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It was just a short little jaunt through the haunted house. Sleep rested rather than magnified the ghosts and ghouls. But no real worries, I am one of them, if just part time. The sun being back out this morning doesn't hurt a bit. Those overcast days inflate sensitivity to a dark past. I may not have been but I certainly was. There is comfort in there, now, these days. It is not too different from being an invisible man. Are you even real if no one can see you? Questions remain but little else. Especially if you feel no need to prove your existence to any, or do things with your powers in play. I am comfortable with both the facts and the live and let live attitude I have, for the most part, attained. I still wonder about something. Who does know? While some things fade, even to nothing at times, that takes time. To a degree that has happened. Bureaucrats only see what is written on paper for them. But some of the old docs, the ones who have seen many vets, know my nature. They don't believe the paper, they know better from experience. Further, I think there are others who know, beyond the old doctors. So, who knows me? Just a little... tic I have. Never mind children, it's just part of the narrative.
The transplanted tomatoes look to be well on the way to making it. One tomato had it's stem broken. Even it seems to be doing just find. Further, the pepper seedlings are beginning to jump and run. One habanero plant seemingly popped overnight. Just one? But it grew so fast! it was not visible yesterday, all day. In a couple of days, perhaps a week, I should be able to get some of those thinned. Not all will be transplanted. If the sprout looks too weak, or ill, I simply remove it. Tomorrow I will make a final check of the extra tomato plants and see if I can get them to a good family. That can save someone a lot of money. I don't see how people can afford buying plants, honestly. It would be good to be offering people something this time, rather than just getting, or having to ask for help.
What to do today though? Hmm. More laundry, finish the dishes, and some straightening. Oh, and maybe removing the faucet. That is it for today. If I get that done, tomorrow will just be a leisure day, with no pushing, if I hope to do a bit more straightening of the cave. If I do well, I might get to the stores today. I need coffee, sweetener, milk, and tobacco. Hmm, I am almost sounding like a mountain main. Hrmph! I'm probably starting to look like one. Heh.
Good day.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
The price of quickening.
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Each time I stumble out of the grave I bring bits of the tomb with me. Life is a costly affair as is. But when you are cheating death to consume it the price is fierce. More one who knows more from whence he returns than to where he is going, the travel is additionally taxing. Reborn a stranger in a strange land, a land of limits, peril, flesh. Friend, foe, family... they live mostly on the shadowy side of the curtain. And yet it isn't my time save for a few moments in weakness. I'm not even sure which to really call home. How many times have I fallen into the darkest of the ethereal? All I know is, splitting the times I have fallen and the times I have risen provides an even number, if a large one.
Ah, but... the sensations need to be handled. This time they are rather mild. Just a few notions need to be mastered. Putting them here releases them, allows me to... confront them on my terms, as I may.
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Each time I stumble out of the grave I bring bits of the tomb with me. Life is a costly affair as is. But when you are cheating death to consume it the price is fierce. More one who knows more from whence he returns than to where he is going, the travel is additionally taxing. Reborn a stranger in a strange land, a land of limits, peril, flesh. Friend, foe, family... they live mostly on the shadowy side of the curtain. And yet it isn't my time save for a few moments in weakness. I'm not even sure which to really call home. How many times have I fallen into the darkest of the ethereal? All I know is, splitting the times I have fallen and the times I have risen provides an even number, if a large one.
Ah, but... the sensations need to be handled. This time they are rather mild. Just a few notions need to be mastered. Putting them here releases them, allows me to... confront them on my terms, as I may.
Well, isn't it the thought that counts?
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No, I didn't get stuck again. I haven't quit yet either. It is just that with this many projects happening all at once, with my juggling skills being what they are and rusty on top of it, the tasks aren't moving along quite as rapidly as imagined. Transplanting the better of the weaker tomato plants took a goodly chunk of time. It still surprises me how long it takes to mix a bit of dirt with some water and put something into it. I decided against double cups. I will simply have to be careful with how much I water. I have eight of the best plants in their original soil packets and another twenty transplanted to cups, two per cup. The cups are rather big. After a couple of days, if those are still looking good, as are the ones in the planting box, I will see if any neighbors would be interested in some of them. I'll do the same sort of thing for the pepper plants as they come due.
Dishes are just there, laundry is going into the dryer finally. I found some of the tools for removing the faucet. Since it shouldn't be corroded yet, the tools I did find should work. I can't find the actual sink pliers or whatever they are called. Then again, things have been slowing going missing. No, not misplaced. Someone is "borrowing". That's one of the unhappy things about living alone. Thankfully nothing big yet, just odd little things. Under the sink pliers, a load of kitchen bags, a screwdriver or three. I'm thinking on that. Things are moving along. I just wish I had a fast forward button or something.
It is clouding over a bit. All good by me. The last few days have been sunny. Enough to recharge batteries that way. As well, I seem to be climbing out of the pit beside that. Working is great to boost that, as it makes sleep much easier and deeper. And the clouds keep it from getting too hot too soon as well. I'm not quite ready for 80's, 90's, and 100's. Then again I never am.
Just not a bad day. A bit more and I will be able to say I won the tourney. I even kicked out my first haiku, while I was thinking about it. Did a write-up too, if that may be amended as, or if, I think up other poems. Well, a bit of a break, maybe food? Definitely food. Then more, probably. Good day.
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No, I didn't get stuck again. I haven't quit yet either. It is just that with this many projects happening all at once, with my juggling skills being what they are and rusty on top of it, the tasks aren't moving along quite as rapidly as imagined. Transplanting the better of the weaker tomato plants took a goodly chunk of time. It still surprises me how long it takes to mix a bit of dirt with some water and put something into it. I decided against double cups. I will simply have to be careful with how much I water. I have eight of the best plants in their original soil packets and another twenty transplanted to cups, two per cup. The cups are rather big. After a couple of days, if those are still looking good, as are the ones in the planting box, I will see if any neighbors would be interested in some of them. I'll do the same sort of thing for the pepper plants as they come due.
Dishes are just there, laundry is going into the dryer finally. I found some of the tools for removing the faucet. Since it shouldn't be corroded yet, the tools I did find should work. I can't find the actual sink pliers or whatever they are called. Then again, things have been slowing going missing. No, not misplaced. Someone is "borrowing". That's one of the unhappy things about living alone. Thankfully nothing big yet, just odd little things. Under the sink pliers, a load of kitchen bags, a screwdriver or three. I'm thinking on that. Things are moving along. I just wish I had a fast forward button or something.
It is clouding over a bit. All good by me. The last few days have been sunny. Enough to recharge batteries that way. As well, I seem to be climbing out of the pit beside that. Working is great to boost that, as it makes sleep much easier and deeper. And the clouds keep it from getting too hot too soon as well. I'm not quite ready for 80's, 90's, and 100's. Then again I never am.
Just not a bad day. A bit more and I will be able to say I won the tourney. I even kicked out my first haiku, while I was thinking about it. Did a write-up too, if that may be amended as, or if, I think up other poems. Well, a bit of a break, maybe food? Definitely food. Then more, probably. Good day.
It's a little hairy out there. Oddball news bits?
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You decide. Urhm, with commentary, of course. Doom is what he is.
I love little tidbits about heart health, predictive models, and such. So this article is a collector. It seems, there is a test to check for potential future heart problems. It boils down to cutting off blood flow to an arm, letting it flood back, then checking how heavy the flow is. The problem, with this and most other testing, is that despite having a heart on the very cusp of failure and it being so for going on three decades, all testing save echocardiography showed my heart to be normal. Blood flow, blood oxygen, save the suspicious nature of having very high blood pressure. Some of us are immune to most testing. Still, I had to look.
This next one was shocking to me. While I do have problems with public ed, and many teachers, bureaucrats, administrators, and how things are run, there are limits to that. Apparently, the system itself has few limits. What was done was very wrong to these teachers, students, and anyone else caught unaware. While I live a life full of this, I am what I am. And while I want people to get a taste of reality, there are limits to that, and the means of achieving that. This sort of casual creation of trauma is not the sort of thing you just toss at people. Someone will get hurt, one way or the other. It reminds me of tactics used to indoctrinate, to create double agents, and some of the other psychology operation techniques of which I have some familiarity. I am not sure if it was simply poor decision making, a really bad "all grown up" frat prank, or if there is something more to it. It was a bad call all day long. You don't just terrify people. That isn't training, it is terrorism. Someone, or some group of people, should lose their job over this.
This piece is about the laws of nature versus the nature of civilization, or some would suggest. Young people are playing dodgeball with Subways. Some folk are a bit unhappy with it. There is some suggestion that this behavior endangers other people, if that was never explained. While they admit such activity is not new, they suggest that social media is driving an expansion, perhaps explosion, of the risk taking, and the level of risk involved due to competition. The thing is, with risk comes reward. In a world in which the economy is dying, job prospects are thin, and the spread between the rich and the poor is accelerating even faster than redistribution and the spread of other socialist notions (which is why the rest of the world calls socialism conservative, as it creates then maintains two classes, upper/elite and the poor), there is little to be gained traditionally. Upward mobility, once turned into a competition based at least as much on skin color and sex, while maintaining the old boy system within the new quota paradigm, leaving merit as the dead last indicator, is causing people to drop out in record numbers. Adding in the war on private, small, business, there isn't a lot of room to wiggle. Might as well try to fly? Rigged games aren't worth playing, provably by the fleet feet of the unemployed and reduction in small business and home ownership. So they have picked their own game. Wait until they realize there is another, just as risky but possibly much better solution. Once you aren't afraid to die, and you realize you can still fight, and begin to realize that there are actually very few holding down the very many, just what games might begin to be... considered?
