were banned from radio play? Check it out folks. Certainly they were considered... troubling, less as time went on. Oh, and the thing with gothic? Enjoy the songs, and themes... but have a good chuckle about them from time to time, too. Yeah, soppy. Even the songwriters and singers of these, some of them, thought these were some of the funniest things evah. And... they can be. Just don't take it all too seriously is all.
The most direct lineage of modern goth actually comes from songs like Sympathy for the Devil, Paint it Black, bands like Black Sabbath (which, I believe, is considered actual goth), and others like those. Oh, you only listen to Country and Western? Don't EVEN get me started there. Ha.
Toss in everyone from Edgar Allen Poe, revisited in the 70's with Vincent Price leading that pack. Some/many of the movies Kriss Christopherson made were hugely gothic, as well. No, none of this is new. And these are the ones you might easily have seen or heard. I have heard songs from back when France was a kingdom, and before, which were quite gothic. Yeah, it's hard to imagine people from long ago yearning for... well... even longer ago! Of course, gothicism is a romanticism about certain themes (death, love lost, forbidden love, the devil, horror, the darker sides of truth, etc.), and a wish for the past while understanding we can't go back to it. It's that... wish versus knowledge, angst if you must, that creates the dark eddies, along with what has been lost getting to our current point in time/life, which is behind the meat of gothicism. Well, that's my take. Anyway, just... saying.
On to cheery things, like work. And, despite how it seems, I do love to work. It's just... I know it is going to hurt, hard. Whether I go fast or slow, I will hurt myself. The slower I go the, probably, the more I can end up pumping out before I go down. Much like getting up after a fall, what I like is not important, or relevant to facts. I know work will increase the speed at which I fall down again, and getting up is a sort of pain very few can even understand, unique to itself. Still, that is my lot. Hmm, an hour to wake a bit more, then to my room. The way my life works explains why I am into goth (even if I think most modern gothic music absolutely sucks barnacles).
Good day.
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Up, and late. Again, I went down late last night. On the good side I was up earlier than yesterday. At about 11:00 I was able to get up and out. As I remember it, when my mother was here last time, after a bit of work, I had this same problem. And that was when I had a cheerleader/butt-kicker to help me get going. I can run just so far, just so hot, for just so long and down I go. All good. I will be trying to stretch that. I realize that even should I be able to stretch my capacity a bit, it will be gimmicky. Then again, the man that lifted the world's record weight, the man who ran the fastest, the man who created the mos intellectually (or destroyed, or lead to destroying the most, Einstein?)... all these men worked the corners to get a nice round gimmick. You don't think so? Do your homework and shut it. When you have read more than platitudes and pseudo history, when you have found what these men did that would be completely unacceptable to get where they were going, and you will probably only find out about a portion of what they did, then we can talk. Anyway, gimmicks, to a degree, are as good as it gets. Gimmick yourself up to a personal local high point, find a witness or make sure the deed(s) are verifiable, then sell, sell, sell, that achievement. MIT to corporate to the military, that is one method of advancement, a major one unfortunately or not. It mimics true success, though... success can follow through there, or... not.
I am feeling good. I am also relatively sluggish. I am eating, more so now that I have bean and hamburger in good supply, already cooked, just microwave and eat. The good thing about eating the same thing over and over (save with things like chili for some reason) is that I tend to... not feed like a starved man. Beans and meats are easy for me to eat often though. I don't know what else I can get to right now. More work in my room, to empty it. Though some of the pieces are big, like the bed. I need to clear a place for them elsewhere. While I have the machine it would be nice to clean all the carpeting but I will have a heck of a task before me just emptying one bedroom and my living room, while saving a place to sleep. I'll be doing good to get two rooms done at once. Hmm, if I am still excited about the project, when I finish the two rooms and they are dry, I could consider the last bedroom before my mother visits. Have you noticed people don't notice you have cleaned, only when you haven't cleaned is it noticeable? Heh! Part of my dissatisfaction with cleaning. It's less... unambiguous to just leave it as is? *grins*
While I feel better, the work before me is a bit daunting. I'm pecking at it, true. And though I feel better, no aches and pains, I am still sleeping more and not very energetic yet. All good, I am still in the game a bit. I know where I am going and I am still very much on track. I just want to shovel coal into the burner and get the engine to come to a full steam, not just putter along. But you can't do that with holes in the boiler. I do what I can and that will have to do. I am fortunate that I know what I know and can do what I do, it just doesn't always feel like I'm all that lucky about it all.
Hmm, one more thing... I had someone tell me they have never heard of, or listened to, goth. I let it slide, off hand, for the moment, but my mind was whirring. Then it all came to me... and... I fell. But I have it now!
El Paso
Seasons in the Sun
Leader of the Pack
Last Kiss
Honey
Those aren't gothic, you say? Do you know how many of those songs were banned from radio play? Check it out folks. Certainly they were considered... troubling, less as time went on. Oh, and the thing with gothic? Enjoy the songs, and themes... but have a good chuckle about them from time to time, too. Yeah, soppy. Even the songwriters and singers of these, some of them, thought these were some of the funniest things evah. And... they can be. Just don't take it all too seriously is all.
The most direct lineage of modern goth actually comes from songs like Sympathy for the Devil, Paint it Black, bands like Black Sabbath (which, I believe, is considered actual goth), and others like those. Oh, you only listen to Country and Western? Don't EVEN get me started there. Ha.
Toss in everyone from Edgar Allen Poe, revisited in the 70's with Vincent Price leading that pack. Some/many of the movies Kriss Christopherson made were hugely gothic, as well. No, none of this is new. And these are the ones you might easily have seen or heard. I have heard songs from back when France was a kingdom, and before, which were quite gothic. Yeah, it's hard to imagine people from long ago yearning for... well... even longer ago! Of course, gothicism is a romanticism about certain themes (death, love lost, forbidden love, the devil, horror, the darker sides of truth, etc.), and a wish for the past while understanding we can't go back to it. It's that... wish versus knowledge, angst if you must, that creates the dark eddies, along with what has been lost getting to our current point in time/life, which is behind the meat of gothicism. Well, that's my take. Anyway, just... saying.
On to cheery things, like work. And, despite how it seems, I do love to work. It's just... I know it is going to hurt, hard. Whether I go fast or slow, I will hurt myself. The slower I go the, probably, the more I can end up pumping out before I go down. Much like getting up after a fall, what I like is not important, or relevant to facts. I know work will increase the speed at which I fall down again, and getting up is a sort of pain very few can even understand, unique to itself. Still, that is my lot. Hmm, an hour to wake a bit more, then to my room. The way my life works explains why I am into goth (even if I think most modern gothic music absolutely sucks barnacles).
Good day.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Hmm, good day, but what is up with Blogspot?
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I didn't get to town until 16:00 or so, picked up my pal, and then went to a couple of places. I grabbed another copper union. I decided to put one on both sides of the valve I will be replacing. I compared prices at a number of places and, oddly, a 40 gallon water heater is cheaper than a 30 gallon water heater. Huh? Either size matters, like with electronics, or commonality. Still, it seems strange. I found three 40 gallon water heaters that will fit the bill. Two of them have a six year warranty, one has a nine year warranty. The two shorter warranty heaters come in at $205, the longer warranty adds a hundred. There is a twelve year warranty water heater too, though it wasn't in the store and I didn't see the price. I am thinking the nine year warranty at $305 is probably the one I will go with. I will look over the two tonight. I didn't see them in my previous online research though, odd. The online Lowe's and Home Depot, iirc, didn't even offer a button to look for a 40 gallon water heater. Oh, the brands are Whirlpool and GE. I sort of think those are the same water heaters, built in the same plant, just tagged and bagged under different names.
Now that I have that, mostly, settled, I need to get my rooms cleaned out, and if it is dry enough crawl under the house to look at the flooring. It seems okay. I can walk on it. I just... have to look. I don't want to get the water heater in only to have to yank it out again and then redo the flooring. In any case, I will want to put a drain in and redo the flooring material before I mess with the water heater. Still, it is good to know what prices I am looking at, that they are available locally, and such. I also took my friend around to get regular small pistol primers. I bought the magnum small pistol off him, for .357 loads. He doesn't load that heavy anymore, for his own shooting. Then we went to Maddox. I chickened out regarding the bison steak. I just... I didn't want to pay that price and maybe end up not liking it. We made a deal, in June or July, when we are back that way, we will order a bison steak and a 16 ounce prime rib... and split them. That way if the bison isn't what one of us likes we won't be completely out. Yeah, yeah... Hush it, you.
I am feeling a hundred times better today. With the sun out most of the day to help, the trip, shopping, and all was easy. I kept feeling, though, that feeling so good I should have been home working. But the steak had to be had. It's been on my mind since Monday, when they were closed and I missed. I get a hankering for something I just can't let it go all that easily. I am hoping to get to things tomorrow. I have, as I said, cleared a bit of my bedroom. And, tomorrow, I hope to clear more, or even the rest, of it. That will include the bed, a dresser, taking care of some clean socks and shorts, a standing lamp, and all the other stuff bedrooms have. The floor isn't dry yet, the area that became wet. I worry about mold but am not sure exactly what to do for the moment. Hopefully the carpet cleaning device will take care of anything. Yeah, I'm a guy. I simply have no clue on these things. I might not have sweated pipe, but at least I had half the tools needed, and knew what else to get. Cleaning though? Clueless. Absolutely clueless.
Ah, here is another goth type song I found, and enjoyed a bit. I probably wouldn't like it without the video. The package deal made it interesting. I don't get it fully, woman singer and thinking just... escape me. Something to do with women's drama, melodrama? Still, it's... cute... to me.
Oh, the thing with Blogspot? The whole create and edit screens have completely changed. I seem to have no problems with it, but... it was a bit of a shock to have it completely change without me agreeing to it. With a zero president, I suppose even companies are just... doing whatever the hell they want to do, too. Shooting for the weakest link proves to be a bad thing, again? Whatever, for now. Not good, I can't get paragraphs to separate! Argh! They pulled a beta in and forced it on me. I figured out the paragraph breaks. They used "br /" twice, I figured it should be "br" followed by "/br", surrounded by < and >, of course but that doesn't print in the blog right, and my opinion was the correct one. Bah! So now I have to correct these on every post I create. Idiots. Obominites, alright. It's still not right, my double "periods" up top are not feeding right, I'll... tinker with it, over time. On the good side, I just made up the fix, without researching, and it worked, mostly.
Sweet dreams? Oh yeah! Good night.
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I didn't get to town until 16:00 or so, picked up my pal, and then went to a couple of places. I grabbed another copper union. I decided to put one on both sides of the valve I will be replacing. I compared prices at a number of places and, oddly, a 40 gallon water heater is cheaper than a 30 gallon water heater. Huh? Either size matters, like with electronics, or commonality. Still, it seems strange. I found three 40 gallon water heaters that will fit the bill. Two of them have a six year warranty, one has a nine year warranty. The two shorter warranty heaters come in at $205, the longer warranty adds a hundred. There is a twelve year warranty water heater too, though it wasn't in the store and I didn't see the price. I am thinking the nine year warranty at $305 is probably the one I will go with. I will look over the two tonight. I didn't see them in my previous online research though, odd. The online Lowe's and Home Depot, iirc, didn't even offer a button to look for a 40 gallon water heater. Oh, the brands are Whirlpool and GE. I sort of think those are the same water heaters, built in the same plant, just tagged and bagged under different names.
Now that I have that, mostly, settled, I need to get my rooms cleaned out, and if it is dry enough crawl under the house to look at the flooring. It seems okay. I can walk on it. I just... have to look. I don't want to get the water heater in only to have to yank it out again and then redo the flooring. In any case, I will want to put a drain in and redo the flooring material before I mess with the water heater. Still, it is good to know what prices I am looking at, that they are available locally, and such. I also took my friend around to get regular small pistol primers. I bought the magnum small pistol off him, for .357 loads. He doesn't load that heavy anymore, for his own shooting. Then we went to Maddox. I chickened out regarding the bison steak. I just... I didn't want to pay that price and maybe end up not liking it. We made a deal, in June or July, when we are back that way, we will order a bison steak and a 16 ounce prime rib... and split them. That way if the bison isn't what one of us likes we won't be completely out. Yeah, yeah... Hush it, you.
