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I do realize, as you must, that it isn't just gaming that is keeping me away. Winter coming on plays it's part. But there may be more. We all realize that I am, and have been, alive for a very long time exactly on the edge of The precipice. It is like death has been suspended. A minor move forward and that will be that. As I said, I believe that when my heart finally stops thumping at it's mouse-like pace it will never start again. I won't say that is beginning, only that... while usually I feel good, spry, even young... sometimes I don't. This summer has been a bit slow and it is slowing more. Oh, I still think I have a good twenty years in me, doctors, probability, and the rest be damned. Still, all it would take is a catch that didn't undo itself.
I am enjoying my game. There is little else I can do. I did remember to call my brother the day after his birthday, but for a reason. They had an emergency room visit for the wife, and his cellphone was dying. So my mother said as I called her before I was going to call him. But I was headed to bed and wouldn't be awake until well past their bedtimes. So... the next day it was. I have finished two loads of laundry but I haven't been able to fold them. They are dry. Good enough for now. Not much else is happening.
At least I have bread and sandwich meat. No, not my favorite either. But when nothing else can be arranged, that will do nicely. Hunger being one of the finer spices, herbs, condiments, call it what you like, the food goes down easily enough. And it does add just a bit to my life. Cold and hot... I can't seem to get that straight. I can be freezing with the furnace at 76 or burning up with it off, if the latter is rarer by far these days. A jacket, sweater, dressing a bit more, goose down "camp" booties, I'm working on it.
Yeah, just so you know. The beast is still kicking, the ogre is still grumbling, the cats are being fed, life is still good... just... slower, a bit duller, and a lot more listless. Later.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Oh, hey, right!?!
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Yeah, no. I'm not dead, mostly. Or... did I write that correctly? Anyway, I am still mostly dead, just no closer than before. It is just that some games suck, and Skyrim is one of them. Oh, not suck in a bad way. They simply suck me into them and... well... there I go! In three or four days of playing I have gained 28 main levels and many levels of the various skills. I have explored a good bit of the map, for my level. It isn't a huge world, it is a large one though, with many things to do, places to go, people to meet, and things to kill. Time, in the process, is slain like a gimped dragon too old to even see me coming. *bam*
I am, again, planning. Nothing is happening, but I am planning. It seems the backhoe has 'gone down'. So the hole is still not filled. I may have to get out there with a shovel and begin putting some dirt over the pipes, bit by bit. I fear a freeze as the weather is turning. That is the last thing I need right exactly now. If I can just get a foot or two one time, then another foot or two another time, that... would hopefully be enough for a bit. I think the frostline is between three and four feed here, but I also am not sure loose soil is the same. I might not be able to get all the dirt back in the hole, but to cover the lines and that weird t-intersection, with three to four feet... it would at least buy some time for the machine to come back in.
Dishes, laundry, ugh. And my mother is 'approaching'. In less than a month she will be flying out. She just wants me, if nothing else, to have the dishes washed. Okay. But I would also like to freshen her room and clean the bathroom. I would love to have my bathroom kitted out by then too, but... Maybe, probably not, we know that score. I just like her having her own powder room, she does too. Oh, that damned showerhead has already failed. Don't ask. I won't bother taking it back either, even if I could find the receipt. Plastic connections simply never work. Now I need to look for another type of showerhead that would work, with metal on metal for the connection, as a minimum. If I had any power at all I would force corrupt businesses that manufacture and sell this junk to label the stuff as liable to fail during simple use!
Well, just... an update. Be well.
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Yeah, no. I'm not dead, mostly. Or... did I write that correctly? Anyway, I am still mostly dead, just no closer than before. It is just that some games suck, and Skyrim is one of them. Oh, not suck in a bad way. They simply suck me into them and... well... there I go! In three or four days of playing I have gained 28 main levels and many levels of the various skills. I have explored a good bit of the map, for my level. It isn't a huge world, it is a large one though, with many things to do, places to go, people to meet, and things to kill. Time, in the process, is slain like a gimped dragon too old to even see me coming. *bam*
I am, again, planning. Nothing is happening, but I am planning. It seems the backhoe has 'gone down'. So the hole is still not filled. I may have to get out there with a shovel and begin putting some dirt over the pipes, bit by bit. I fear a freeze as the weather is turning. That is the last thing I need right exactly now. If I can just get a foot or two one time, then another foot or two another time, that... would hopefully be enough for a bit. I think the frostline is between three and four feed here, but I also am not sure loose soil is the same. I might not be able to get all the dirt back in the hole, but to cover the lines and that weird t-intersection, with three to four feet... it would at least buy some time for the machine to come back in.
Dishes, laundry, ugh. And my mother is 'approaching'. In less than a month she will be flying out. She just wants me, if nothing else, to have the dishes washed. Okay. But I would also like to freshen her room and clean the bathroom. I would love to have my bathroom kitted out by then too, but... Maybe, probably not, we know that score. I just like her having her own powder room, she does too. Oh, that damned showerhead has already failed. Don't ask. I won't bother taking it back either, even if I could find the receipt. Plastic connections simply never work. Now I need to look for another type of showerhead that would work, with metal on metal for the connection, as a minimum. If I had any power at all I would force corrupt businesses that manufacture and sell this junk to label the stuff as liable to fail during simple use!
Well, just... an update. Be well.
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