Oh, right. Sure did, if you meant to ask? Laundry is moving through the line, dishes got a fresh soak, I did a bit of looking for the potting soil, and did some other things... can't remember what all. But, yes, things are moving along swimmingly. I did stop taking the ritalin over a week ago. So that isn't the boost, if you were curious. The problem with it is I have a limited supply. So I need to take it when I can reliably take my blood pressure readings so as to have a leg to stand on when I ask for that medicine again. Even with it I was falling, definitely unable to take the readings every day. As I improve again, when I get to taking daily readings, I will restart that medicine.
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You decide. Urhm, with commentary, of course. Doom is what he is.
I love little tidbits about heart health, predictive models, and such. So this article is a collector. It seems, there is a test to check for potential future heart problems. It boils down to cutting off blood flow to an arm, letting it flood back, then checking how heavy the flow is. The problem, with this and most other testing, is that despite having a heart on the very cusp of failure and it being so for going on three decades, all testing save echocardiography showed my heart to be normal. Blood flow, blood oxygen, save the suspicious nature of having very high blood pressure. Some of us are immune to most testing. Still, I had to look.
This next one was shocking to me. While I do have problems with public ed, and many teachers, bureaucrats, administrators, and how things are run, there are limits to that. Apparently, the system itself has few limits. What was done was very wrong to these teachers, students, and anyone else caught unaware. While I live a life full of this, I am what I am. And while I want people to get a taste of reality, there are limits to that, and the means of achieving that. This sort of casual creation of trauma is not the sort of thing you just toss at people. Someone will get hurt, one way or the other. It reminds me of tactics used to indoctrinate, to create double agents, and some of the other psychology operation techniques of which I have some familiarity. I am not sure if it was simply poor decision making, a really bad "all grown up" frat prank, or if there is something more to it. It was a bad call all day long. You don't just terrify people. That isn't training, it is terrorism. Someone, or some group of people, should lose their job over this.
This piece is about the laws of nature versus the nature of civilization, or some would suggest. Young people are playing dodgeball with Subways. Some folk are a bit unhappy with it. There is some suggestion that this behavior endangers other people, if that was never explained. While they admit such activity is not new, they suggest that social media is driving an expansion, perhaps explosion, of the risk taking, and the level of risk involved due to competition. The thing is, with risk comes reward. In a world in which the economy is dying, job prospects are thin, and the spread between the rich and the poor is accelerating even faster than redistribution and the spread of other socialist notions (which is why the rest of the world calls socialism conservative, as it creates then maintains two classes, upper/elite and the poor), there is little to be gained traditionally. Upward mobility, once turned into a competition based at least as much on skin color and sex, while maintaining the old boy system within the new quota paradigm, leaving merit as the dead last indicator, is causing people to drop out in record numbers. Adding in the war on private, small, business, there isn't a lot of room to wiggle. Might as well try to fly? Rigged games aren't worth playing, provably by the fleet feet of the unemployed and reduction in small business and home ownership. So they have picked their own game. Wait until they realize there is another, just as risky but possibly much better solution. Once you aren't afraid to die, and you realize you can still fight, and begin to realize that there are actually very few holding down the very many, just what games might begin to be... considered?
Oh, right. Sure did, if you meant to ask? Laundry is moving through the line, dishes got a fresh soak, I did a bit of looking for the potting soil, and did some other things... can't remember what all. But, yes, things are moving along swimmingly. I did stop taking the ritalin over a week ago. So that isn't the boost, if you were curious. The problem with it is I have a limited supply. So I need to take it when I can reliably take my blood pressure readings so as to have a leg to stand on when I ask for that medicine again. Even with it I was falling, definitely unable to take the readings every day. As I improve again, when I get to taking daily readings, I will restart that medicine.
Some mornings are simply really good.
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This isn't one of them. No? No! It's great!
By the bye, becca is up for Haiku Monday. Searching is the theme and loose are the rules... can't lose? It's a haiku burner's temptation to be sure.
The only problem, right off hand, is that I can't find my grump. I worked hard to earn that. Meh, I'll find it before long. Or earn another one. *grins*
My tomato plants are too tall for the cover over the seedling bay. The Serrano peppers are doing their best to follow suit. The rest of the peppers are more like me on a rainy day. Still, I can see, so far, ten jalapeno, twenty one Tai, and thirty Serrano pepper growths. Not a single habanero has deigned to grace me with it's budding. Hmm, to find potting soil. I am almost certain I have some somewhere. I big ol' bag of it too. With the peppers, I will wait until they are bigger. I guess they won't all go into the empty seedling sacks. But the tomatoes, today, today, very soon. The look and smell of little green 'critters' is wonderful. I guess I had forgotten the scent of new flora life. Little else is like it. I will put the cover on at night, best I can still, to hold in temp. But too, so when I open it in the morning I get that really strong waft of growy-smell. Love me some of that.
For the replant, I am thinking a two cup system, with some sort of spacer. Holes in the top(soil) cup, placing that in a second cup. Drainage, especially for peppers, is a must. Depending on how much space between the two cups as they nestle I may or may not need a spacer... I'll know soon enough.
What else? I have no clue! I may take the faucet off. While the hose sprayer still works just fine, trying to fill the sink with it is... pretty futile. I don't, if nothing else, have the strength and stamina to just stand that long. Nor the attention span, to be honest. Even though it has really good pressure, the sprayer just doesn't kick out as much water as a faucet does (or should). Takes forever. So the faucet isn't really doing me any good. And there is a chance I might be able to figure it out once I get it off the sink. Still, I'm thinking D.C.'s suggestions have merit. Shotgun or sawzall... I added the notion of a sledgehammer to the mix myself. These things are so cheesy anymore that there isn't but plastic in them. You can't even really recycle. If I do that, I may have to use a sawzall on some of it, to get a hands on, cut-away, look at the guts of the device. Just for... curiosity, education, call it what you will.
Oh, right, I have a few things to tend right away this morning though. I forgot about the dishes, so I will drain and soak those in fresh hot water. They are in a tub that fits in my bathtub. I need to deal with that to get a shower anyway, and I do want a shower. I hate trying to dry dishes out of a cold rinse, innit? Well, and probably wash the load that I forgot in the washing machine again, just in case, and make sure the dryer is clear for that load. The faucet ended up eating all other considerations once I got on it's trail. Easy enough to remedy though. Then I will... meditate on the ebb and flow of life, what to do and where to go, as life comes back to my muscle, bone, organs, and nerves. I am, again, waking, living, growing.
Later.
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This isn't one of them. No? No! It's great!
By the bye, becca is up for Haiku Monday. Searching is the theme and loose are the rules... can't lose? It's a haiku burner's temptation to be sure.
The only problem, right off hand, is that I can't find my grump. I worked hard to earn that. Meh, I'll find it before long. Or earn another one. *grins*
My tomato plants are too tall for the cover over the seedling bay. The Serrano peppers are doing their best to follow suit. The rest of the peppers are more like me on a rainy day. Still, I can see, so far, ten jalapeno, twenty one Tai, and thirty Serrano pepper growths. Not a single habanero has deigned to grace me with it's budding. Hmm, to find potting soil. I am almost certain I have some somewhere. I big ol' bag of it too. With the peppers, I will wait until they are bigger. I guess they won't all go into the empty seedling sacks. But the tomatoes, today, today, very soon. The look and smell of little green 'critters' is wonderful. I guess I had forgotten the scent of new flora life. Little else is like it. I will put the cover on at night, best I can still, to hold in temp. But too, so when I open it in the morning I get that really strong waft of growy-smell. Love me some of that.
For the replant, I am thinking a two cup system, with some sort of spacer. Holes in the top(soil) cup, placing that in a second cup. Drainage, especially for peppers, is a must. Depending on how much space between the two cups as they nestle I may or may not need a spacer... I'll know soon enough.
What else? I have no clue! I may take the faucet off. While the hose sprayer still works just fine, trying to fill the sink with it is... pretty futile. I don't, if nothing else, have the strength and stamina to just stand that long. Nor the attention span, to be honest. Even though it has really good pressure, the sprayer just doesn't kick out as much water as a faucet does (or should). Takes forever. So the faucet isn't really doing me any good. And there is a chance I might be able to figure it out once I get it off the sink. Still, I'm thinking D.C.'s suggestions have merit. Shotgun or sawzall... I added the notion of a sledgehammer to the mix myself. These things are so cheesy anymore that there isn't but plastic in them. You can't even really recycle. If I do that, I may have to use a sawzall on some of it, to get a hands on, cut-away, look at the guts of the device. Just for... curiosity, education, call it what you will.