I am feeling a hundred times better today. With the sun out most of the day to help, the trip, shopping, and all was easy. I kept feeling, though, that feeling so good I should have been home working. But the steak had to be had. It's been on my mind since Monday, when they were closed and I missed. I get a hankering for something I just can't let it go all that easily. I am hoping to get to things tomorrow. I have, as I said, cleared a bit of my bedroom. And, tomorrow, I hope to clear more, or even the rest, of it. That will include the bed, a dresser, taking care of some clean socks and shorts, a standing lamp, and all the other stuff bedrooms have. The floor isn't dry yet, the area that became wet. I worry about mold but am not sure exactly what to do for the moment. Hopefully the carpet cleaning device will take care of anything. Yeah, I'm a guy. I simply have no clue on these things. I might not have sweated pipe, but at least I had half the tools needed, and knew what else to get. Cleaning though? Clueless. Absolutely clueless.
Ah, here is another goth type song I found, and enjoyed a bit. I probably wouldn't like it without the video. The package deal made it interesting. I don't get it fully, woman singer and thinking just... escape me. Something to do with women's drama, melodrama? Still, it's... cute... to me.
Oh, the thing with Blogspot? The whole create and edit screens have completely changed. I seem to have no problems with it, but... it was a bit of a shock to have it completely change without me agreeing to it. With a zero president, I suppose even companies are just... doing whatever the hell they want to do, too. Shooting for the weakest link proves to be a bad thing, again? Whatever, for now. Not good, I can't get paragraphs to separate! Argh! They pulled a beta in and forced it on me. I figured out the paragraph breaks. They used "br /" twice, I figured it should be "br" followed by "/br", surrounded by < and >, of course but that doesn't print in the blog right, and my opinion was the correct one. Bah! So now I have to correct these on every post I create. Idiots. Obominites, alright. It's still not right, my double "periods" up top are not feeding right, I'll... tinker with it, over time. On the good side, I just made up the fix, without researching, and it worked, mostly.
Sweet dreams? Oh yeah! Good night.
Late but good.
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I didn't make it to bed until 1:00. I set my alarm for 10:00. I was extremely tired, and tired of playing with the alarm as I've tried to do the last few days so, when it went off, I simply turned it off... when I could finally even rise to do that. Ugh. I woke at 13:00. the sun was hidden this morning, which never helps. At least it is peaking out from time to time now. Yeah, I'm running late, but fine. I still have a goal and I intend to meet it.
My friend called, asking if I would be in town. Indeed I suggested, telling him I will be looking for water heaters. I asked if he wanted me to do that then get him. He wants to go along though, so... okay. I want to make measurements again, and write them down. I am positive the size of my current water heater, I'm just not sure how much larger it can be. That is the part that is tricky. And, I think, I only saw one water heater with that small of a diameter. Mine is 18 1/2 inches. I am positive a 19" will (probably) fit. Technically, from wall to wall to counter a 22 inch diameter will fit, exactly, from measurements. Though I wouldn't want anything that snug and I don't know what else might protrude or otherwise cause a problem. It's all guesswork. I suppose, if something doesn't fit, I could end up taking it back. But that just adds hassle and work to the process, more work, for me, can be crippling. I really have to measure twice and cut once or I end up in tons of trouble and a further protracted project. It's like hunting with a single shot rifle or such. I have to make it count.
I am feeling better. My muscle aches are down from a scream, or at least constant high pitched whine. They are down to an occasional mumble or grump. Some of them are still taught, like days after a serious exercise. Just the muscles more rarely used do that. Some of my body is completely fit for duty again. Being that muscles are a system though, I need to... do things the easy way, when I can, still, for a while. And yet I will do what I have to do, too. I'm at the point where I can and will do more, if cautiously. Cavalier notions are not the way of the day, or week, to come.
I suppose. I best read your blogs. Grumbling, laughing, noticing missed points, defining terms, or just saying hello, I hope I bring something to your places and thoughts. Well, you know I'm a grump, so... Just, read between the lines if you can?
Have a great day.
.
I didn't make it to bed until 1:00. I set my alarm for 10:00. I was extremely tired, and tired of playing with the alarm as I've tried to do the last few days so, when it went off, I simply turned it off... when I could finally even rise to do that. Ugh. I woke at 13:00. the sun was hidden this morning, which never helps. At least it is peaking out from time to time now. Yeah, I'm running late, but fine. I still have a goal and I intend to meet it.
My friend called, asking if I would be in town. Indeed I suggested, telling him I will be looking for water heaters. I asked if he wanted me to do that then get him. He wants to go along though, so... okay. I want to make measurements again, and write them down. I am positive the size of my current water heater, I'm just not sure how much larger it can be. That is the part that is tricky. And, I think, I only saw one water heater with that small of a diameter. Mine is 18 1/2 inches. I am positive a 19" will (probably) fit. Technically, from wall to wall to counter a 22 inch diameter will fit, exactly, from measurements. Though I wouldn't want anything that snug and I don't know what else might protrude or otherwise cause a problem. It's all guesswork. I suppose, if something doesn't fit, I could end up taking it back. But that just adds hassle and work to the process, more work, for me, can be crippling. I really have to measure twice and cut once or I end up in tons of trouble and a further protracted project. It's like hunting with a single shot rifle or such. I have to make it count.
I am feeling better. My muscle aches are down from a scream, or at least constant high pitched whine. They are down to an occasional mumble or grump. Some of them are still taught, like days after a serious exercise. Just the muscles more rarely used do that. Some of my body is completely fit for duty again. Being that muscles are a system though, I need to... do things the easy way, when I can, still, for a while. And yet I will do what I have to do, too. I'm at the point where I can and will do more, if cautiously. Cavalier notions are not the way of the day, or week, to come.
I suppose. I best read your blogs. Grumbling, laughing, noticing missed points, defining terms, or just saying hello, I hope I bring something to your places and thoughts. Well, you know I'm a grump, so... Just, read between the lines if you can?
Have a great day.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Another day of rest.
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Much needed, much appreciated. I don't knock the need, now that there is a known physical constraint. I still wonder if they knew about my heart long ago though. Maybe they thought I would drive myself over a cliff, one way or another, trying to do more than I could. They sure pushed.
A fellow blogger brought up the topic of being above average, and several levels of that. It seems being above average and way above average, intellectually (and it is my theory in many ways being outside the norms), may lead to maladjustment. It certainly enhances the risks, or so data and it's straightforward interpretation seem to indicate. And, no, this really isn't about academics. To be honest, the average I.Q. of a Ph. D. holder is only about 115. Those guys just go crazy from being corruptocrats in a Stalinist insane asylum run by the inmates. No, this is a different topic. Remember the S.O.B. thing, it works in all areas, not just in dealing with women.
Anyway, I started thinking about what I am good at. I can be good, health being reasonably stable for a bit, at just about anything I lay my hands or mind to. The truth is, I am not really great at anything. That seems to be one of the misfortunes of being slightly above average, or more? If everything was easy in school, give or take, or could be if you applied, then... it is supposed that such people just sort of skate through life. My heart really may have tempered, or even developed, this problem along with that though. Or, I am delusional and of simply average intelligence. *laughs* Could be. Still, I suspect the former.
If you want to know what you are not good at, often it is easier to see by looking at what you are good at. Are you good at verbal communication, or even all communication forms you can use? Now, be honest. Just because you can talk at 300wpm, that does not make you a great or successful communicator. Assess that skill in some measured way, there are many tests, some free and online (if of a more dubious nature). Then how do you do in math? If you both can and have learned to do various levels of college based math, is it functional or did you just get a grade? Be honest. Eventually you will hit on weak spots.
While this isn't exactly considered an intellectual thing, per se, my memory is weak. I just "learn" things, I can't really memorize them. They need to become mechanical and have function or the item won't stay in memory, even short term, long enough for even classes all that well. History, at the pace of engineering courses at least, would be difficult. My interest in history isn't knowing which year Columbus landed, just having a sense of when he landed (middle ages, 14XX, give or take, is enough for me). But more, it has to do with why that is significant, what transpired before and afterward, and such. Actually, history is a collection of war stories pretty much written by the side that won, so it is dubious often. Still, exact memory is a major weakness. Most other stuff is rather easy to learn. I was "impressed" by how easy non-political courses were to take at the normal college level. That is, courses where a student's political leanings weren't used against them in scoring. Hmm, practical. I have no real skills to speak of. I probably could (and should) learn to change my own oil, and I will be learning to sharpen my saw a bit (just field level), but I don't actually own any skills in any field, or even small parts of fields. I'm learning on the fly, everything I do in my home, on my vehicle, chainsaw, or using tools. So, I guess that is a weak point. What are your weak spots?
I am finally actually enjoying adult peer relationships. Being disabled though I am a bit of a drag on real people who have schedules, families, their children's sports and such, and maybe second jobs. But I can and do enjoy getting in there, at least in smaller settings. That is new for me. Actually I think I am becoming less gifted gimped as time goes by, a reversal of the usual trend. Though finding out that my problems are heart, not head, related helps. That stigma is significant, at least in the sufferer's head though I suspect it is more than just there, and significant in society as well. Tip-toeing through tulips, beware the raging bull, and all.
Ah, went looking for a bit of music tonight. A group called Spacehog came to mind the other day. I have one of their CDs, if their name isn't printed on it. Oddly I never could remember their group name before. It just hit me a few days ago, so I looked it up. This first song was the theme song in a dream I had long ago. I, along with others, was on a space ship headed for a new planet. Earth had been destroyed, anthropomorphic indeed, but... more of the nuclear variety (although that could be called global warming and then global cooling, innit?). In my dream the song was "Violent Race", not the actual "Violet Race". Though the words, considering it is rock, a bit edgy, and alternative... fit either title. I'm still not sure the band merely got a typo of the real lyrics or the song writer decided to go a less dark seeming way with the words.
I've been looking over goth music. For the most part? It is too self-promotionally artificial for my tastes. I've found a few songs I sort of enjoy, within the darker themes of life. This next one... hits way too many chords from my life to... ignore. I found one other song I liked, different group though. This song reminds me of when I saw around the supposed mundane to the ugly nature of the beast in the men and women around me, as a child. This sin would be ignored by this one in trade for that sin for that one. And there was, is, no way out. None are free. The contortions, lust, gluttony, sloth, and such on display... cuts to my bones... soul. The rot so often just under the surface, so often and easily viewed, sometimes simply flaunted... I do believe, however, that there can be a slightly better life, here, now. With work, honesty, love. Won't be perfect, ever, here, but... This song doesn't represent how it has to be or the only truth, just one I saw. Here are the lyrics, give or take. If you watch the last scenes closely you will see the horror I sometimes could see and sometimes would not as a child, but now see all too clearly. The horror of one's own truths.
This is an old song, for me. While I believed myself to be ill from mind it fit more. Still, there are... truths for me in it yet. For those of you who can't quite understand the words. No, I understand. Some music I just get, some I can't understand a single word. For my part, exchange war with warm, when he says, "There is now way that anyone will ever, make mewarmwar again". Not even if I have to kill them all! *smirk* Oh, many mistakes in the lyrics... for example, what is done, is done, undone, not what is done and done and done. I can't find a good lyric page to link... should be close enough though.
Well, that's it. Good night for sure. Or... mostly for certain. Or... if I don't write later. Sleep well.
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Much needed, much appreciated. I don't knock the need, now that there is a known physical constraint. I still wonder if they knew about my heart long ago though. Maybe they thought I would drive myself over a cliff, one way or another, trying to do more than I could. They sure pushed.
A fellow blogger brought up the topic of being above average, and several levels of that. It seems being above average and way above average, intellectually (and it is my theory in many ways being outside the norms), may lead to maladjustment. It certainly enhances the risks, or so data and it's straightforward interpretation seem to indicate. And, no, this really isn't about academics. To be honest, the average I.Q. of a Ph. D. holder is only about 115. Those guys just go crazy from being corruptocrats in a Stalinist insane asylum run by the inmates. No, this is a different topic. Remember the S.O.B. thing, it works in all areas, not just in dealing with women.
Anyway, I started thinking about what I am good at. I can be good, health being reasonably stable for a bit, at just about anything I lay my hands or mind to. The truth is, I am not really great at anything. That seems to be one of the misfortunes of being slightly above average, or more? If everything was easy in school, give or take, or could be if you applied, then... it is supposed that such people just sort of skate through life. My heart really may have tempered, or even developed, this problem along with that though. Or, I am delusional and of simply average intelligence. *laughs* Could be. Still, I suspect the former.
If you want to know what you are not good at, often it is easier to see by looking at what you are good at. Are you good at verbal communication, or even all communication forms you can use? Now, be honest. Just because you can talk at 300wpm, that does not make you a great or successful communicator. Assess that skill in some measured way, there are many tests, some free and online (if of a more dubious nature). Then how do you do in math? If you both can and have learned to do various levels of college based math, is it functional or did you just get a grade? Be honest. Eventually you will hit on weak spots.