Oh, right, I have a few things to tend right away this morning though. I forgot about the dishes, so I will drain and soak those in fresh hot water. They are in a tub that fits in my bathtub. I need to deal with that to get a shower anyway, and I do want a shower. I hate trying to dry dishes out of a cold rinse, innit? Well, and probably wash the load that I forgot in the washing machine again, just in case, and make sure the dryer is clear for that load. The faucet ended up eating all other considerations once I got on it's trail. Easy enough to remedy though. Then I will... meditate on the ebb and flow of life, what to do and where to go, as life comes back to my muscle, bone, organs, and nerves. I am, again, waking, living, growing.
Later.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Oh, I have a fine grump on.
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I tried to get to something today but it just wasn't happening. I tried more tools than you can imagine. I read through more useless posts on the internet than I care to remember. Nothing seems to work, nothing that I can find. I am actually amazed at how many hex, star, and other tools I have around, and how many types and sizes of those even exist. And yet not one of them that would enter the hole worked, while two thirds of my tools would not go in deep enough to find out... many I didn't even try as the handles were too long to make the angle to enter the hole in the first place. I haven't been looking for the tools required to remove the faucet yet. I may do that before I go to bed.
This project started out as a thing I had hoped to research, tinker with for an hour or three, then have settled for the day, possibly for good. I understood there was a chance that I wouldn't be able to fix it, if new parts were required. I did not think I would spend six to eight hours and not even be able to open the thing up. I will not buy a Moen again. Oh, I did get their site to function, without compromising my internet security any more than being on the internet requires. I found a slide show they offered for repairing their faucets. None of the four I could choose from was my faucet or even close.
It is about bedtime. If nothing else, I stuck with it until bedtime. Once I got started that is. I was either trying another set of tools I remembered having somewhere, doing research including watching some large number of completely off the mark YouTube videos along with a lot of reading and redefining search queries. Squat is what I have to show for it though. Still, I am pleased that I went as toe-to-toe with the thing as I was able. But this is why homeowners just toss, buy new, and have it installed even then. The moderately poor/lower middle class have fewer options. Still, I am thinking of buying new myself, buying a much better kit, skipping the installation cost as a savings, and that would be that. The thing is, if I go to the bother of uninstalling it, I couldn't keep from trying to open it up. If that is even possible without breaking it.
Tomorrow? I don't know. It took me a good long time to get going today. I do want to transplant some of the tomato seedlings, the extras. Perhaps some of the pepper plants could also be transplanted, if I think there are so few that they can go right into the barren plots, for the most part. If I can get to it, I may call my friend. If the weather is slightly warmer, the sun is out, and I am up to it by noon but no later than 14:00, I'll do it. No earlier, and later would be too late. I think.
Good night.
Something to dream about perhaps. Who knows though. Sometimes you just make those dreams real.
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I tried to get to something today but it just wasn't happening. I tried more tools than you can imagine. I read through more useless posts on the internet than I care to remember. Nothing seems to work, nothing that I can find. I am actually amazed at how many hex, star, and other tools I have around, and how many types and sizes of those even exist. And yet not one of them that would enter the hole worked, while two thirds of my tools would not go in deep enough to find out... many I didn't even try as the handles were too long to make the angle to enter the hole in the first place. I haven't been looking for the tools required to remove the faucet yet. I may do that before I go to bed.
This project started out as a thing I had hoped to research, tinker with for an hour or three, then have settled for the day, possibly for good. I understood there was a chance that I wouldn't be able to fix it, if new parts were required. I did not think I would spend six to eight hours and not even be able to open the thing up. I will not buy a Moen again. Oh, I did get their site to function, without compromising my internet security any more than being on the internet requires. I found a slide show they offered for repairing their faucets. None of the four I could choose from was my faucet or even close.
It is about bedtime. If nothing else, I stuck with it until bedtime. Once I got started that is. I was either trying another set of tools I remembered having somewhere, doing research including watching some large number of completely off the mark YouTube videos along with a lot of reading and redefining search queries. Squat is what I have to show for it though. Still, I am pleased that I went as toe-to-toe with the thing as I was able. But this is why homeowners just toss, buy new, and have it installed even then. The moderately poor/lower middle class have fewer options. Still, I am thinking of buying new myself, buying a much better kit, skipping the installation cost as a savings, and that would be that. The thing is, if I go to the bother of uninstalling it, I couldn't keep from trying to open it up. If that is even possible without breaking it.
Tomorrow? I don't know. It took me a good long time to get going today. I do want to transplant some of the tomato seedlings, the extras. Perhaps some of the pepper plants could also be transplanted, if I think there are so few that they can go right into the barren plots, for the most part. If I can get to it, I may call my friend. If the weather is slightly warmer, the sun is out, and I am up to it by noon but no later than 14:00, I'll do it. No earlier, and later would be too late. I think.
Good night.
Something to dream about perhaps. Who knows though. Sometimes you just make those dreams real.
Tinkering, a bit.
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I'm not always sure what project will get under my skin and make it to the top of the list. Today it happened to be my kitchen faucet. After a bit of research, I was told to find a hole in, on, under the faucet handle that would allow for an allen wrench, so as to loosen or remove a screw, set screw they seem to call it. I have been looking the thing over all morning and not finding it. They always show them on the front of the handle. After enough back and forth I did finally find it. It is on the back of the handle. Further, there is no way to get my head back far enough, or pull the whole device forward enough, that I can see. The set screw could be anywhere along the travel of the handle, up, down, left, to right. Further, I have no idea what size of an allen wrench is needed. I have tried several, but it all feels the same. I don't even know if I am hitting the screw or... I really despise poor engineering. This means, most likely, I will have to pull the whole thing. I'm still thinking on it though. That is a lot more work than I really want to do. It involves emptying the cupboard under the sink, finding the tools for that which I do have... bought them for the installation in the first place, then repairing and replacing after all that. What a pain. That is, unless I can figure something else out or just get lucky.
I can't find the package it came in, nothing is written on the faucet, and it was several years ago so it might well have been discontinued... for obvious reasons. Idiots. Gah! I could have sworn I saved the box and instructions. But when my mom visits nothing is sacrosanct. It might just have gone. I might even have seen it go, but have learned to pick my battles. Hmm, I should have remembered to take out any paperwork and put it with the rest of that though. Next time, perhaps. It may just be easier to simply buy a new faucet, with what I know, and be done with it. Even if I get this thing out, and open, I then have to buy parts of some unknown cost. Diminishing returns on time, effort, and money are kicking in... Still, I'm... thinking...
I best get the tomatoes replanted. They are simply running absolutely wild! I don't think I will need to stake them, from what I have read, until they go outdoors or get really big indoors. More of the peppers are coming up, if they are very scarce compared to the tomatoes. I sure hope the habanero come up. Those are the whole main point of gardening this year! If all else fails, I may try another batch of seedlings. I have another package. I bought two, just in case. Then again, the instructions with the pack, and those I have found online, seem to suggest the hotter the pepper the slower they are to germinate. Time almost always tells.
Later.
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I'm not always sure what project will get under my skin and make it to the top of the list. Today it happened to be my kitchen faucet. After a bit of research, I was told to find a hole in, on, under the faucet handle that would allow for an allen wrench, so as to loosen or remove a screw, set screw they seem to call it. I have been looking the thing over all morning and not finding it. They always show them on the front of the handle. After enough back and forth I did finally find it. It is on the back of the handle. Further, there is no way to get my head back far enough, or pull the whole device forward enough, that I can see. The set screw could be anywhere along the travel of the handle, up, down, left, to right. Further, I have no idea what size of an allen wrench is needed. I have tried several, but it all feels the same. I don't even know if I am hitting the screw or... I really despise poor engineering. This means, most likely, I will have to pull the whole thing. I'm still thinking on it though. That is a lot more work than I really want to do. It involves emptying the cupboard under the sink, finding the tools for that which I do have... bought them for the installation in the first place, then repairing and replacing after all that. What a pain. That is, unless I can figure something else out or just get lucky.
I can't find the package it came in, nothing is written on the faucet, and it was several years ago so it might well have been discontinued... for obvious reasons. Idiots. Gah! I could have sworn I saved the box and instructions. But when my mom visits nothing is sacrosanct. It might just have gone. I might even have seen it go, but have learned to pick my battles. Hmm, I should have remembered to take out any paperwork and put it with the rest of that though. Next time, perhaps. It may just be easier to simply buy a new faucet, with what I know, and be done with it. Even if I get this thing out, and open, I then have to buy parts of some unknown cost. Diminishing returns on time, effort, and money are kicking in... Still, I'm... thinking...
I best get the tomatoes replanted. They are simply running absolutely wild! I don't think I will need to stake them, from what I have read, until they go outdoors or get really big indoors. More of the peppers are coming up, if they are very scarce compared to the tomatoes. I sure hope the habanero come up. Those are the whole main point of gardening this year! If all else fails, I may try another batch of seedlings. I have another package. I bought two, just in case. Then again, the instructions with the pack, and those I have found online, seem to suggest the hotter the pepper the slower they are to germinate. Time almost always tells.
Later.
Tomato, jalapeno, Tai, and Serrano are up.
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Only the tomato plants are bursting out. The rest are waking slowly, timidly. No sign, I think, of the habanero plants. As well, the pepper seeds aren't all on the rise, or don't seem to be. They must have a lower germination rate? All are supposed to be heritage, if I got it right and wasn't scammed. Simply, I want to harvest my own seed for next year, and perhaps, in time, tinker with cross pollination as a little hobby thing. But mostly it is to ensure seed, regarding prepping.
I need to research when and how to transplant. I have a bunch of plastic cups in my stocks, which will work just fine. My guess is even the tomato plants won't get too big for these cups before it is time to plant them outdoors. I also need to find out if I should be using bits of something to stake the tomatoes even at their current size. The peppers, I think, will do fine without that effort. It would be good to know, though, at about what size they will need to be transplanted into a cup. The other thing to figure out is how to deal with the cups. I am thinking, perhaps... a sodacan flat, with uniform holes cut in the bottom, placed over another flat, or simply upside down, for stability... one way or another. The question is, how many flats will be needed? Questions, always questions. Aye, but tinkering is my way when I can have my way.
I think I am awake enough to finish the dishes. A quick additional hot soak and some cooling time, on top of what they have, then to dry before they get cold again. Tending laundry and setting up a line of loads would also be good. After I get a bit of that going, I may have to... seek an escape from my home. It seems pretty cool outdoors yet still though, so I am not sure about shooting. That depends on whether my friend can handle the cold or not, and whether he feels up to it. But a bit of work on leveling the earth around the new hydrant wouldn't be a bad thing. And maybe even spading a small patch for the remnant seeds. I personally think we are past the frosting stages. Difficult to know, for sure. Well, and I could always cover the seedlings if I think a frost is coming, with some hope, if any of the seedlings seem to be popping. More tinkering, I suppose.
On to it. Good day.
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Only the tomato plants are bursting out. The rest are waking slowly, timidly. No sign, I think, of the habanero plants. As well, the pepper seeds aren't all on the rise, or don't seem to be. They must have a lower germination rate? All are supposed to be heritage, if I got it right and wasn't scammed. Simply, I want to harvest my own seed for next year, and perhaps, in time, tinker with cross pollination as a little hobby thing. But mostly it is to ensure seed, regarding prepping.
What a weird morning, and last few nights.
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Health must be on the rebound. I questioned that this morning though. When I woke, I looked at several of my time pieces at various points until I finally woke. The first time I looked it said 11:00 plus whatever. But I could not get up, and it looked so dark out that between the overcast and my weak capacity at the time I simply could not kick out. Stormy? So back down into the bottomless well of sleep I lept. Some time later I woke again. It seemed to be 13:00, and still with a dark, mean look outside from what I could see. I knew I HAD to get up, but I still didn't really want to. I laid there in half sleep for a bit before finding how to get the lower half of my body to springblade out and to shove my feet to the floor. I get up fast, and move quick, once I make that call, at least if it's a natural wake. Watch a bison kick itself out of a sleep and to it's feet if you want an example. A sprint to the bathroom too. I like moving fast just to try to get some blood moving. I do try, and my natural impulse is and has always been to go, go, go! If I could just... capture that.
Still not awake, really, but up, as I was heading to the bathroom, something seemed... off? Never mind. I did my duty for nature's sake, then headed back to start my electronic waking routine. Something is off, but what? I lit the smart phone, started the bigger machine, and... looked around. Was that the sun coming in? Maybe the sun was peeking out, or had melted the dark off? All good. Some of my tomatoes are as much as 3" to 5" inches high and I would guess of the 24 seeds I planted, 18-23 are up, perhaps all of them. Wow. Of course that means I need to begin considering replanting or just plain thinning some of those. Okay. And they are loving that sun. They move toward the sun like little green flora ballet dancers. Anyway, so I open the curtains to one of the sunniest days I have seen in some time. Not a cloud in the sky did I see. Huh? Never mind, I'll take it.
Back to the machines. Ah, right. I occasionally unplug the modem at night to let it all reset. I had to plug it in and let it run through it's own start-up routines. But I can check my phone for email, updates, and even blog surf if I want. But... bleh, too small for surfing save if there is no other option. And my eyes are getting older. Oh, I can still read small/fine print with good light, just not when I first wake. And many bloggers still don't have their blog set to be smart-phone friendly, so it's a nuisance. Email, however, lets me know what's up, a bit, on my blog. Yes, in case you ask, I did, finally, gear my blog for smart-phone friendly behavior... years ago if I remember rightly, if I wasn't cutting edge on that.
At some point it hit me. It could not be after 13:00, could it? Or did I just go crazy full steam? Smart phone, tell me the truth. Just a wee after 7:00? Really? Crazy dream cycles. On top of the weird morning thing, though, there was more. I have had, perhaps, six erotic dreams that I remember in my whole life. Between yesterday night and last night though, I just went to eight. I remember them because they are so... different. No details are forthcoming, save that... Wow. That impulse is powerful. I hate those dreams though. They are more potent than what flesh seemingly can offer account. No amount of prayer is able to maintain celibacy at that point. Oh, I do try. Stand in front of an avalanche and pray, you'll get the idea. God just doesn't seem to want me to... forget. It sometimes takes me days to recover some semblance of control again. And if I am right and it is a sign of returning health, it will be a week or more to iron that with a Catholicized form of Zen again. *calm waters* Gah! *cool breezes* Gah! etc.
Still, it is funny too. I know what I am up against and why, for all my belief of their faults, I can't give up on women. I like women for many other reasons, and more so for those other reasons, even to include some of those faults. *impish grin* So if I can't handle this minor part of my love of the feminine... I just realize I was born to... seek them. I am even weakly strong enough to seek merely one at a time at this time, and have been even before I came to faith. It also suggests health is on the rebound. There is nothing like the buffalo stampede of my libido's return to know that, that's the power of love? The two go hand in hand, every time.
Oh, and I did put a load of laundry in and do a load of dishes yesterday. I completed neither task, but that is why I was given today. And, perhaps, more on top of that. It is time to begin living again I think. Digging out of my hibernation burrow is never easy, but I think, looking back on it, that is exactly what I have been doing, and trying to do. Keeping up on medicine as well as I have been able anyway has also made this more likely as it becomes possible. Hup! Good day.
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Health must be on the rebound. I questioned that this morning though. When I woke, I looked at several of my time pieces at various points until I finally woke. The first time I looked it said 11:00 plus whatever. But I could not get up, and it looked so dark out that between the overcast and my weak capacity at the time I simply could not kick out. Stormy? So back down into the bottomless well of sleep I lept. Some time later I woke again. It seemed to be 13:00, and still with a dark, mean look outside from what I could see. I knew I HAD to get up, but I still didn't really want to. I laid there in half sleep for a bit before finding how to get the lower half of my body to springblade out and to shove my feet to the floor. I get up fast, and move quick, once I make that call, at least if it's a natural wake. Watch a bison kick itself out of a sleep and to it's feet if you want an example. A sprint to the bathroom too. I like moving fast just to try to get some blood moving. I do try, and my natural impulse is and has always been to go, go, go! If I could just... capture that.
Still not awake, really, but up, as I was heading to the bathroom, something seemed... off? Never mind. I did my duty for nature's sake, then headed back to start my electronic waking routine. Something is off, but what? I lit the smart phone, started the bigger machine, and... looked around. Was that the sun coming in? Maybe the sun was peeking out, or had melted the dark off? All good. Some of my tomatoes are as much as 3" to 5" inches high and I would guess of the 24 seeds I planted, 18-23 are up, perhaps all of them. Wow. Of course that means I need to begin considering replanting or just plain thinning some of those. Okay. And they are loving that sun. They move toward the sun like little green flora ballet dancers. Anyway, so I open the curtains to one of the sunniest days I have seen in some time. Not a cloud in the sky did I see. Huh? Never mind, I'll take it.
Back to the machines. Ah, right. I occasionally unplug the modem at night to let it all reset. I had to plug it in and let it run through it's own start-up routines. But I can check my phone for email, updates, and even blog surf if I want. But... bleh, too small for surfing save if there is no other option. And my eyes are getting older. Oh, I can still read small/fine print with good light, just not when I first wake. And many bloggers still don't have their blog set to be smart-phone friendly, so it's a nuisance. Email, however, lets me know what's up, a bit, on my blog. Yes, in case you ask, I did, finally, gear my blog for smart-phone friendly behavior... years ago if I remember rightly, if I wasn't cutting edge on that.
At some point it hit me. It could not be after 13:00, could it? Or did I just go crazy full steam? Smart phone, tell me the truth. Just a wee after 7:00? Really? Crazy dream cycles. On top of the weird morning thing, though, there was more. I have had, perhaps, six erotic dreams that I remember in my whole life. Between yesterday night and last night though, I just went to eight. I remember them because they are so... different. No details are forthcoming, save that... Wow. That impulse is powerful. I hate those dreams though. They are more potent than what flesh seemingly can offer account. No amount of prayer is able to maintain celibacy at that point. Oh, I do try. Stand in front of an avalanche and pray, you'll get the idea. God just doesn't seem to want me to... forget. It sometimes takes me days to recover some semblance of control again. And if I am right and it is a sign of returning health, it will be a week or more to iron that with a Catholicized form of Zen again. *calm waters* Gah! *cool breezes* Gah! etc.
Still, it is funny too. I know what I am up against and why, for all my belief of their faults, I can't give up on women. I like women for many other reasons, and more so for those other reasons, even to include some of those faults. *impish grin* So if I can't handle this minor part of my love of the feminine... I just realize I was born to... seek them. I am even weakly strong enough to seek merely one at a time at this time, and have been even before I came to faith. It also suggests health is on the rebound. There is nothing like the buffalo stampede of my libido's return to know that, that's the power of love? The two go hand in hand, every time.