While this isn't exactly considered an intellectual thing, per se, my memory is weak. I just "learn" things, I can't really memorize them. They need to become mechanical and have function or the item won't stay in memory, even short term, long enough for even classes all that well. History, at the pace of engineering courses at least, would be difficult. My interest in history isn't knowing which year Columbus landed, just having a sense of when he landed (middle ages, 14XX, give or take, is enough for me). But more, it has to do with why that is significant, what transpired before and afterward, and such. Actually, history is a collection of war stories pretty much written by the side that won, so it is dubious often. Still, exact memory is a major weakness. Most other stuff is rather easy to learn. I was "impressed" by how easy non-political courses were to take at the normal college level. That is, courses where a student's political leanings weren't used against them in scoring. Hmm, practical. I have no real skills to speak of. I probably could (and should) learn to change my own oil, and I will be learning to sharpen my saw a bit (just field level), but I don't actually own any skills in any field, or even small parts of fields. I'm learning on the fly, everything I do in my home, on my vehicle, chainsaw, or using tools. So, I guess that is a weak point. What are your weak spots?
I am finally actually enjoying adult peer relationships. Being disabled though I am a bit of a drag on real people who have schedules, families, their children's sports and such, and maybe second jobs. But I can and do enjoy getting in there, at least in smaller settings. That is new for me. Actually I think I am becoming less gifted gimped as time goes by, a reversal of the usual trend. Though finding out that my problems are heart, not head, related helps. That stigma is significant, at least in the sufferer's head though I suspect it is more than just there, and significant in society as well. Tip-toeing through tulips, beware the raging bull, and all.
Ah, went looking for a bit of music tonight. A group called Spacehog came to mind the other day. I have one of their CDs, if their name isn't printed on it. Oddly I never could remember their group name before. It just hit me a few days ago, so I looked it up. This first song was the theme song in a dream I had long ago. I, along with others, was on a space ship headed for a new planet. Earth had been destroyed, anthropomorphic indeed, but... more of the nuclear variety (although that could be called global warming and then global cooling, innit?). In my dream the song was "Violent Race", not the actual "Violet Race". Though the words, considering it is rock, a bit edgy, and alternative... fit either title. I'm still not sure the band merely got a typo of the real lyrics or the song writer decided to go a less dark seeming way with the words.
I've been looking over goth music. For the most part? It is too self-promotionally artificial for my tastes. I've found a few songs I sort of enjoy, within the darker themes of life. This next one... hits way too many chords from my life to... ignore. I found one other song I liked, different group though. This song reminds me of when I saw around the supposed mundane to the ugly nature of the beast in the men and women around me, as a child. This sin would be ignored by this one in trade for that sin for that one. And there was, is, no way out. None are free. The contortions, lust, gluttony, sloth, and such on display... cuts to my bones... soul. The rot so often just under the surface, so often and easily viewed, sometimes simply flaunted... I do believe, however, that there can be a slightly better life, here, now. With work, honesty, love. Won't be perfect, ever, here, but... This song doesn't represent how it has to be or the only truth, just one I saw. Here are the lyrics, give or take. If you watch the last scenes closely you will see the horror I sometimes could see and sometimes would not as a child, but now see all too clearly. The horror of one's own truths.
This is an old song, for me. While I believed myself to be ill from mind it fit more. Still, there are... truths for me in it yet. For those of you who can't quite understand the words. No, I understand. Some music I just get, some I can't understand a single word. For my part, exchange war with warm, when he says, "There is now way that anyone will ever, make me
Well, that's it. Good night for sure. Or... mostly for certain. Or... if I don't write later. Sleep well.
A bit going on.
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I've cleared one small area in my bedroom and then made something to eat. Beans and hamburger with a mix of spices I would call masala more than anything else was for dinner. A teaspoon (or more) of my hotter than hot cayenne, cumin, ginger, and all spice, a half a teaspoon of tarragon and garlic, and a half tablespoon of salt, into the meat while cooking, add beans to heat, throw in some shredded cheddar, a tablespoon of sour cream, butter some bread, and call it heavenly. Well, my tastes may be simple or strange. Actually, romaine lettuce could have been (and might yet be) good shredded and mixed in. Or even kale, parboiled then added while I reheat remainders. I do like greens, often, it's just that they are one more hassle to the meal. Meat! Then, other stuff, maybe. It's just the way I am.
I have to be careful at this point. I may actually need another day of rest. On the other hand, if I rest another day it could turn into a week. But maybe I need a week to actually recover. Science, medicinal forms of it, don't help me here. It is easy to ignore need, it might be also that I am attending need to far into a form of want. I have no real idea about my body. It's still physically sore. I am still lagging with energy. If I stay down I can get stuck there. If I run, I may stumble and fall even harder. I really don't have any way of knowing. My personal history has shown that both can be true, I simply don't have a means of deciding which is which. So, I'm probably going to try to go forward, but in a slightly lower gear. A few tasks, some rest, recheck status. If doing well, another set of tasks. No more than three task sets a day, and tending to food and basic necessities on the side. I'll know in a few days.
Tomorrow will see me into town. I would like to look for a water heater locally. The lowest I have seen them priced is about $285. I don't think I want to go minimum. Then again, I don't want to go maximal (at $1200, some duel fuel, mostly electric, supposedly green, garbage). A nice tweener, say $350 to $450? It depends on what I pull out of the salesmen. I'll look at whatever stores might have them locally and get as many points, counter points, and do some research based on that. Who knows, perhaps the cheaper ones are better (or all that will fit). I do have to consider size. After doing shopping on that topic, decide or not right tomorrow, I will, weather allowing, see if my friend wants to do some shooting. He needs to unload a couple thousand rounds... so he can reload more! Not all tomorrow. Still, we best get going on that.
I had someone from the census show up today. I have great doubts about some things. Yes, I know the census is legal. I just don't believe they should be doing census work other than on the decades. So, I want to know who arranged this, and why. I want to check some things out. And, as I told her, regardless, I will not be giving much detailed information, if I even need to actually be doing this. *dubious glare* I stalled saying I had things to do, and actually, I do, just not what I told her. Oh, right, I may not be available for a call tomorrow anyway. How much do you think they will really razz a truly disabled vet? Probably more than most, to be honest.
I think I will try one more work period tonight, then try to hang up the spurs a bit earlier. The goal is to be out of bed by 8:00 tomorrow. Shower, shave, dress, and head to town by 10:00 to kick out shopping by 13:00 or 14:00. That means being to bed by no later than midnight, preferably earlier to bed as sleep has been occasionally taking more than seven or eight hours. By then I will know if shooting is on the menu. Best take several guns then, ammo, and maybe a target or three. Later, or good night.
.
I've cleared one small area in my bedroom and then made something to eat. Beans and hamburger with a mix of spices I would call masala more than anything else was for dinner. A teaspoon (or more) of my hotter than hot cayenne, cumin, ginger, and all spice, a half a teaspoon of tarragon and garlic, and a half tablespoon of salt, into the meat while cooking, add beans to heat, throw in some shredded cheddar, a tablespoon of sour cream, butter some bread, and call it heavenly. Well, my tastes may be simple or strange. Actually, romaine lettuce could have been (and might yet be) good shredded and mixed in. Or even kale, parboiled then added while I reheat remainders. I do like greens, often, it's just that they are one more hassle to the meal. Meat! Then, other stuff, maybe. It's just the way I am.
I have to be careful at this point. I may actually need another day of rest. On the other hand, if I rest another day it could turn into a week. But maybe I need a week to actually recover. Science, medicinal forms of it, don't help me here. It is easy to ignore need, it might be also that I am attending need to far into a form of want. I have no real idea about my body. It's still physically sore. I am still lagging with energy. If I stay down I can get stuck there. If I run, I may stumble and fall even harder. I really don't have any way of knowing. My personal history has shown that both can be true, I simply don't have a means of deciding which is which. So, I'm probably going to try to go forward, but in a slightly lower gear. A few tasks, some rest, recheck status. If doing well, another set of tasks. No more than three task sets a day, and tending to food and basic necessities on the side. I'll know in a few days.
Tomorrow will see me into town. I would like to look for a water heater locally. The lowest I have seen them priced is about $285. I don't think I want to go minimum. Then again, I don't want to go maximal (at $1200, some duel fuel, mostly electric, supposedly green, garbage). A nice tweener, say $350 to $450? It depends on what I pull out of the salesmen. I'll look at whatever stores might have them locally and get as many points, counter points, and do some research based on that. Who knows, perhaps the cheaper ones are better (or all that will fit). I do have to consider size. After doing shopping on that topic, decide or not right tomorrow, I will, weather allowing, see if my friend wants to do some shooting. He needs to unload a couple thousand rounds... so he can reload more! Not all tomorrow. Still, we best get going on that.
I had someone from the census show up today. I have great doubts about some things. Yes, I know the census is legal. I just don't believe they should be doing census work other than on the decades. So, I want to know who arranged this, and why. I want to check some things out. And, as I told her, regardless, I will not be giving much detailed information, if I even need to actually be doing this. *dubious glare* I stalled saying I had things to do, and actually, I do, just not what I told her. Oh, right, I may not be available for a call tomorrow anyway. How much do you think they will really razz a truly disabled vet? Probably more than most, to be honest.
I think I will try one more work period tonight, then try to hang up the spurs a bit earlier. The goal is to be out of bed by 8:00 tomorrow. Shower, shave, dress, and head to town by 10:00 to kick out shopping by 13:00 or 14:00. That means being to bed by no later than midnight, preferably earlier to bed as sleep has been occasionally taking more than seven or eight hours. By then I will know if shooting is on the menu. Best take several guns then, ammo, and maybe a target or three. Later, or good night.
Down late, up late. Of course.
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Doing little makes getting to sleep difficult. It doesn't matter if I have much choice in whether to be active or not. There are other factors, at times. Too much on the mind, even too much physical activity, among other things, can make sleep difficult to impossible. I needed the bodily rest, and still do. Today is another day of rest. On the good side, my body is coming around to health again. The soreness, for which I have not taken pain killers, is easing. I decided against even minor pain killers so I could better track my healing and so that I wouldn't feel better and begin overreaching. I have to be cautious right now. I can break, easily. I couldn't fall asleep until... 3:00 or so? And I didn't wake until 10:00, which seems about right if off kilter a bit for a true day schedule. All good, mostly.
What to do next? My plans were to sweat the pipes today or tomorrow. After measuring the space for the water heater, then looking over a number of water heater replacements, I may be wise to hold off sweating until I find one. First, it has to be no more than 19" in diameter. All of the water heaters I have seen in that diameter are taller than the water heater I will be replacing, by eight to twelve inches. Until I decide on a model, one I can take from the store as shipping seems to have serious problems, but more actually get it home and set it in there, it doesn't behoove me to do much with the pipes. Hmm, though I could remove the valve and add the union there and cap that for now, to at least get cold water into my on-suite, for toiletry use. Any real adjustments will have to come after installation.
So, I suppose, clearing out the bathroom, my bedroom, and my living room, might be the next jobs of any real significance. And, actually, I am excited to get to them, if I know they won't be fast, clean, or easy jobs, any of them alone let alone as a group. Still, that is what I have on my plate. I may have found a place to leave my water heater and earlier than mid-May at town clean-up. I may look for a couple of furniture sliders for my dresser today, do a bit of cooking finally, and tend to some of the smaller things in the rooms to be cleared. Just to get me back into the groove. But I am not going to push it. My muscles are all still a bit stiff and sore. Not just arms, but legs, ribs, back, neck, and such. I did push, for my condition, for having been laid up for a number of months, this last week and a half.
But it is nearing summer! This year I think I can get around to using the warmer parts of spring and summer to get out a bit more. I now have a functional bike, a swim pass, hiking ideas with my gear bags set up save for a few things I will take care of along the way, and some home jobs I have the tools and parts to do. I am also more functional to neighbors and my Church. I am at least a bit more of a known entity. No promises, I can't do that. Just... the potential has never been this high. Everything is in place for a real new beginning. The pain I am suffering is just a first good step, as I see things. And, in a way, this pain shows more promise than anything, in some odd ways. Don't fear the reaper, but don't fear digging in and living as fully as you can, either?
Have a good day!
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Doing little makes getting to sleep difficult. It doesn't matter if I have much choice in whether to be active or not. There are other factors, at times. Too much on the mind, even too much physical activity, among other things, can make sleep difficult to impossible. I needed the bodily rest, and still do. Today is another day of rest. On the good side, my body is coming around to health again. The soreness, for which I have not taken pain killers, is easing. I decided against even minor pain killers so I could better track my healing and so that I wouldn't feel better and begin overreaching. I have to be cautious right now. I can break, easily. I couldn't fall asleep until... 3:00 or so? And I didn't wake until 10:00, which seems about right if off kilter a bit for a true day schedule. All good, mostly.
What to do next? My plans were to sweat the pipes today or tomorrow. After measuring the space for the water heater, then looking over a number of water heater replacements, I may be wise to hold off sweating until I find one. First, it has to be no more than 19" in diameter. All of the water heaters I have seen in that diameter are taller than the water heater I will be replacing, by eight to twelve inches. Until I decide on a model, one I can take from the store as shipping seems to have serious problems, but more actually get it home and set it in there, it doesn't behoove me to do much with the pipes. Hmm, though I could remove the valve and add the union there and cap that for now, to at least get cold water into my on-suite, for toiletry use. Any real adjustments will have to come after installation.
So, I suppose, clearing out the bathroom, my bedroom, and my living room, might be the next jobs of any real significance. And, actually, I am excited to get to them, if I know they won't be fast, clean, or easy jobs, any of them alone let alone as a group. Still, that is what I have on my plate. I may have found a place to leave my water heater and earlier than mid-May at town clean-up. I may look for a couple of furniture sliders for my dresser today, do a bit of cooking finally, and tend to some of the smaller things in the rooms to be cleared. Just to get me back into the groove. But I am not going to push it. My muscles are all still a bit stiff and sore. Not just arms, but legs, ribs, back, neck, and such. I did push, for my condition, for having been laid up for a number of months, this last week and a half.
But it is nearing summer! This year I think I can get around to using the warmer parts of spring and summer to get out a bit more. I now have a functional bike, a swim pass, hiking ideas with my gear bags set up save for a few things I will take care of along the way, and some home jobs I have the tools and parts to do. I am also more functional to neighbors and my Church. I am at least a bit more of a known entity. No promises, I can't do that. Just... the potential has never been this high. Everything is in place for a real new beginning. The pain I am suffering is just a first good step, as I see things. And, in a way, this pain shows more promise than anything, in some odd ways. Don't fear the reaper, but don't fear digging in and living as fully as you can, either?
Have a good day!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Oh?
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I was informed that I am indeed a mean man. It seems I do have female readers here, from time to time, some I didn't know about. Something about something about mistreating or enjoying the suffering of women. So, rather than respond privately, I thought I would do it here in hopes she might respond here, where I prefer these things to be settled.
First, a woman who isn't mine should have no expectation from me for intimate kindness. Especially one I was neither chasing nor covertly or overtly attending or wooing. Since, of course, it is illegal and immoral to marry one's kin, a woman will become my blood by bleeding for me. Just, setting that straight. At which time I will give concessions, offer certain kindnesses, turn a blind eye to some of her faults, and bleed for her. Until such an arrangement is assigned, any woman is a stranger in the war of the sexes and in the battles of love. I feel no more sympathy for a fallen opponent in love than I do for a fallen enemy soldier. Period.
Well, actually, that about sums it up. Mostly. Though I should add, even if I have taken a woman as mine I will not completely or always shield her, specifically from the truth, from reality. I need a partner, and a woman partner can be allowed to be no more blind than a warrior partner. Now, with a woman, getting her up to speed may take longer (and never be fully successful), but that will go forward. And I might feel the need to soften the edges, which I have done to within my capacity. But she will have to understand the way life and death work. Further, we aren't always going to agree. To be honest, for women, biologically, it doesn't matter who the victor is. Her body simply wants to have it's needs and wants met. That is completely contrary to men, and how we think, and how our bodies work. Still, we can, and probably have to get on enough similar pages, if the thing is to work.
I guess I am saying life isn't kind, nor can I always be, nor should I be at times. But I will do, for my woman, what I can to bring her up to the speed of real life as gently as possible in the time allotted.
If you want to know cruel... I had a friend who courted a woman, a woman who really had quit 'all that'. He chased her for two years. Then he dated her for another three. Then he just ended it. He admitted he had no reason to end the relationship. She was a good woman. He was simply done. I... don't chase what I don't intend to catch and keep, not that I always catch and obviously don't always keep. But there were real reasons for not keeping, and women know they can't always be caught. That's just life. Still, what he did was truly cruel, if not unusual. Especially in this age where women claim equality and then wonder why that doesn't work. So, I don't even mind that so much. My guess, he realized how... dangerous it is to marry a women these days, he just never discussed that part of it. Men hate admitting that we are up against an impossible situation, more so in the secular world. Then again, even many churches are quite secular these days.
Now, if you have more to say on the matter, say it here. I think you can do it anonymously. Bleh...
Or... put into very few words... yeah, sure, I'm an S.O.B. But if I am your S.O.B., know which side of that to be on and you will enjoy sunshine and roses all the live long day. If you get bored with that, I'm always up for digging out some of the thorns or dressing those sunburns too. HrumpH!
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I was informed that I am indeed a mean man. It seems I do have female readers here, from time to time, some I didn't know about. Something about something about mistreating or enjoying the suffering of women. So, rather than respond privately, I thought I would do it here in hopes she might respond here, where I prefer these things to be settled.
First, a woman who isn't mine should have no expectation from me for intimate kindness. Especially one I was neither chasing nor covertly or overtly attending or wooing. Since, of course, it is illegal and immoral to marry one's kin, a woman will become my blood by bleeding for me. Just, setting that straight. At which time I will give concessions, offer certain kindnesses, turn a blind eye to some of her faults, and bleed for her. Until such an arrangement is assigned, any woman is a stranger in the war of the sexes and in the battles of love. I feel no more sympathy for a fallen opponent in love than I do for a fallen enemy soldier. Period.
Well, actually, that about sums it up. Mostly. Though I should add, even if I have taken a woman as mine I will not completely or always shield her, specifically from the truth, from reality. I need a partner, and a woman partner can be allowed to be no more blind than a warrior partner. Now, with a woman, getting her up to speed may take longer (and never be fully successful), but that will go forward. And I might feel the need to soften the edges, which I have done to within my capacity. But she will have to understand the way life and death work. Further, we aren't always going to agree. To be honest, for women, biologically, it doesn't matter who the victor is. Her body simply wants to have it's needs and wants met. That is completely contrary to men, and how we think, and how our bodies work. Still, we can, and probably have to get on enough similar pages, if the thing is to work.
I guess I am saying life isn't kind, nor can I always be, nor should I be at times. But I will do, for my woman, what I can to bring her up to the speed of real life as gently as possible in the time allotted.
If you want to know cruel... I had a friend who courted a woman, a woman who really had quit 'all that'. He chased her for two years. Then he dated her for another three. Then he just ended it. He admitted he had no reason to end the relationship. She was a good woman. He was simply done. I... don't chase what I don't intend to catch and keep, not that I always catch and obviously don't always keep. But there were real reasons for not keeping, and women know they can't always be caught. That's just life. Still, what he did was truly cruel, if not unusual. Especially in this age where women claim equality and then wonder why that doesn't work. So, I don't even mind that so much. My guess, he realized how... dangerous it is to marry a women these days, he just never discussed that part of it. Men hate admitting that we are up against an impossible situation, more so in the secular world. Then again, even many churches are quite secular these days.
Now, if you have more to say on the matter, say it here. I think you can do it anonymously. Bleh...
Or... put into very few words... yeah, sure, I'm an S.O.B. But if I am your S.O.B., know which side of that to be on and you will enjoy sunshine and roses all the live long day. If you get bored with that, I'm always up for digging out some of the thorns or dressing those sunburns too. HrumpH!
Oh, ouch.
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Today is an odd day. I feel worse than I did yesterday and yet it feels like I am getting better. I couldn't rise at 8:00. I kept... checking. I reset the alarm a few times, tried the snooze button a time or two, finally stumbling out of bed at a little after 11:00. It is what I can do. The good news, in my opinion, is that shooting is off for today. It is raining, and has been, all morning. Beside making things too wet, it makes them too cold even if it stopped raining right now, I do believe.
I won't be doing much today. Perhaps cooking some hamburger and beans into a sloppy delicious pile of goop. Goofing on the computer and PS3 seems to kill time mostly effortlessly. And, possibly, a nap later. If I ever fully wake up and I am feeling like it, I might do some pipe sweating. I don't have that much to do. The work isn't hard. It is just that I don't want to do anything without my mind and body in the right shape to think and act fast if need be. Many people don't have the luxury to think about that. For me, it isn't a luxury though either. I can fall well below what would cause many people to be sleeping and yet not be asleep. I have to take care not to try to do some things while in that state. My guess is the reason I chat so much, aside from not seeing people very often, is that I am nearly half asleep most of the time. It loosens the tongue like drink and flirtation can.
Anyway, I'll see what I can get done. If that ends up just being to rest, so be it. I'll do fine, I believe, once I get my feet back under me. I've had a great run as spring heads toward summer. I get the sense I will get back to it before long at all. Hmm, maybe a bit of aspirin though, for the aches. I saw this coming days ago, but... sort of had to ignore it, and could, for a while. And a minor case of it might have been part of what caused me to crash last Wednesday, iirc. No pain, no gain.
Blathering. Still not awake, I see. Later.
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Today is an odd day. I feel worse than I did yesterday and yet it feels like I am getting better. I couldn't rise at 8:00. I kept... checking. I reset the alarm a few times, tried the snooze button a time or two, finally stumbling out of bed at a little after 11:00. It is what I can do. The good news, in my opinion, is that shooting is off for today. It is raining, and has been, all morning. Beside making things too wet, it makes them too cold even if it stopped raining right now, I do believe.
I won't be doing much today. Perhaps cooking some hamburger and beans into a sloppy delicious pile of goop. Goofing on the computer and PS3 seems to kill time mostly effortlessly. And, possibly, a nap later. If I ever fully wake up and I am feeling like it, I might do some pipe sweating. I don't have that much to do. The work isn't hard. It is just that I don't want to do anything without my mind and body in the right shape to think and act fast if need be. Many people don't have the luxury to think about that. For me, it isn't a luxury though either. I can fall well below what would cause many people to be sleeping and yet not be asleep. I have to take care not to try to do some things while in that state. My guess is the reason I chat so much, aside from not seeing people very often, is that I am nearly half asleep most of the time. It loosens the tongue like drink and flirtation can.
Anyway, I'll see what I can get done. If that ends up just being to rest, so be it. I'll do fine, I believe, once I get my feet back under me. I've had a great run as spring heads toward summer. I get the sense I will get back to it before long at all. Hmm, maybe a bit of aspirin though, for the aches. I saw this coming days ago, but... sort of had to ignore it, and could, for a while. And a minor case of it might have been part of what caused me to crash last Wednesday, iirc. No pain, no gain.
Blathering. Still not awake, I see. Later.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Bedtime, finally.
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I am, definitely, going to be slowing down the next few days. I have promised to take my friend shooting, then on to the big meal we had planned the day before but missed. When you get top-dog food in your head, it's difficult to just walk away. It's not like either of us eats there all that often.
Even just sitting in my chair was a bit rough tonight. Sore indeed. Just from occasionally resting on the arm rests my left arm began to develop a red sore spot. Blood just isn't moving well right now I suspect. I would like to say it's all going to my brain, but... I'm doubting that. *smirk* And, it is reasonable, that just this much activity of late has truly pressed my stamina to it's current limits. No worries, a few days of R&R and I think I'll be back to it. More so if the sun comes out. It really does seem to help.
I am thinking about the water heater problem. A new tank, which would allow a simple switch without the headache or possible expense of everything involved with installing everything from new wiring and switches to possibly upgrading the whole electrical panel. And yet the tankless system would allow much more room in the bathroom itself, and possibly a wise review of my electrical system while that goes forward. It does depend on price, to a degree. And ease to a degree. I need to get a plumber/electrician out and get some quotes. I would prefer the tankless enough that I would pay a decent amount more than I'd pay for another tank, but I do have hardcap limits and softer limits. I need to make a call or three tomorrow, something I think I can do. No rush order, with the rest of my home water on. And, just seeking quotes, so I hope not to have a nickel out of pocket for that part. Though, who knows anymore? Well, I suppose I will stay up just a bit longer to see if I can find anything more sure about this particular tankless water heater before committing. It's a Titan SCR2 Model N120. Oops, looks like I best go with a new tank water heater. This thing only heats water... 5 degrees.