Oh, and I did put a load of laundry in and do a load of dishes yesterday. I completed neither task, but that is why I was given today. And, perhaps, more on top of that. It is time to begin living again I think. Digging out of my hibernation burrow is never easy, but I think, looking back on it, that is exactly what I have been doing, and trying to do. Keeping up on medicine as well as I have been able anyway has also made this more likely as it becomes possible. Hup! Good day.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Tricky? Of course.
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The sun is mostly out. There are clouds about, the sun is simply winning. It makes for a pleasant viewing experience. I am feeling better, thinking a bit more clearly, and just going about my day. I haven't been able to get going on much. I am stuck, a bit, on some prep for Burning Man.
With the outfit I would like to create in mind and view, I had a lot of things to consider. First, deciding whether to tie the netting myself or to buy it. Cost, time, and complexity all being factors. I did find a tutorial regarding creating netting. I even believe I have enough parachute cord on hand to do such. The complexity, and size, however... I may end up tinkering with creating netting, but I am not quite ready to try that, and in a timed event. I decided to buy netting after a lot of thinking, comparing, pricing. Next, choosing materials is an ongoing task. I do think cotton, of some sort, muslin being preferred, would work. At least as a lasting material, and if thin enough and layered correctly, a cool material. There are other cool materials, including rayon. The thing is, whatever fabric I choose, it also has to be malleable. That is some serious curling of the material going on, probably with the cloth on a serious bias so as to be 'sharp' at the ends. I suppose it could be roll-ironed, a technique I just made up from looking at the prototype. And to be honest, I made up the bias cut thing too, if some of it looks to just be attacked stringers. Hands on the thing would be better, but I don't have that luxury. And, how exactly do you ask a search engine how to roll cloth so as to produce a ghostly, or ghastly, shredded, smokey appearance? Well, okay, I know how to ask the software device, I just don't know how to ask so that I get a useful answer.
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The sun is mostly out. There are clouds about, the sun is simply winning. It makes for a pleasant viewing experience. I am feeling better, thinking a bit more clearly, and just going about my day. I haven't been able to get going on much. I am stuck, a bit, on some prep for Burning Man.
With the outfit I would like to create in mind and view, I had a lot of things to consider. First, deciding whether to tie the netting myself or to buy it. Cost, time, and complexity all being factors. I did find a tutorial regarding creating netting. I even believe I have enough parachute cord on hand to do such. The complexity, and size, however... I may end up tinkering with creating netting, but I am not quite ready to try that, and in a timed event. I decided to buy netting after a lot of thinking, comparing, pricing. Next, choosing materials is an ongoing task. I do think cotton, of some sort, muslin being preferred, would work. At least as a lasting material, and if thin enough and layered correctly, a cool material. There are other cool materials, including rayon. The thing is, whatever fabric I choose, it also has to be malleable. That is some serious curling of the material going on, probably with the cloth on a serious bias so as to be 'sharp' at the ends. I suppose it could be roll-ironed, a technique I just made up from looking at the prototype. And to be honest, I made up the bias cut thing too, if some of it looks to just be attacked stringers. Hands on the thing would be better, but I don't have that luxury. And, how exactly do you ask a search engine how to roll cloth so as to produce a ghostly, or ghastly, shredded, smokey appearance? Well, okay, I know how to ask the software device, I just don't know how to ask so that I get a useful answer.
To bed way late but up way early equals four?
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Ah well, there is a bit more to it. Isn't there always? Yesterday I napped. I had meant to take a typical, if rarely had, three hour nap. I even had the opportunity to suspend my sleep at three hours into it. Something told me to double down. I did, nearly. I'm not sure there was much real choice though. Another two hours in the sack roaster and this rooster was... well... done with the roaster if still not the cock of the walk. The nap helped me limp by. Not that it always means something in the next sleep cycle, but it can. Today it did. I think. I never really know.
More though, when I woke this morning, before my brain was working, I had already found pajamas... don't always wear them to bed. That conformity to norms or prudery or comfort or whatever your claims for it might be requires energy and a conscious will, save I suppose if you have everything laid out every day? Well, I didn't have it and don't do that, so of course not. Oh, and when I wake, for the last three to ten days or something, can't remember through the fog, I've been pretty much just wandering around in my socks, boxer briefs, and a grin on when I thought about it or one of you yahoos or some other bit of data made me grin. I remember hating to wear clothes until I was forced to do so for school. I still hate clothes, but I am now addicted. So, that says something. Anywhile... Further, right after the usual morning trip to return fluids to the wild, I made coffee. I was half way through making coffee when I just about shouted a cheer and jumped for joy. I really wanted to do so, but even on a good day, being that early, it just isn't there yet. I might do it later.
Why all the fuss, you ask? Because for some time now, my automatics have been down. What happened this morning was without thought, but what I wanted, and as it should but hasn't been. No, I suppose, you don't understand. And I pray, honestly, to God, that you never do. This doesn't mean a thing else will be done today. It doesn't mean a thing about tomorrow, whatever that might end up looking like. It only means, for an half hour, "it" worked.
What woke me, to my mind, was the end of a dream. I had gone to one of the Ivy Leagues. Unlike last time, without my last lady friend. This time they didn't have her to give away that I was conservative, Christian, or... whatever she told them that soured them. Until she did? I had been all but in. I stayed with a prof and his wife, and they had become enamored it seems. I thought I kept messing up in my answers, and personal questions, but I guess not. Whatever. It seems, other than politics and possibly religion, that I'm a natural to them. Oh, and I hadn't really wanted to get in, I had just wanted 'the nod'. Technically, even with my hard core lefty bump with, I got it. She just killed the game, jealousy and showing her up was too much for her weak ego. Two schools, actually, gave me the notion of the nod. My health, of course, wouldn't have allowed it. Money? If you go, it comes. Everybody knows that, save my lady friend. Then again, I think she feared losing me at the time. We were still... a thing. Jealous in more ways than one methinks.
Anyway, so I got in. And, being of the nature I am, it was actually noted that I took care of details, that I followed through, and that I did things correctly even if it was a bit humbling. I must have had a return to health. In any case, my actions were noted. My lead nemesis was... a pampered child, of an adult nature about my own age, kept doing some flash then dancing without care away from the project he had undertaken up to that point. I ended up well and truly winning that 'argument', socially, literally, academically. It was a beautiful thing. Yes, yes, all about war and contests and winning. But, to a degree, that is the gist of life, innit? Perhaps women are just generally blind to this in it's full context. Sympathy is fine, but not for the devil. Gifting the poor and needy is fine, but not the ones who choose that. You would think that would lead them to understand the why of some things, but often it just leads them deeper into contested areas and still with no clue. This too will be fixed by the weights of nature. If we lose they will end up in burqas. Actually, it probably has been settled, it just hasn't hit yet. Time. Sure wish I could take to wing... this will get ugly before, or if, it gets better. Governments have a way of doubling down on stupid to the blood cost of many. I will need, to my way of thinking, some mobility in order to... look for things.
So, a cup of joe, warm pj's, a quirky successful dream, and now to blog it all. Just in case it all slips from my weak grasp before I can fully enjoy it. The great tales of Heracles? Something. Oh, and I feel good. Body, mind, spirit. Still a bit shaky as I wake, as will always be the case probably. But I see, of flesh, and more than just flashes from the fog or memory. I see clearly... through shadow, fog, skin, flesh, bone, and right to the clean, I do, again. I am awake for the first time in...
Well, now to fully wake and get to something, perhaps. I couldn't have gone shooting yesterday. But it worked out I think. It was simply too cold for my friend to have wanted to go. It is probably too cold today. Until that front passes on, or a bit more. There were supposed to be cold winds from the north, north west, that push the thing along. That won't warm things, actually quite the opposite. Until it warms I can tinker in, on, about, and throughout the cave. And, I think, I will.
Ah, something I noticed last night. The tomatoes are already up! Nothing in the pepper area, but those take a long time to germinate, as long as two weeks for some of them. The hotter, for peppers it is said, the slower to germinate. Some of the tomatoes are as much as an inch high though. All very good!
Oh, and good morning. Hurry up and wake already. Shall we play a game? Be careful what you wish.
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Ah well, there is a bit more to it. Isn't there always? Yesterday I napped. I had meant to take a typical, if rarely had, three hour nap. I even had the opportunity to suspend my sleep at three hours into it. Something told me to double down. I did, nearly. I'm not sure there was much real choice though. Another two hours in the sack roaster and this rooster was... well... done with the roaster if still not the cock of the walk. The nap helped me limp by. Not that it always means something in the next sleep cycle, but it can. Today it did. I think. I never really know.