I will go ahead and do some brazing though. If for no other reason than for simple practice. I am almost certain I see more soldering in my future. Simpler projects, perhaps. Changing out a valve here, redirecting water line there, perhaps adding something over there. Little things I can do within the scope of my abilities, now that water connections and shutoffs are become known to me.
Sleep should be sweet. Maybe I'll just have one of those good dreams about women. Almost all exclusively non-erotic, if all with a hint of sexuality... I suppose more the way grown-ups, I had thought, actually thought of the interplay between men and women. Who would have guessed that my preferred way of thinking of women, awake or in dreams, is more a fantasy people discuss than a reality on the ground. Maybe things have changed with porn becoming so prevalent (and me not participating as a consumer of such)? Don't know. But I like my quaint little ways, if I am considered a rat-bastard by some women for other reasons. Heh! Some still like me, though, too. I hope!
Good night.
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I am, definitely, going to be slowing down the next few days. I have promised to take my friend shooting, then on to the big meal we had planned the day before but missed. When you get top-dog food in your head, it's difficult to just walk away. It's not like either of us eats there all that often.
Even just sitting in my chair was a bit rough tonight. Sore indeed. Just from occasionally resting on the arm rests my left arm began to develop a red sore spot. Blood just isn't moving well right now I suspect. I would like to say it's all going to my brain, but... I'm doubting that. *smirk* And, it is reasonable, that just this much activity of late has truly pressed my stamina to it's current limits. No worries, a few days of R&R and I think I'll be back to it. More so if the sun comes out. It really does seem to help.
I am thinking about the water heater problem. A new tank, which would allow a simple switch without the headache or possible expense of everything involved with installing everything from new wiring and switches to possibly upgrading the whole electrical panel. And yet the tankless system would allow much more room in the bathroom itself, and possibly a wise review of my electrical system while that goes forward. It does depend on price, to a degree. And ease to a degree. I need to get a plumber/electrician out and get some quotes. I would prefer the tankless enough that I would pay a decent amount more than I'd pay for another tank, but I do have hardcap limits and softer limits. I need to make a call or three tomorrow, something I think I can do. No rush order, with the rest of my home water on. And, just seeking quotes, so I hope not to have a nickel out of pocket for that part. Though, who knows anymore? Well, I suppose I will stay up just a bit longer to see if I can find anything more sure about this particular tankless water heater before committing. It's a Titan SCR2 Model N120. Oops, looks like I best go with a new tank water heater. This thing only heats water... 5 degrees.
I will go ahead and do some brazing though. If for no other reason than for simple practice. I am almost certain I see more soldering in my future. Simpler projects, perhaps. Changing out a valve here, redirecting water line there, perhaps adding something over there. Little things I can do within the scope of my abilities, now that water connections and shutoffs are become known to me.
Sleep should be sweet. Maybe I'll just have one of those good dreams about women. Almost all exclusively non-erotic, if all with a hint of sexuality... I suppose more the way grown-ups, I had thought, actually thought of the interplay between men and women. Who would have guessed that my preferred way of thinking of women, awake or in dreams, is more a fantasy people discuss than a reality on the ground. Maybe things have changed with porn becoming so prevalent (and me not participating as a consumer of such)? Don't know. But I like my quaint little ways, if I am considered a rat-bastard by some women for other reasons. Heh! Some still like me, though, too. I hope!
Good night.
Oh well.
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I wrote that bit about napping, and then tinkered for a few moments. Or, what I thought was a few moments. When I went in to lay down I saw that it was 17:00, a bit late for a nap. Two hours or less would not work at this point. On the good side I think, if I am rather frugal with activity, at this point, I think I can make a hard landing at 20:00 to 22:00. Perhaps I won't be too overly tired to sleep, or sleep well. The rest of today is shot. I won't complain though. I received a favor and some good morning company. I got in and bought the right parts for the rest of the job as I see things (even if a plumber undoes everything I am about to do). And I did a favor for a friend, and stayed long enough to talk a bit. Yeah, I should see my friend more often, get him to places where he can just enjoy... maybe the public parks around town, or his home town parks.
Anyway, that is that. And, whenever it is that I am back to things, I can deal with my tasks. I told my friend we would go shooting, then to Madox, tomorrow. Which means, if I am up to it, I have a bit of time in the morning. My alarm is set for 8:00, but if I get to bed early enough, and the sun is shining, I might find a way to wake earlier, wake more fully, and get to things. I am not counting on that. My .45 and a box or two of ammo, my .22 Henry, and whatever he is bringing should make for a decent day of undoing some of the winter target shooting rust. I am going to try the bison steaks at Madox. Or is it Maddox? Anyway. They have raised their bison, or so I am of the understanding, for a very long time, as with their beef. When you breed your own meat over decades you can get a very distinct taste. Their beef has it, perhaps their bison does too? I'll find out.
I am sometimes still amazed at how fast time travels and how little I get done in that time. It's been this way since I became disabled, so you would think I would understand it by now. Even when people are around me, they notice how time can fly with me. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing but I know it surprises people. And... makes them consider if they really want to stop in. I'm a people trap with a time warp attached, or... something.
Well, on to goofing to try and stay awake until lights out. I'll bid you an early good night at well. Boy am I anticipating sleep though. Good night.
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I wrote that bit about napping, and then tinkered for a few moments. Or, what I thought was a few moments. When I went in to lay down I saw that it was 17:00, a bit late for a nap. Two hours or less would not work at this point. On the good side I think, if I am rather frugal with activity, at this point, I think I can make a hard landing at 20:00 to 22:00. Perhaps I won't be too overly tired to sleep, or sleep well. The rest of today is shot. I won't complain though. I received a favor and some good morning company. I got in and bought the right parts for the rest of the job as I see things (even if a plumber undoes everything I am about to do). And I did a favor for a friend, and stayed long enough to talk a bit. Yeah, I should see my friend more often, get him to places where he can just enjoy... maybe the public parks around town, or his home town parks.
Anyway, that is that. And, whenever it is that I am back to things, I can deal with my tasks. I told my friend we would go shooting, then to Madox, tomorrow. Which means, if I am up to it, I have a bit of time in the morning. My alarm is set for 8:00, but if I get to bed early enough, and the sun is shining, I might find a way to wake earlier, wake more fully, and get to things. I am not counting on that. My .45 and a box or two of ammo, my .22 Henry, and whatever he is bringing should make for a decent day of undoing some of the winter target shooting rust. I am going to try the bison steaks at Madox. Or is it Maddox? Anyway. They have raised their bison, or so I am of the understanding, for a very long time, as with their beef. When you breed your own meat over decades you can get a very distinct taste. Their beef has it, perhaps their bison does too? I'll find out.
I am sometimes still amazed at how fast time travels and how little I get done in that time. It's been this way since I became disabled, so you would think I would understand it by now. Even when people are around me, they notice how time can fly with me. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing but I know it surprises people. And... makes them consider if they really want to stop in. I'm a people trap with a time warp attached, or... something.
Well, on to goofing to try and stay awake until lights out. I'll bid you an early good night at well. Boy am I anticipating sleep though. Good night.
Nap.
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I was doing good, got up and going this morning, and was... waking up a bit when I got back home. I realized that I was in trouble then. All of my muscles ache a bit, along with a minor headache. It's nothing serious, but it was calling me back to bed. Whether this is from my heart, or simply because my muscles have been used more in the last week than in the last six months, I simply can't say. It has to be tended though. I knew that going back to bed that early would very possibly shift my day schedule. Just as taking a nap too late will. But not taking a nap, when it is needed, at the right time, can be just as problematic. A delayed or ignored nap can increase insomnia issues or even lead to a nearly systemic failure that stretches days, weeks, and longer.
I decided a trip to town, to get the correct size valve and a couple of elbows and pipe for the half inch pipe side might keep me going just long enough to have a proper rest. I also took some things in to my friend, I forgot the 9 mm cases when I took the rest of his purchases into his apartment. I grabbed a bite to eat on the way home, just... well, food helps all ailments.
Yep, it's time for the nap. I often hope, and sometimes it works, that I can outlast the need for a nap. They are risky procedures for me. At least this one, this time, I have... just about set up for the best chances for an optimal outcome. It is, quite often, all I can do. I can't change the chances, alter my state of being, or anything but do my best to mitigate risks.
Oh, I think I saw someone who may have read my post here. I just got a sense that, perhaps, my notions on heartbreaking were considered... braggadocios. The thing is I have already broken one heart, and recently. A woman, tall, about my age... I think she thought she had a chance. I hadn't seen her in a while, but recently bumped into her. Her words, mostly, were pleasant. But the venom dripping from her lips was not to be confused with anything but... hatred? anger? A woman scorned type of stuff. She must have heard that I am only looking for woman able and willing to bear children, and never before married at that. Oh, unmistakable. Is it wrong to... enjoy that? I suppose from their perspective my entertainment is pure evil. I've tasted that poison many times and it's almost as good as sex, to me. Well, I do stretch it a bit, but it is in the top tiers of my enjoyment. So, yes, I will break hearts. Just... so you know.
Nap time!
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I was doing good, got up and going this morning, and was... waking up a bit when I got back home. I realized that I was in trouble then. All of my muscles ache a bit, along with a minor headache. It's nothing serious, but it was calling me back to bed. Whether this is from my heart, or simply because my muscles have been used more in the last week than in the last six months, I simply can't say. It has to be tended though. I knew that going back to bed that early would very possibly shift my day schedule. Just as taking a nap too late will. But not taking a nap, when it is needed, at the right time, can be just as problematic. A delayed or ignored nap can increase insomnia issues or even lead to a nearly systemic failure that stretches days, weeks, and longer.
I decided a trip to town, to get the correct size valve and a couple of elbows and pipe for the half inch pipe side might keep me going just long enough to have a proper rest. I also took some things in to my friend, I forgot the 9 mm cases when I took the rest of his purchases into his apartment. I grabbed a bite to eat on the way home, just... well, food helps all ailments.
Yep, it's time for the nap. I often hope, and sometimes it works, that I can outlast the need for a nap. They are risky procedures for me. At least this one, this time, I have... just about set up for the best chances for an optimal outcome. It is, quite often, all I can do. I can't change the chances, alter my state of being, or anything but do my best to mitigate risks.
Oh, I think I saw someone who may have read my post here. I just got a sense that, perhaps, my notions on heartbreaking were considered... braggadocios. The thing is I have already broken one heart, and recently. A woman, tall, about my age... I think she thought she had a chance. I hadn't seen her in a while, but recently bumped into her. Her words, mostly, were pleasant. But the venom dripping from her lips was not to be confused with anything but... hatred? anger? A woman scorned type of stuff. She must have heard that I am only looking for woman able and willing to bear children, and never before married at that. Oh, unmistakable. Is it wrong to... enjoy that? I suppose from their perspective my entertainment is pure evil. I've tasted that poison many times and it's almost as good as sex, to me. Well, I do stretch it a bit, but it is in the top tiers of my enjoyment. So, yes, I will break hearts. Just... so you know.
Nap time!
Success right through failure.
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I had my alarm set for 6:00. And I heard it, got up, hit snooze a couple of times. Then I had to reset it as I just wasn't ready. A few more snoozes, another reset, then a bit more snoozing, and I was up! Heh. It was a quarter to 8:00, give or take. Still, I wanted to get a shower in, dress, and see if I would get the chance to see the show. It turns out I got lucky on two counts. They would have finished last night but they ran short on seed. And finally, perhaps like me, and with the clouds and cool rather than a bright sunny morning, they were running just a little later. Or, maybe, they were stalling to see if this dolt would get off his hump and be there? Could be. In any case, I made it there before the Mr. returned with the grain. The Mrs. talked for just a bit, then she had things to do.
Those horses are big, plugs they might be called. A bit more than a ton apiece. I led one of the critters to the harness post, cautiously. They aren't boisterous girls, or too much so, it's just that they have really big feet and the weight to match. I helped harness, to a degree. It's not that I helped all that much, probably took more time to tell me than to just do it, but... And harnessing them takes a weird sort of upper body strength. I don't have it, but I made do. Both the farmer and I are in the six foot or taller range. I could only imagine a 5'6" man hooking them up! Must have used a small ladder and some bodacious muscle. Yeah, I know there is a trick to it, but that only eases things.
I road on the body of the planter as he finished the last few rows and the corners. Quite a deal, I'll tell you. And I did a bit of rein work off the plow. That is some serious horsepower, boys and girls. I suggested, while he was plowing, that I had gone into digital hoping to find something more... sure?... than analog, human, or animal. What I found was sorely lacking compared to my expectations, or hopes really. While I don't completely deny that digital and electronics have a place, and I am still interested, I have come more full circle in many ways. Respecting, and even enjoying, analog, animal, and more importantly human interfaces. I did have a few questions too. But I tried to keep chat brief and more pointed. He might well have thought I was talking full speed though? I... can talk if nothing else.
So, I did it. And I am quite grateful for it. Who knows how much time I really have left, though I think plenty. Still, that is one thing on my checklist. One I never really thought would get checked. Oh, and I realize I probably don't need a plug to ride. Though a typical horse won't do either. We'll see if that one ever gets checked. You never know. It is good to know what my grandfather did for so many years, and to see how it is done, and all. Yeah, it is impressive. I couldn't love him more, but I... can add levels of respect.
I shouldn't need a break, but I do. A few hours of tinkering until I can get going on the soldering. Oh, right, I will get the fire extinguisher out and read the directions (to make sure I remember) before beginning the brazing as well. I don't expect that taking off the valve will take all that long. Nor will making sure the water is out of the tank and getting that out. I have decided to put a union where the valve is, then adding a ball valve, then another union, then a cap, for now. Oh, but I need to return the too large valve for the right sized one, and take the cap in for return, and buy a couple of elbows. I need to decide where I might want the tankless water heater. In any case I will need elbows. My neighbor, the one that helped last night, seems to agree with my assessment that the ball valve is better than the standard valves for water shut-off and such. Good to have backup on notions, that's all.
The good thing about this is, if I can get this done rightly I have a shot and shoring up any plumbing problems I might find in my forays under the house this summer. Electrical is a whole other animal, but as I do the simple things with switches, figure out what goes where, and maybe do some minor electrical work with this water heater, I might be better in line to begin addressing some of that, too. This is a whole new world for me. A good one. Some people who have only known this world must look at my take on it and wonder why I would choose it. I hope some of them understand.
Have a great day.
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I had my alarm set for 6:00. And I heard it, got up, hit snooze a couple of times. Then I had to reset it as I just wasn't ready. A few more snoozes, another reset, then a bit more snoozing, and I was up! Heh. It was a quarter to 8:00, give or take. Still, I wanted to get a shower in, dress, and see if I would get the chance to see the show. It turns out I got lucky on two counts. They would have finished last night but they ran short on seed. And finally, perhaps like me, and with the clouds and cool rather than a bright sunny morning, they were running just a little later. Or, maybe, they were stalling to see if this dolt would get off his hump and be there? Could be. In any case, I made it there before the Mr. returned with the grain. The Mrs. talked for just a bit, then she had things to do.
Those horses are big, plugs they might be called. A bit more than a ton apiece. I led one of the critters to the harness post, cautiously. They aren't boisterous girls, or too much so, it's just that they have really big feet and the weight to match. I helped harness, to a degree. It's not that I helped all that much, probably took more time to tell me than to just do it, but... And harnessing them takes a weird sort of upper body strength. I don't have it, but I made do. Both the farmer and I are in the six foot or taller range. I could only imagine a 5'6" man hooking them up! Must have used a small ladder and some bodacious muscle. Yeah, I know there is a trick to it, but that only eases things.
I road on the body of the planter as he finished the last few rows and the corners. Quite a deal, I'll tell you. And I did a bit of rein work off the plow. That is some serious horsepower, boys and girls. I suggested, while he was plowing, that I had gone into digital hoping to find something more... sure?... than analog, human, or animal. What I found was sorely lacking compared to my expectations, or hopes really. While I don't completely deny that digital and electronics have a place, and I am still interested, I have come more full circle in many ways. Respecting, and even enjoying, analog, animal, and more importantly human interfaces. I did have a few questions too. But I tried to keep chat brief and more pointed. He might well have thought I was talking full speed though? I... can talk if nothing else.
So, I did it. And I am quite grateful for it. Who knows how much time I really have left, though I think plenty. Still, that is one thing on my checklist. One I never really thought would get checked. Oh, and I realize I probably don't need a plug to ride. Though a typical horse won't do either. We'll see if that one ever gets checked. You never know. It is good to know what my grandfather did for so many years, and to see how it is done, and all. Yeah, it is impressive. I couldn't love him more, but I... can add levels of respect.
I shouldn't need a break, but I do. A few hours of tinkering until I can get going on the soldering. Oh, right, I will get the fire extinguisher out and read the directions (to make sure I remember) before beginning the brazing as well. I don't expect that taking off the valve will take all that long. Nor will making sure the water is out of the tank and getting that out. I have decided to put a union where the valve is, then adding a ball valve, then another union, then a cap, for now. Oh, but I need to return the too large valve for the right sized one, and take the cap in for return, and buy a couple of elbows. I need to decide where I might want the tankless water heater. In any case I will need elbows. My neighbor, the one that helped last night, seems to agree with my assessment that the ball valve is better than the standard valves for water shut-off and such. Good to have backup on notions, that's all.
The good thing about this is, if I can get this done rightly I have a shot and shoring up any plumbing problems I might find in my forays under the house this summer. Electrical is a whole other animal, but as I do the simple things with switches, figure out what goes where, and maybe do some minor electrical work with this water heater, I might be better in line to begin addressing some of that, too. This is a whole new world for me. A good one. Some people who have only known this world must look at my take on it and wonder why I would choose it. I hope some of them understand.
Have a great day.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Yeah, a couple songs that make sense today.
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One suggestion though... The videos sort of suck. Just listen to the tunes in the background. It's the words that are important, and the rhythm et. al. that have the meat for the mental image I am trying to... develop for you.
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One suggestion though... The videos sort of suck. Just listen to the tunes in the background. It's the words that are important, and the rhythm et. al. that have the meat for the mental image I am trying to... develop for you.
I think it's working.
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Lots of things on my plate, and so far I've been, one way or another, getting through things.
I made it to pick up my friend an half hour late, as usual. The sitz-bath helped, but stretched my time. Then, on the way out, I realized the cats needed food and water, this had to be put up, the tux had to go in, the fluorescent system had to come in from the vehicle, and a dozen other things had to be done. And my mother called. Such as things go, and I don't mind any of them. My friend was just a little bent at first, but got over it with some successful shopping.
He bought 9 mm cases, .45 caes, bullets for each I believe, and a few other things. I happened to see, from where else I have looked, some good prices on new .45 cases and bought 500 myself, and some bullets. I have been looking at them online, same brand, double the cost plus shipping. I think we are getting ripped off on reloading supplies. I also got the unions and caps (and a few other) fittings that I needed, a heat shield, some extra piping of the correct size. I now have everything I need to begin sweating the pipes, taking off the valve, and whatnot.
On the way home I received a call from one of my neighbors, the one that plants with horses? They were working tonight, and will finish in the morning. I couldn't make it tonight but will be setting my alarm to get going in the morning. I really want to see how that works. Living history, and... very possibly a harrowing to most modern views but good future. When I got home I noticed that I had missed a call. Another neighbor called, probably to check to see if I had eaten. Being that it was just a short miss, I thought I would call him back. It was about food, but I told him about my water heater.
I think he misunderstood (though, the way guys talk, that is easy, heh!). In any case, he suggested he would come over in a bit. When he showed up I think he was a little surprised. He tinkered and looked and finally found two other home water shut-off valves. Only one worked for the on-suite bathroom. The valve I missed was a third valve under the sink in the on-suite bathroom. I simply didn't see it, back behind another (sink) shut-off valve. It has an odd configuration, but... It works. Took a bit of elbow grease to get it to move, and a big wrench, but it closed and well. Now, though, I have the water to the bathroom off and the rest of my home has water again! Plus, I got to flush the toilette in my on-suite, as we had water on everywhere for a couple of trials. It won't be seeing use again until I figure out the floor, water heater replacement, and such. It is great to have that extra bathroom functional without flooding, and the kitchen sink functioning. By the way, it helps a bunch to have two or three bodies to see different things at different places without having to run, flood, and such.
I have the heat shield in place. I had to, of course, cut it. And I have everything assembled in the bathroom for soldering. It is just too late and it has been too long of a day to tinker with it further tonight. I make huge mistakes when doing something while half asleep. If I can get up early tomorrow, as is the plan, and watch the planting, I will be ready to try my hand at soldering.
As for the tankless water heater? It is 220v, 54a. The current water heater is 240v, 4500 W. I think I can use the electrical wiring installed, and the switch (it was a double pull 30a, not double 20a as I remembered). The wiring seems funky though. If the color code is wrong I may pull the wires anyway, putting in correct to code wiring. It just makes it tons easier when you go to do anything else with it, me or others. Yeah, I suppose, if money is tight you do what you have to do. I just can't see, that if you can afford to do it at all that you don't (especially with the extra bathroom here) wait until you can do it right? Then again, it might be right. It just... doesn't initially look it (to me or my neighbor).
Oh, my neighbor brought over a home-made pizza! I have eaten, and twice, today. Not even that long ago. But I ate small, almost always do anymore (save at Madox, but they weren't open, Monday... doh! I knew that). So, I might just have me some pizza, set my alarm for 6:00 to give me time to shower and dress and be there by 7:00 or 8:00 (two mile drive or so, but you know me). And hope I get up. My life has become a rocket sled, comparatively. I am enjoying the heck out of it! A couple songs will follow, songs I don't have to get rid of from my lexicon of intent, mostly....
Good night.
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Lots of things on my plate, and so far I've been, one way or another, getting through things.
I made it to pick up my friend an half hour late, as usual. The sitz-bath helped, but stretched my time. Then, on the way out, I realized the cats needed food and water, this had to be put up, the tux had to go in, the fluorescent system had to come in from the vehicle, and a dozen other things had to be done. And my mother called. Such as things go, and I don't mind any of them. My friend was just a little bent at first, but got over it with some successful shopping.
He bought 9 mm cases, .45 caes, bullets for each I believe, and a few other things. I happened to see, from where else I have looked, some good prices on new .45 cases and bought 500 myself, and some bullets. I have been looking at them online, same brand, double the cost plus shipping. I think we are getting ripped off on reloading supplies. I also got the unions and caps (and a few other) fittings that I needed, a heat shield, some extra piping of the correct size. I now have everything I need to begin sweating the pipes, taking off the valve, and whatnot.
On the way home I received a call from one of my neighbors, the one that plants with horses? They were working tonight, and will finish in the morning. I couldn't make it tonight but will be setting my alarm to get going in the morning. I really want to see how that works. Living history, and... very possibly a harrowing to most modern views but good future. When I got home I noticed that I had missed a call. Another neighbor called, probably to check to see if I had eaten. Being that it was just a short miss, I thought I would call him back. It was about food, but I told him about my water heater.
I think he misunderstood (though, the way guys talk, that is easy, heh!). In any case, he suggested he would come over in a bit. When he showed up I think he was a little surprised. He tinkered and looked and finally found two other home water shut-off valves. Only one worked for the on-suite bathroom. The valve I missed was a third valve under the sink in the on-suite bathroom. I simply didn't see it, back behind another (sink) shut-off valve. It has an odd configuration, but... It works. Took a bit of elbow grease to get it to move, and a big wrench, but it closed and well. Now, though, I have the water to the bathroom off and the rest of my home has water again! Plus, I got to flush the toilette in my on-suite, as we had water on everywhere for a couple of trials. It won't be seeing use again until I figure out the floor, water heater replacement, and such. It is great to have that extra bathroom functional without flooding, and the kitchen sink functioning. By the way, it helps a bunch to have two or three bodies to see different things at different places without having to run, flood, and such.
I have the heat shield in place. I had to, of course, cut it. And I have everything assembled in the bathroom for soldering. It is just too late and it has been too long of a day to tinker with it further tonight. I make huge mistakes when doing something while half asleep. If I can get up early tomorrow, as is the plan, and watch the planting, I will be ready to try my hand at soldering.
As for the tankless water heater? It is 220v, 54a. The current water heater is 240v, 4500 W. I think I can use the electrical wiring installed, and the switch (it was a double pull 30a, not double 20a as I remembered). The wiring seems funky though. If the color code is wrong I may pull the wires anyway, putting in correct to code wiring. It just makes it tons easier when you go to do anything else with it, me or others. Yeah, I suppose, if money is tight you do what you have to do. I just can't see, that if you can afford to do it at all that you don't (especially with the extra bathroom here) wait until you can do it right? Then again, it might be right. It just... doesn't initially look it (to me or my neighbor).