More though, when I woke this morning, before my brain was working, I had already found pajamas... don't always wear them to bed. That conformity to norms or prudery or comfort or whatever your claims for it might be requires energy and a conscious will, save I suppose if you have everything laid out every day? Well, I didn't have it and don't do that, so of course not. Oh, and when I wake, for the last three to ten days or something, can't remember through the fog, I've been pretty much just wandering around in my socks, boxer briefs, and a grin on when I thought about it or one of you yahoos or some other bit of data made me grin. I remember hating to wear clothes until I was forced to do so for school. I still hate clothes, but I am now addicted. So, that says something. Anywhile... Further, right after the usual morning trip to return fluids to the wild, I made coffee. I was half way through making coffee when I just about shouted a cheer and jumped for joy. I really wanted to do so, but even on a good day, being that early, it just isn't there yet. I might do it later.
Why all the fuss, you ask? Because for some time now, my automatics have been down. What happened this morning was without thought, but what I wanted, and as it should but hasn't been. No, I suppose, you don't understand. And I pray, honestly, to God, that you never do. This doesn't mean a thing else will be done today. It doesn't mean a thing about tomorrow, whatever that might end up looking like. It only means, for an half hour, "it" worked.
What woke me, to my mind, was the end of a dream. I had gone to one of the Ivy Leagues. Unlike last time, without my last lady friend. This time they didn't have her to give away that I was conservative, Christian, or... whatever she told them that soured them. Until she did? I had been all but in. I stayed with a prof and his wife, and they had become enamored it seems. I thought I kept messing up in my answers, and personal questions, but I guess not. Whatever. It seems, other than politics and possibly religion, that I'm a natural to them. Oh, and I hadn't really wanted to get in, I had just wanted 'the nod'. Technically, even with my hard core lefty bump with, I got it. She just killed the game, jealousy and showing her up was too much for her weak ego. Two schools, actually, gave me the notion of the nod. My health, of course, wouldn't have allowed it. Money? If you go, it comes. Everybody knows that, save my lady friend. Then again, I think she feared losing me at the time. We were still... a thing. Jealous in more ways than one methinks.
Anyway, so I got in. And, being of the nature I am, it was actually noted that I took care of details, that I followed through, and that I did things correctly even if it was a bit humbling. I must have had a return to health. In any case, my actions were noted. My lead nemesis was... a pampered child, of an adult nature about my own age, kept doing some flash then dancing without care away from the project he had undertaken up to that point. I ended up well and truly winning that 'argument', socially, literally, academically. It was a beautiful thing. Yes, yes, all about war and contests and winning. But, to a degree, that is the gist of life, innit? Perhaps women are just generally blind to this in it's full context. Sympathy is fine, but not for the devil. Gifting the poor and needy is fine, but not the ones who choose that. You would think that would lead them to understand the why of some things, but often it just leads them deeper into contested areas and still with no clue. This too will be fixed by the weights of nature. If we lose they will end up in burqas. Actually, it probably has been settled, it just hasn't hit yet. Time. Sure wish I could take to wing... this will get ugly before, or if, it gets better. Governments have a way of doubling down on stupid to the blood cost of many. I will need, to my way of thinking, some mobility in order to... look for things.
So, a cup of joe, warm pj's, a quirky successful dream, and now to blog it all. Just in case it all slips from my weak grasp before I can fully enjoy it. The great tales of Heracles? Something. Oh, and I feel good. Body, mind, spirit. Still a bit shaky as I wake, as will always be the case probably. But I see, of flesh, and more than just flashes from the fog or memory. I see clearly... through shadow, fog, skin, flesh, bone, and right to the clean, I do, again. I am awake for the first time in...
Well, now to fully wake and get to something, perhaps. I couldn't have gone shooting yesterday. But it worked out I think. It was simply too cold for my friend to have wanted to go. It is probably too cold today. Until that front passes on, or a bit more. There were supposed to be cold winds from the north, north west, that push the thing along. That won't warm things, actually quite the opposite. Until it warms I can tinker in, on, about, and throughout the cave. And, I think, I will.
Ah, something I noticed last night. The tomatoes are already up! Nothing in the pepper area, but those take a long time to germinate, as long as two weeks for some of them. The hotter, for peppers it is said, the slower to germinate. Some of the tomatoes are as much as an inch high though. All very good!
Oh, and good morning. Hurry up and wake already. Shall we play a game? Be careful what you wish.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
A project. One you might be able to assist?
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No, no, I don't need money. Well, who doesn't need, or at least want, money. Just... What I need, from you? Hold your horses, I'm getting to it.
As I have mentioned, I am planning on attending Burning man. There is much planning and prep that must take place, on the practical side. To be honest I have most of that squared, owned or designed in through time. However, on the other side, I don't have anything to wear. Mostly, mind you, I will just be in simple garb. Jeans, shorts, t-shirts, and even polos. For the most part I yam what I sweet potato. Between heat, wind, sand/dirt, and rain, I won't be taking my finery... what humble and little of that I have anyway. Yet I would like to do something a little different.
I have been thinking on it. Sure, I suppose, if I wanted to square things out and push things financially, I could go hog-crazy and buy a ton of various gear, most of which would not end up being worn and would most likely simply add to the wash when I got home and for no good purpose. However, for an occasional distraction, I would like to make something. My sewing machine has not been repaired yet, and even if so my skills are not yet up to par to begin spitting out anything probably up to the event. Hmm...
While looking through the internet for something on face paint, war paint, camo designs, and such, I hit on something totally bizzarro. I saw... potential. Then I considered what I had at first been seeking, and a connection came to the fore. Of course I would not buy a, probably, expensive designer thing. However, such a design would work well on a ghillie suit format, and I have been considering building a ghillie suit otherwise. This one would also need a torn cape and shell-hat-hoodie sort of thing. So... I could both practice and actually make something for Burning Man in one fell swoop? Why... yes I could! Further, with just a bit of attention, as I am modest, it might be made to be a very cool and cooling (physically) device. Oh, many think black is the wrong color to wear in heat. There are many a desert dweller who would disagree. It is a matter, to a degree, of design, and perhaps material.
This is where you might be able to help. Of what material do you think that garment was made? Would that material hold up well to high desert heat, wind, potentially rain? Just so long as it doesn't become litter, or worse deteriorate in days, I don't fear much else. If I had to guess, I would say Rayon, crinkle(d)? I know that shrinks in a hot dryer, but in the desert? What materials would work well, otherwise? Can you help? Uhrm, I think I'll stick with my knee high engineering boots, however. Just... I have my limits. No Elf gear. *hrumph!*
I also saw something my co-adventurer might want to replicate? A reasonable take on a favored show? I could see him, maybe, doing that.
Yes, yes, silly, to be sure. But it is something to do. I will get some experience making ghillie suits. And it will keep me out of trouble, or just out of bed these days. Good night.
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No, no, I don't need money. Well, who doesn't need, or at least want, money. Just... What I need, from you? Hold your horses, I'm getting to it.
As I have mentioned, I am planning on attending Burning man. There is much planning and prep that must take place, on the practical side. To be honest I have most of that squared, owned or designed in through time. However, on the other side, I don't have anything to wear. Mostly, mind you, I will just be in simple garb. Jeans, shorts, t-shirts, and even polos. For the most part I yam what I sweet potato. Between heat, wind, sand/dirt, and rain, I won't be taking my finery... what humble and little of that I have anyway. Yet I would like to do something a little different.
I have been thinking on it. Sure, I suppose, if I wanted to square things out and push things financially, I could go hog-crazy and buy a ton of various gear, most of which would not end up being worn and would most likely simply add to the wash when I got home and for no good purpose. However, for an occasional distraction, I would like to make something. My sewing machine has not been repaired yet, and even if so my skills are not yet up to par to begin spitting out anything probably up to the event. Hmm...
While looking through the internet for something on face paint, war paint, camo designs, and such, I hit on something totally bizzarro. I saw... potential. Then I considered what I had at first been seeking, and a connection came to the fore. Of course I would not buy a, probably, expensive designer thing. However, such a design would work well on a ghillie suit format, and I have been considering building a ghillie suit otherwise. This one would also need a torn cape and shell-hat-hoodie sort of thing. So... I could both practice and actually make something for Burning Man in one fell swoop? Why... yes I could! Further, with just a bit of attention, as I am modest, it might be made to be a very cool and cooling (physically) device. Oh, many think black is the wrong color to wear in heat. There are many a desert dweller who would disagree. It is a matter, to a degree, of design, and perhaps material.
This is where you might be able to help. Of what material do you think that garment was made? Would that material hold up well to high desert heat, wind, potentially rain? Just so long as it doesn't become litter, or worse deteriorate in days, I don't fear much else. If I had to guess, I would say Rayon, crinkle(d)? I know that shrinks in a hot dryer, but in the desert? What materials would work well, otherwise? Can you help? Uhrm, I think I'll stick with my knee high engineering boots, however. Just... I have my limits. No Elf gear. *hrumph!*
I also saw something my co-adventurer might want to replicate? A reasonable take on a favored show? I could see him, maybe, doing that.
Yes, yes, silly, to be sure. But it is something to do. I will get some experience making ghillie suits. And it will keep me out of trouble, or just out of bed these days. Good night.
The Judgment.
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This judging is trickier. More options, fewer constraints, no tricks, and I have a soft spot... or more. Do wine and women count? Uhrm, how about song? Yeah, yeah, I've become cloistered by health and a bit by faith, but it doesn't mean... never mind. Anyway, these are among my many and splendid soft spots. Wild, "ugly", furry, and finned. I've had some call to know some rather regular on to radical little and big fellow beasts. But more, I have sympathy with the love others share with the creatures they have met. I can't pick on that basis. And more, haiku rules, when limited, eliminates technical judging for the most part. This time it comes down to those unknown factors that rule a man's heart and mind. Genetic? How one was raised? Or created whole cloth once one cuts the apron strings and escapes school? I think that latter, for me, almost certainly.
I have narrowed the list to my favorite per person. This task itself was no easy task. Like any difficult job though, you just do your best. I was looking for posts that evinced some mental imagery or feeling that was unique among the others. Tomorrow it might well be different, but for right now I am rock solid on it. I think. All fun and games until you are judging haiku!
serendipity (I almost did your peregrine falcon poem, just so you know Doom isn't asleep)
Seven springs they’ve come.
Lord and lady from far lands.
Demanding henscratch.
My heart runs ahead
On four feet, chasing the clouds.
Sleeping in the sun.
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foam
Slumbered, unaware ...
Startled! "What?" .. Sideways glare finds
Clawed cat perched on hip ...
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becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
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fishy
Horrid Chihuahua
Became Mom's favorite child
Winter solstice blues
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Fleurdeleo
Uninvited guest.
Gluetrap, blunt force or poison?
I turn a blind eye.
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BlazngScarlet
Deep, soulful brown eyes
Pierced my wintry March heart
Forever you're home
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Karl
Warm water returns
Friends come to visit, seek food
Provide or become
---------------------------------
Rafael
Huntress preys no more
Eight lives down; just one to go
licks her WOUND instead
I was going to do honorable mention. But you all got it, so... like... why? Seriously. I'm doing this half asleep, if I slept on it so it was there, I did the first honorable mention doodad, copied it, and started pasting it. I got halfway down the list and just had to laugh as I realized the problem as I was about to paste the doodad on the next haiku poem too.
So, who gets the nod? Congratulations becca.
becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
My lawyer suggests I add that; this contest is nonrefundable; that I am not, and not required to be, fair according to anyone's written, considered, unspoken, or other notions of what that means save my own; and that all decisions rendered by this panel of one and a half (been called Tiny and Slim just because people are a bit dim or think they are funny mind you) are final. Bribery does work, if you wish to keep that in mind. Of course, none of you have my address, and if you found it and contacted me the creep factor might make the bribe attempt prohibitively expensive, but that's just a side note to a side note.
Now go out and have some fun!
.
This judging is trickier. More options, fewer constraints, no tricks, and I have a soft spot... or more. Do wine and women count? Uhrm, how about song? Yeah, yeah, I've become cloistered by health and a bit by faith, but it doesn't mean... never mind. Anyway, these are among my many and splendid soft spots. Wild, "ugly", furry, and finned. I've had some call to know some rather regular on to radical little and big fellow beasts. But more, I have sympathy with the love others share with the creatures they have met. I can't pick on that basis. And more, haiku rules, when limited, eliminates technical judging for the most part. This time it comes down to those unknown factors that rule a man's heart and mind. Genetic? How one was raised? Or created whole cloth once one cuts the apron strings and escapes school? I think that latter, for me, almost certainly.
I have narrowed the list to my favorite per person. This task itself was no easy task. Like any difficult job though, you just do your best. I was looking for posts that evinced some mental imagery or feeling that was unique among the others. Tomorrow it might well be different, but for right now I am rock solid on it. I think. All fun and games until you are judging haiku!
serendipity (I almost did your peregrine falcon poem, just so you know Doom isn't asleep)
Seven springs they’ve come.
Lord and lady from far lands.
Demanding henscratch.
---------------------------------
Michael W.My heart runs ahead
On four feet, chasing the clouds.
Sleeping in the sun.
---------------------------------
foam
Slumbered, unaware ...
Startled! "What?" .. Sideways glare finds
Clawed cat perched on hip ...
---------------------------------
becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
---------------------------------
fishy
Horrid Chihuahua
Became Mom's favorite child
Winter solstice blues
---------------------------------
Fleurdeleo
Uninvited guest.
Gluetrap, blunt force or poison?
I turn a blind eye.
---------------------------------
BlazngScarlet
Deep, soulful brown eyes
Pierced my wintry March heart
Forever you're home
---------------------------------
Karl
Warm water returns
Friends come to visit, seek food
Provide or become
---------------------------------
Rafael
Huntress preys no more
Eight lives down; just one to go
licks her WOUND instead
I was going to do honorable mention. But you all got it, so... like... why? Seriously. I'm doing this half asleep, if I slept on it so it was there, I did the first honorable mention doodad, copied it, and started pasting it. I got halfway down the list and just had to laugh as I realized the problem as I was about to paste the doodad on the next haiku poem too.
So, who gets the nod? Congratulations becca.
becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
My lawyer suggests I add that; this contest is nonrefundable; that I am not, and not required to be, fair according to anyone's written, considered, unspoken, or other notions of what that means save my own; and that all decisions rendered by this panel of one and a half (been called Tiny and Slim just because people are a bit dim or think they are funny mind you) are final. Bribery does work, if you wish to keep that in mind. Of course, none of you have my address, and if you found it and contacted me the creep factor might make the bribe attempt prohibitively expensive, but that's just a side note to a side note.
Now go out and have some fun!
Haiku - Delicate Companions
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Life is hard. But with that comes contrast. While we fight, and hunt, we do this as much for survival as we do it for those who tend us and cannot do those things. To defend the defenseless, to protect our heritage and genetic pool and kin, to feed. For much of human history, certainly in harder times, our emphasis was focused on other humans, our peoples from among the many peoples. As life improved, at stages in history and certainly as it is now in America, we have been gifted with the wealth needed to extend our care, concern, love to other peoples and many types of animals. If perhaps we... go too far at times.
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Life is hard. But with that comes contrast. While we fight, and hunt, we do this as much for survival as we do it for those who tend us and cannot do those things. To defend the defenseless, to protect our heritage and genetic pool and kin, to feed. For much of human history, certainly in harder times, our emphasis was focused on other humans, our peoples from among the many peoples. As life improved, at stages in history and certainly as it is now in America, we have been gifted with the wealth needed to extend our care, concern, love to other peoples and many types of animals. If perhaps we... go too far at times.
What in the world?
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I am getting a bit peeved. Every time I think I am about to emerge from hibernation something beats me on the head and down I go. I don't ever even get a good look at what it is. For all I know they built a highway over my foxhole and traffic is heavy. These last few days of an extremely crushing period is probably caused by a cold front that came through, then camped about mid-state, if I had to guess. Medicine is not helping. And the weather, for a few days that seemed like forever, took a hard cast. Gray. Clouds. Cold.
On my own there is little I can do. Even with someone here, these times would still be a little difficult. The thing is, with another human around, I can sometimes... bet set up for work. When I can't think, others can for me. When I am on it, though, instinct or something takes over and I just do, and do fairly well. Keeping on task can be an issue, but not a serious one with a little... attention... for the longer tasks, unless I plainly know what I am doing or get into the task. It is remembering, after a break, to get back to it. As I said, I amazed my mother, and that was off medicines. On medicine, at least usually, I am a rather easy 'tool', and can be handy with my own initiatives on top of being useful otherwise, if I am in agreement with the task(s) themselves or in accord on their need. Now, when the body is down, I can work, just a little slower at times, with some assistance getting started. Work can help bring me up for a while. Too much, too long, too fast, too hard, and I will sneak away eventually. Somewhere to sleep.
Right now both mind and body are a bit of an issue. I was rather pleased to have been able to do, then keep up a bit, on the haiku contest. No, it isn't difficult, in a way. But it is, too, in a way. It is demanding in the mind... and spirit? Something. Judging, supporting the writers, thinking and reacting, but the enjoyment is a freebie, or reimbursement? As if the other aspects needed it. I consider the whole thing fun, if a little draining. The good thing about haiku this time is that I needed something to prevent a complete collapse and it provided that. I had to check days and times over and over, just to remember what day to do what, how to slice in other posts, and such. You have no idea how on top of my dismal game I had to stay just to get things done and time and order them well. And yet, that is exactly what I needed, right when I needed it. God isn't stingy that way.
I have had some ask how I can worship a God who allows my weakness, illness, near death reality. It is actually quite simple. My initial invitation to walk this walk came after my illness had pretty much dominated my life and for some time, and was rebuffed for some great time. It wasn't for my illness that I decided to worship, but almost or literally in spite of it. Actually, in looking back on it, my illness is probably why I am here, and more whole, so as even to have been given such an opportunity. Had I continued my life 'my way' I would either be dead of flesh or dead of spirit, very possibly irrevocably. I didn't see it then, couldn't. No eyes to see, nor ears to hear. There is even a chance now, that should I find my legs again, I might... be very tempted to return to my old ways. How illness can be medicine for the spirit is just one of those things you may have to trust me regarding. Hubris, pride, rage, and others, swept away by a humbling reality. I like to think that if I got better these things would not again dominate though. There is time yet to know the truth, and a possibility.
Never mind. I am just hoping life picks up a bit. It's not all bad, it just isn't what I need right now. I have... so many things to do! Hup! Good day.