Oh, my neighbor brought over a home-made pizza! I have eaten, and twice, today. Not even that long ago. But I ate small, almost always do anymore (save at Madox, but they weren't open, Monday... doh! I knew that). So, I might just have me some pizza, set my alarm for 6:00 to give me time to shower and dress and be there by 7:00 or 8:00 (two mile drive or so, but you know me). And hope I get up. My life has become a rocket sled, comparatively. I am enjoying the heck out of it! A couple songs will follow, songs I don't have to get rid of from my lexicon of intent, mostly....
Good night.
Up late.
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No, I set my alarm clock for 9:00. Rolling out of bed around 10:30 after a couple of long days and a late bedtime didn't bother me too much. Still, I wanted to figure out why, in my better health, I didn't even remember hearing the alarm. Ah, set the alarm for "9:00" all right, 21:00 that is. I was pretty tired when I set the alarm.
D.C. has been passing suggestions and I have been digging into them. A bit of research to know as much about what he is suggesting. A bit of looking at my problems, and I think I have a plan. Fittings can probably be purchased anywhere, but at least one item is not available locally from what I saw. Thankfully I will be traveling today on other affairs, but that should put me in a place where the rarer item is available.
It looks like the whoever built the system had some of D.C.'s notions in mind, but the application of it wasn't the best. They made the water heater itself easy enough to switch out, but left no room for a faulty valve and excluded it from the ease of change design. The hot water side of things will be a simple thing to remove, with a union on that side. The cold water inlet side will make it easy to remove the water heater itself. But the valve will take... well... there are several ways to work with that. I may end up needing to take out some dry wall, add some pipe length through the wall... or cut the valve off the incoming water pipe as close to the valve as possible and work with a very little bit of pipe to try and put on a union there. A heat shield is absolutely required there.
I don't think I have dug down to my nest-egg basics, yet. But I have to be getting close. If it weren't for food coming in, I couldn't be doing what I am doing though. Even the techno-plumb-electro-knight I am trying to become crawls on his stomach. I am having trouble keeping up with the work, dealing with all the food would really add difficulty. I'm honestly not sure how D.C. does it, though I think there are sacrifices that aren't discussed. That's all I'm saying. A woman would be a great auxiliary to these affairs, so long as she was on-board to doing them. A woman, when she is 'agin' whatever you doing, sometimes even indifferent, makes a fairly hefty anchor, even if she is the tiniest of womenfolk. I've towed a few anchors, from time to time, and can do it for the short haul if need be, but not forever.
My friend called. He talked about getting a one hour shower in. *sigh* Even before my tank tanked I was lucky to be getting a five minute shower out of the damned thing. So I am not terribly sad to see it go. I doubt if even a mediocre tankless could be much worse, more so since it will only be serving one bathroom, meaning one outlet, at a time. And, even then, for whatever reason, the water wouldn't always be hot. The temp would shift. Even a 20 minute mostly hot (but no less than warm) shower would be nice.
While I won't be able to respond, I can read any advice you might think wise to send while I head out.
Hmm, now to brace myself for a cold-water wash. Hmm, wait. I could use some of the cold water I have and boil some water for at least a more feasible morning wash. Yeah, okay.
*says to self* Use that brain, boy, I say boy!
Later.
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No, I set my alarm clock for 9:00. Rolling out of bed around 10:30 after a couple of long days and a late bedtime didn't bother me too much. Still, I wanted to figure out why, in my better health, I didn't even remember hearing the alarm. Ah, set the alarm for "9:00" all right, 21:00 that is. I was pretty tired when I set the alarm.
D.C. has been passing suggestions and I have been digging into them. A bit of research to know as much about what he is suggesting. A bit of looking at my problems, and I think I have a plan. Fittings can probably be purchased anywhere, but at least one item is not available locally from what I saw. Thankfully I will be traveling today on other affairs, but that should put me in a place where the rarer item is available.
It looks like the whoever built the system had some of D.C.'s notions in mind, but the application of it wasn't the best. They made the water heater itself easy enough to switch out, but left no room for a faulty valve and excluded it from the ease of change design. The hot water side of things will be a simple thing to remove, with a union on that side. The cold water inlet side will make it easy to remove the water heater itself. But the valve will take... well... there are several ways to work with that. I may end up needing to take out some dry wall, add some pipe length through the wall... or cut the valve off the incoming water pipe as close to the valve as possible and work with a very little bit of pipe to try and put on a union there. A heat shield is absolutely required there.
I don't think I have dug down to my nest-egg basics, yet. But I have to be getting close. If it weren't for food coming in, I couldn't be doing what I am doing though. Even the techno-plumb-electro-knight I am trying to become crawls on his stomach. I am having trouble keeping up with the work, dealing with all the food would really add difficulty. I'm honestly not sure how D.C. does it, though I think there are sacrifices that aren't discussed. That's all I'm saying. A woman would be a great auxiliary to these affairs, so long as she was on-board to doing them. A woman, when she is 'agin' whatever you doing, sometimes even indifferent, makes a fairly hefty anchor, even if she is the tiniest of womenfolk. I've towed a few anchors, from time to time, and can do it for the short haul if need be, but not forever.
My friend called. He talked about getting a one hour shower in. *sigh* Even before my tank tanked I was lucky to be getting a five minute shower out of the damned thing. So I am not terribly sad to see it go. I doubt if even a mediocre tankless could be much worse, more so since it will only be serving one bathroom, meaning one outlet, at a time. And, even then, for whatever reason, the water wouldn't always be hot. The temp would shift. Even a 20 minute mostly hot (but no less than warm) shower would be nice.
While I won't be able to respond, I can read any advice you might think wise to send while I head out.
Hmm, now to brace myself for a cold-water wash. Hmm, wait. I could use some of the cold water I have and boil some water for at least a more feasible morning wash. Yeah, okay.
*says to self* Use that brain, boy, I say boy!
Later.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Nothing is quite right.
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With the plumbing work on hold until I get the correct fittings, I decided to figure out the lighting situation in the laundry room. First, none of the switches turns off the electricity to that light, none in the main box. So I began to explore my home for a second box. None could be found in normal spaces. Would they have a fuse box in the attic? Behind a wall? While I was looking I found out that the main gas water heater... is electric. Nothing written can be believed, I guess.
Until I find that second fuse box, and being dark I won't be climbing a ladder and the roof to check the attic space which might house it, I am done with that job. It's a bit frustrating when nothing works, measurements mean little, and everything you are told, in legal contracts, is wrong or at least suspect. Home sales, and not just in Utah, seem more like used car sales. Live and learn, I suppose. Everyone involved is either just trying to pinch their legally mandated fees or make the sale. None of them do their damn job. That's, on this topic, all I am saying there.
Ah well, it was supposed to be a day of rest anyway. I'll finish out my day goofing. More because there is little else I can do. My mother called yesterday and this morning, right before I woke. I would have answered this morning but my phone was in my vehicle. Last evening I couldn't answer as I was at dinner (and I don't take my phone in with me, unlike many, if I remember to leave it (or further, if I find I have it and can't retreat to put it up I shut it off)). Anyway, she flew through the storms in Oklahoma! And on a rather small jet. She is not a fan of flying to start with so she was more than happy to have landed. Sounds fun to me, but... I've always liked the edge. It quickens.
Good night.
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With the plumbing work on hold until I get the correct fittings, I decided to figure out the lighting situation in the laundry room. First, none of the switches turns off the electricity to that light, none in the main box. So I began to explore my home for a second box. None could be found in normal spaces. Would they have a fuse box in the attic? Behind a wall? While I was looking I found out that the main gas water heater... is electric. Nothing written can be believed, I guess.
Until I find that second fuse box, and being dark I won't be climbing a ladder and the roof to check the attic space which might house it, I am done with that job. It's a bit frustrating when nothing works, measurements mean little, and everything you are told, in legal contracts, is wrong or at least suspect. Home sales, and not just in Utah, seem more like used car sales. Live and learn, I suppose. Everyone involved is either just trying to pinch their legally mandated fees or make the sale. None of them do their damn job. That's, on this topic, all I am saying there.
Ah well, it was supposed to be a day of rest anyway. I'll finish out my day goofing. More because there is little else I can do. My mother called yesterday and this morning, right before I woke. I would have answered this morning but my phone was in my vehicle. Last evening I couldn't answer as I was at dinner (and I don't take my phone in with me, unlike many, if I remember to leave it (or further, if I find I have it and can't retreat to put it up I shut it off)). Anyway, she flew through the storms in Oklahoma! And on a rather small jet. She is not a fan of flying to start with so she was more than happy to have landed. Sounds fun to me, but... I've always liked the edge. It quickens.
Good night.
The bother!
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I got to town, and while shopping for this I also bought that and those. I got everything on my list alright. It turns out, however, that measuring a pipe isn't the same as... well the pipe size. I measured the pipe to be an inch, so I got fittings for a one inch pipe. Way too big. I am now, I hope, to assume that one inch actually means three quarters inch? Never mind. I have to be in town tomorrow to get my tux back and go to Ogden with my friend.
As I said, I saw and remembered a few other things while in town. Since my oil is made to be mixed with 2.5 gallons, and the tanks only (now, when did that happen) only come in 1, 2.5, and 5 gallons, to mix the oil properly I have to buy the 5 gallon and fill the 2.5 gallon jugs with gas, pour the mix in, and mix it in the 5 gallon container. Idiots. Why do they even sell 2.5 gallon oil mix then? Never mind. I also bought a new fixture, an overhead fluorescent lamp with four bulbs. I like more light rather than less. And two bulbs is simply too dim. As well, since my neighbor suggested it and I saw it on sale, I bought lawn seed, the good stuff.
Sure, it puts more on my plate, but... not really. All of these things were in the works. I either lost track, it was too early, I was watching my budget, I couldn't find the items in my usual places, or... something. Having the materials doesn't mean the job is done, only that there is a much better chance that the task will be completed. My mother might be a bit surprised when she visits. That is sort of the hope, if not the whole impetus. No, I just like running a tight ship and will do so if possible.
I think the neighbor mowed the lawn Saturday, while I was gone. Though he was going to mow on Wednesday because it was supposed to be dry, and then rain Saturday, it ended up doing just the opposite. Spring weather, actually all weather, is difficult to predict. Well, if I am correct and he did mow. Of course, if he did, then sooner rather than later I will need to mow my part.
That I am even tracking what I am, and trying to do what I am gearing up to do, I must be doing a whole lot better. Even with it being partly cloudy I have been shoving on through. I suppose if it clouds up and just dumps, or hides the sun, for the whole of the day, I might end up crashing again. And, that will happen sooner or later anyway. I just want to get as much done as possible, as quickly yet reasonably as possible, before I take another near-dirt nap.
Well... that's all folks!
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I got to town, and while shopping for this I also bought that and those. I got everything on my list alright. It turns out, however, that measuring a pipe isn't the same as... well the pipe size. I measured the pipe to be an inch, so I got fittings for a one inch pipe. Way too big. I am now, I hope, to assume that one inch actually means three quarters inch? Never mind. I have to be in town tomorrow to get my tux back and go to Ogden with my friend.
As I said, I saw and remembered a few other things while in town. Since my oil is made to be mixed with 2.5 gallons, and the tanks only (now, when did that happen) only come in 1, 2.5, and 5 gallons, to mix the oil properly I have to buy the 5 gallon and fill the 2.5 gallon jugs with gas, pour the mix in, and mix it in the 5 gallon container. Idiots. Why do they even sell 2.5 gallon oil mix then? Never mind. I also bought a new fixture, an overhead fluorescent lamp with four bulbs. I like more light rather than less. And two bulbs is simply too dim. As well, since my neighbor suggested it and I saw it on sale, I bought lawn seed, the good stuff.
Sure, it puts more on my plate, but... not really. All of these things were in the works. I either lost track, it was too early, I was watching my budget, I couldn't find the items in my usual places, or... something. Having the materials doesn't mean the job is done, only that there is a much better chance that the task will be completed. My mother might be a bit surprised when she visits. That is sort of the hope, if not the whole impetus. No, I just like running a tight ship and will do so if possible.
I think the neighbor mowed the lawn Saturday, while I was gone. Though he was going to mow on Wednesday because it was supposed to be dry, and then rain Saturday, it ended up doing just the opposite. Spring weather, actually all weather, is difficult to predict. Well, if I am correct and he did mow. Of course, if he did, then sooner rather than later I will need to mow my part.
That I am even tracking what I am, and trying to do what I am gearing up to do, I must be doing a whole lot better. Even with it being partly cloudy I have been shoving on through. I suppose if it clouds up and just dumps, or hides the sun, for the whole of the day, I might end up crashing again. And, that will happen sooner or later anyway. I just want to get as much done as possible, as quickly yet reasonably as possible, before I take another near-dirt nap.
Well... that's all folks!
Nope.
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After a bit of cleaning, and a bit more sopping of some final water that must have finished leaking through the night, I took a look at the pipe. The valve is soldered in, and is much closer to the wall than what I had thought. I have tried a couple of things that might lead to even more water coming out, but slowly and through the drain house (but not at pressure so it's not spraying everywhere). I am not sure if I should cut a pocket hole in the dry wall before I begin soldering or not. It may or may not be required later, but it will add more to my eventual shopping list and to-do list. Though having drywall repair materials on hand isn't a bad plan anyway. I may just go for it, keeping one of the fire extinguishers handy. Now to get dressed and go shopping.
I suppose, as a home owner, you have to learn this stuff sooner or later. Well, on to town. Hmm, I best check my propane torch before I go. I've only used it a few times, and loaned it to my landlord for a five minute job once, so it should be good. But... if you don't check it will be empty/dysfunctional. I learned this from saving games while playing games. *grins* Later.
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After a bit of cleaning, and a bit more sopping of some final water that must have finished leaking through the night, I took a look at the pipe. The valve is soldered in, and is much closer to the wall than what I had thought. I have tried a couple of things that might lead to even more water coming out, but slowly and through the drain house (but not at pressure so it's not spraying everywhere). I am not sure if I should cut a pocket hole in the dry wall before I begin soldering or not. It may or may not be required later, but it will add more to my eventual shopping list and to-do list. Though having drywall repair materials on hand isn't a bad plan anyway. I may just go for it, keeping one of the fire extinguishers handy. Now to get dressed and go shopping.
I suppose, as a home owner, you have to learn this stuff sooner or later. Well, on to town. Hmm, I best check my propane torch before I go. I've only used it a few times, and loaned it to my landlord for a five minute job once, so it should be good. But... if you don't check it will be empty/dysfunctional. I learned this from saving games while playing games. *grins* Later.
Balance.
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While I realize there is much to do, and I see that I am more able right now than usual by a great deal, I also realize that I fracture if I push too hard, too fast, or even put too much on my list with real intentions. While today is Sunday, I have been pushing all week (within my worldview), and even though I planned to rest, I may need to push on. If nothing else, I might try to figure out how to get the water back on for the rest of my home.
I suspect a simple cap, possibly even a screw on cap, might be enough to deal with the water heater, keeping the tank from filling when I turn on the water, thus flooding again. I may, however, actually need to solder. That is something I have never done before, or... at least for many years... 25 to 30 years. I am going to look on the internet and see what that is all about. I have a propane torch, but will need, what, emery cloth, a pipe cleaner (for inside and outside, though one tool might work for all), solder itself, a pipe cutter, and some other things I suspect. While there I will also look for a new valve. I wonder if a little more money would get a valve that lasts. Most valves are notorious for potentially failing in a few years without any use. All available, even if only Walmart is open, probably.
If I end up stopping the water flow myself, and it works, I may end up installing the tankless water heater myself. Well, with one caveat. If the electrical switch needs to be upgraded I will call in an outsider on that. My guess is that it will need to be changed. Perhaps even new, heavier gauge, wire run as well. I probably could do it all, in truth. I just... I'm not sure.
Beyond that I have much else to do as well. I have to clear out the bedroom and living room to get the carpet cleaner in. I need to figure out what must be done to fix the floor, whether to replace the sub-floor or just add new surface materials and plan it out. I want this stuff to go up the walls a bit, and be water-tight for ease of cleaning and any future flooding issues. I need to figure out a drain of some sort in the bathroom, even just a simple thing, but I want the drain flush with the lowest spot on the floor, and I actually would like it to feed into the main drain pipe. That doesn't include everything else I want to get done, including keeping the mowing up, doing a bit of legal research, sawing then stacking and covering the wood to dry, figuring out roping a bit, going hiking, going swimming, getting a window replaced, and keeping up on food and home cleanliness. So, yeah, it's getting tricky.
Hmm, let me... start with one thing. I probably will go ahead and get the plumbing items and look over the how-to's on the net regarding soldering. Even if a screw on plug will do, for now, if I want to install the new heater I will need all of that stuff anyway. Gah! Still, this IS what I signed up for when buying a home. It isn't an accident, an afterthought, or an incidental. It's just, like climbing, eventually if you look down the reality of the thing can hit you. Are you really ready? Well, here it goes. Oh, one other thing. The pipe comes out of the wall with only a few inches of the copper pipe protruding. I might have to consider a heatsink of some sort. Maybe just a wet cloth wrapped around the pipe where it comes out of the wall?
Good day.
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While I realize there is much to do, and I see that I am more able right now than usual by a great deal, I also realize that I fracture if I push too hard, too fast, or even put too much on my list with real intentions. While today is Sunday, I have been pushing all week (within my worldview), and even though I planned to rest, I may need to push on. If nothing else, I might try to figure out how to get the water back on for the rest of my home.
I suspect a simple cap, possibly even a screw on cap, might be enough to deal with the water heater, keeping the tank from filling when I turn on the water, thus flooding again. I may, however, actually need to solder. That is something I have never done before, or... at least for many years... 25 to 30 years. I am going to look on the internet and see what that is all about. I have a propane torch, but will need, what, emery cloth, a pipe cleaner (for inside and outside, though one tool might work for all), solder itself, a pipe cutter, and some other things I suspect. While there I will also look for a new valve. I wonder if a little more money would get a valve that lasts. Most valves are notorious for potentially failing in a few years without any use. All available, even if only Walmart is open, probably.
If I end up stopping the water flow myself, and it works, I may end up installing the tankless water heater myself. Well, with one caveat. If the electrical switch needs to be upgraded I will call in an outsider on that. My guess is that it will need to be changed. Perhaps even new, heavier gauge, wire run as well. I probably could do it all, in truth. I just... I'm not sure.
Beyond that I have much else to do as well. I have to clear out the bedroom and living room to get the carpet cleaner in. I need to figure out what must be done to fix the floor, whether to replace the sub-floor or just add new surface materials and plan it out. I want this stuff to go up the walls a bit, and be water-tight for ease of cleaning and any future flooding issues. I need to figure out a drain of some sort in the bathroom, even just a simple thing, but I want the drain flush with the lowest spot on the floor, and I actually would like it to feed into the main drain pipe. That doesn't include everything else I want to get done, including keeping the mowing up, doing a bit of legal research, sawing then stacking and covering the wood to dry, figuring out roping a bit, going hiking, going swimming, getting a window replaced, and keeping up on food and home cleanliness. So, yeah, it's getting tricky.
Hmm, let me... start with one thing. I probably will go ahead and get the plumbing items and look over the how-to's on the net regarding soldering. Even if a screw on plug will do, for now, if I want to install the new heater I will need all of that stuff anyway. Gah! Still, this IS what I signed up for when buying a home. It isn't an accident, an afterthought, or an incidental. It's just, like climbing, eventually if you look down the reality of the thing can hit you. Are you really ready? Well, here it goes. Oh, one other thing. The pipe comes out of the wall with only a few inches of the copper pipe protruding. I might have to consider a heatsink of some sort. Maybe just a wet cloth wrapped around the pipe where it comes out of the wall?
Good day.
Sleeping late.
.
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To bed after midnight and I couldn't call on the sandman right away either. I figured it would be tough falling to sleep, and getting up, so I set the alarm for 10:00. Even then it took a half an hour to pull myself out of the sack. All good. Thankfully today is a day of rest. With an off and on last week, but doing some really good work and jumping hurdles almost like I knew what I was doing, the rest is not a want but a need. Just one day though.
Tomorrow I have to find out when I can get someone to take a look at the problem and offer a cost analysis. I am almost 100% certain I could do it. The thing is I might easily, at this point, miss some serious issues. While I did replace the plumbing under the sink I didn't note the need for a vent, for example. Just... not sure right now. I also have to take my tux back, and depending on the above, I promised to get my friend to Ogden to shop for reloading parts.
Of course, I have other things I need to get back on course with, or start in the first place. I will probably begin swimming sometime this week. I can go anytime earlier in the week as I will probably only go two days a week until I am doing better. And, hiking would be good to start. Just a hike a week. I don't need to sprint the path, try for world class trail times or even try to increase my own speed or distance. I just need to get out, see what that is about, and begin the long journey to some level of trail competency. There is some business, too. And Mass would be good to begin getting too. I don't know about three or four times a week, not quite yet. Adding in too much too fast, and I may already be, will definitely end in a severe crash and sooner rather than later. Like those little boys who play so very hard then drop and sleep where they are, sometimes without bothering to even actually lay down. I saw one boy, standing up, with his head on the cushions of a couch, sleeping. Yeah, like that. And yet, while I am going, I want to get some things done, some things in there, and enjoy myself a bit too.
Looks like my lawn has been mowed again. When I balked about the idea of doing it Wednesday I think the father thought I was worried about being nickeled and dimed. No, it's just that my end of things and need were on my mind. I'm going to try to keep up with the kid, and the twice a week regimen is going to be a tough time, perhaps. So, I was just hoping that time wasn't upon me. If I didn't want to say it outright. Fear is an ugly thing to share.
Well, on to a bit of research, perhaps some cleaning, sopping the bathroom a bit as the tank finished emptying again overnight, but first a bit more waking up. The last few days have been such a sprint that... little will be done today, and nothing will be done in a hurry. Still, I am pleased to have gotten it done. Oh, and I notice I was not the only one who ended up being a short-timer in this. The nice thing, too, is that some of the previous "upper class-men" in the KoC and another of my peers as I joined and went further through the ranks, locally, were joining the 4th degree this time. It just makes it feel more like a peer group, somehow, than being a pure Padawan learner type.
Good day.
.
To bed after midnight and I couldn't call on the sandman right away either. I figured it would be tough falling to sleep, and getting up, so I set the alarm for 10:00. Even then it took a half an hour to pull myself out of the sack. All good. Thankfully today is a day of rest. With an off and on last week, but doing some really good work and jumping hurdles almost like I knew what I was doing, the rest is not a want but a need. Just one day though.
Tomorrow I have to find out when I can get someone to take a look at the problem and offer a cost analysis. I am almost 100% certain I could do it. The thing is I might easily, at this point, miss some serious issues. While I did replace the plumbing under the sink I didn't note the need for a vent, for example. Just... not sure right now. I also have to take my tux back, and depending on the above, I promised to get my friend to Ogden to shop for reloading parts.
Of course, I have other things I need to get back on course with, or start in the first place. I will probably begin swimming sometime this week. I can go anytime earlier in the week as I will probably only go two days a week until I am doing better. And, hiking would be good to start. Just a hike a week. I don't need to sprint the path, try for world class trail times or even try to increase my own speed or distance. I just need to get out, see what that is about, and begin the long journey to some level of trail competency. There is some business, too. And Mass would be good to begin getting too. I don't know about three or four times a week, not quite yet. Adding in too much too fast, and I may already be, will definitely end in a severe crash and sooner rather than later. Like those little boys who play so very hard then drop and sleep where they are, sometimes without bothering to even actually lay down. I saw one boy, standing up, with his head on the cushions of a couch, sleeping. Yeah, like that. And yet, while I am going, I want to get some things done, some things in there, and enjoy myself a bit too.
Looks like my lawn has been mowed again. When I balked about the idea of doing it Wednesday I think the father thought I was worried about being nickeled and dimed. No, it's just that my end of things and need were on my mind. I'm going to try to keep up with the kid, and the twice a week regimen is going to be a tough time, perhaps. So, I was just hoping that time wasn't upon me. If I didn't want to say it outright. Fear is an ugly thing to share.
Well, on to a bit of research, perhaps some cleaning, sopping the bathroom a bit as the tank finished emptying again overnight, but first a bit more waking up. The last few days have been such a sprint that... little will be done today, and nothing will be done in a hurry. Still, I am pleased to have gotten it done. Oh, and I notice I was not the only one who ended up being a short-timer in this. The nice thing, too, is that some of the previous "upper class-men" in the KoC and another of my peers as I joined and went further through the ranks, locally, were joining the 4th degree this time. It just makes it feel more like a peer group, somehow, than being a pure Padawan learner type.
Good day.
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