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I am getting a bit peeved. Every time I think I am about to emerge from hibernation something beats me on the head and down I go. I don't ever even get a good look at what it is. For all I know they built a highway over my foxhole and traffic is heavy. These last few days of an extremely crushing period is probably caused by a cold front that came through, then camped about mid-state, if I had to guess. Medicine is not helping. And the weather, for a few days that seemed like forever, took a hard cast. Gray. Clouds. Cold.
On my own there is little I can do. Even with someone here, these times would still be a little difficult. The thing is, with another human around, I can sometimes... bet set up for work. When I can't think, others can for me. When I am on it, though, instinct or something takes over and I just do, and do fairly well. Keeping on task can be an issue, but not a serious one with a little... attention... for the longer tasks, unless I plainly know what I am doing or get into the task. It is remembering, after a break, to get back to it. As I said, I amazed my mother, and that was off medicines. On medicine, at least usually, I am a rather easy 'tool', and can be handy with my own initiatives on top of being useful otherwise, if I am in agreement with the task(s) themselves or in accord on their need. Now, when the body is down, I can work, just a little slower at times, with some assistance getting started. Work can help bring me up for a while. Too much, too long, too fast, too hard, and I will sneak away eventually. Somewhere to sleep.
Right now both mind and body are a bit of an issue. I was rather pleased to have been able to do, then keep up a bit, on the haiku contest. No, it isn't difficult, in a way. But it is, too, in a way. It is demanding in the mind... and spirit? Something. Judging, supporting the writers, thinking and reacting, but the enjoyment is a freebie, or reimbursement? As if the other aspects needed it. I consider the whole thing fun, if a little draining. The good thing about haiku this time is that I needed something to prevent a complete collapse and it provided that. I had to check days and times over and over, just to remember what day to do what, how to slice in other posts, and such. You have no idea how on top of my dismal game I had to stay just to get things done and time and order them well. And yet, that is exactly what I needed, right when I needed it. God isn't stingy that way.
I have had some ask how I can worship a God who allows my weakness, illness, near death reality. It is actually quite simple. My initial invitation to walk this walk came after my illness had pretty much dominated my life and for some time, and was rebuffed for some great time. It wasn't for my illness that I decided to worship, but almost or literally in spite of it. Actually, in looking back on it, my illness is probably why I am here, and more whole, so as even to have been given such an opportunity. Had I continued my life 'my way' I would either be dead of flesh or dead of spirit, very possibly irrevocably. I didn't see it then, couldn't. No eyes to see, nor ears to hear. There is even a chance now, that should I find my legs again, I might... be very tempted to return to my old ways. How illness can be medicine for the spirit is just one of those things you may have to trust me regarding. Hubris, pride, rage, and others, swept away by a humbling reality. I like to think that if I got better these things would not again dominate though. There is time yet to know the truth, and a possibility.
Never mind. I am just hoping life picks up a bit. It's not all bad, it just isn't what I need right now. I have... so many things to do! Hup! Good day.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Oh goody.
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Done, done, done, and done. Good, bad, ugly, call me what you will, I did a few things that make my inner side smile.
I did get those seeds planted. As is typical, the project took far longer than what I thought. Not that I had thought out how much time it would take, only that I didn't think it COULD take that long. The little netted soil pockets the seeds go into have to be watered, then allowed to expand. I used tap water for the first set of them, though I changed to water from the reverse osmosis machine for the rest, fearing the soft water being a salt would prohibit growth! I'll find out soon enough, if the jalapeno seeds don't sprout, assuming the others do sprout that is. And, I heated the water as I found cool and room temperature water just doesn't do the trick. Not too hot though, so it took time to heat the water, then let it cool enough for my... tastes? Mind you, I'm making much of this up as I go along. I have a bunch of leftover seed. I am thinking of spading a little patch near the house and just seeing if I plant whether anything will make it. Give life a chance, I say.
After the soil packs expanded about five to tenfold, I then had to rip open each pocket, fluff the soil enough to take the seeds, then carefully put the three seeds I used in each potting solution down in, and cover the seeds, without putting too much soil over them, or packing. It's a bit of a delicate maneuver and I have ogre sized hands. I'm thinking, next time, I may well use tweezers. While it is far faster to just drop the three seeds, which I will still do, tinkering with almost any device to plant the seed down takes a lot more time than tweezers would allow. I didn't use all of the seed bedding coins, even from just one of the three trays I bought (actually five trays, two of them are larger sized, used for tomatoes, of which I only used half of those coins in one of those trays). I had no idea how many trays to buy. It's all experimental, as I suggested. Done!
About two thirds through that project, my neighbor called. The barrels he needed help with were in. On top of that, he gave me an half hour heads up, so I was able to bust the routine, do a few things, get a shower in, and be ready! I can't say I was Superman. But those were four hundred pound barrels of fluid. Fluid dynamics plus mass made for an interesting process. I can't say I did great. I will say I didn't stroke out or have a heart attack. And I did move some number of them and helped with others. I think the younger guys might have had the edge. My neighbor certainly did. If too, he has had some practice with it. Yes, practice with the barrels will allow you to use your head more than your body. Still, his strength, too, is greater. I am pleased. It was a test. And it was a gift. I have suggested he can now, safely, ask me for help any time on such projects. The one thing? Next time I am taking water. As I wear down, if I drink, I can... or used to... revive well. It helps, in any case. Just a nip, as I go, might even work. Yes, it pushed me right to my limit. But that's... not a bad limit, all else given.
When I returned, I noticed I had been called. My mother and my friend. So, I called my mother. She is visiting my brother, but her phone was forgotten at home and she doesn't like to tie up my brother's phones or... something. Her phone must have arrived. Her phone, like her car, offer her freedom. I suppose I understand that for a very social woman. All was good, which, in these times, is more than good enough. Next I called my friend. I knew he wanted to go shooting, but I figured the barrels would be in from a talk with my neighbor recently. And with the planting being required today on top of it, that wasn't possible. He doesn't want to shoot this weekend, he says, and is probably right, that all public shooting stations will be busy. He did procure 9 mm and .38 super ammunition, but at an horrific cost. It's scary out there for that now. His brother will be visiting Monday, so how about Tuesday he queries. I suggested that I would call Monday afternoon to set it up, and I will... Lord help me. I just hope I'm not lame. Done.
Finally, with haiku, I was not sure how to... do things. I try to keep haiku pure. Which means I prefer that to be the top post. I don't want haiku'ers scared off by the rest of the Doom files. Yes, I suppose they aren't delicate. But some minds... well... I'm not for those who want or need to live only in the sublime, or at least demand the alternatives to... what is happening on the ground. This is the way of two thirds of the population, plus, if I had to guess. No offense, just the way of it. However, I still want to post. So... I wanted to figure out how to "bump" the haiku post. Well, that and limiting the page to two posts, should do the trick, save for the curious. But the curious are used to mouse traps by now. :p An half hour of digging and nothing about Blogger. But an article, or forum post, or something... regarding WordPress kept showing up. Finally, just to take a break I suspected, I looked at that offering.
Something about something about editing the time stamp. Okay, but that is WordPress. Does Blogger offer that? A bit of digging. In WP, you can do that right on the page (or so the advise suggested). Not so with Blogger, or I didn't figure it out. What about in the edit section of the post listing under/on/in the dashboard? A bit of tinkering and... voila! I can now alter the time stamp so as to keep the haiku post on top while continuing to post a personal blog in an easy to find format. Changing the settings to allow for two posts on the front page, and I have an easy to view personal update or thought themed post, plus the haiku page right 'chere. Done.
So hush your pie hole, I'm... getting to things. :p *doing the Doom dance like a drunk Wookie* How about a little mood music? Later.
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Done, done, done, and done. Good, bad, ugly, call me what you will, I did a few things that make my inner side smile.
I did get those seeds planted. As is typical, the project took far longer than what I thought. Not that I had thought out how much time it would take, only that I didn't think it COULD take that long. The little netted soil pockets the seeds go into have to be watered, then allowed to expand. I used tap water for the first set of them, though I changed to water from the reverse osmosis machine for the rest, fearing the soft water being a salt would prohibit growth! I'll find out soon enough, if the jalapeno seeds don't sprout, assuming the others do sprout that is. And, I heated the water as I found cool and room temperature water just doesn't do the trick. Not too hot though, so it took time to heat the water, then let it cool enough for my... tastes? Mind you, I'm making much of this up as I go along. I have a bunch of leftover seed. I am thinking of spading a little patch near the house and just seeing if I plant whether anything will make it. Give life a chance, I say.
After the soil packs expanded about five to tenfold, I then had to rip open each pocket, fluff the soil enough to take the seeds, then carefully put the three seeds I used in each potting solution down in, and cover the seeds, without putting too much soil over them, or packing. It's a bit of a delicate maneuver and I have ogre sized hands. I'm thinking, next time, I may well use tweezers. While it is far faster to just drop the three seeds, which I will still do, tinkering with almost any device to plant the seed down takes a lot more time than tweezers would allow. I didn't use all of the seed bedding coins, even from just one of the three trays I bought (actually five trays, two of them are larger sized, used for tomatoes, of which I only used half of those coins in one of those trays). I had no idea how many trays to buy. It's all experimental, as I suggested. Done!
About two thirds through that project, my neighbor called. The barrels he needed help with were in. On top of that, he gave me an half hour heads up, so I was able to bust the routine, do a few things, get a shower in, and be ready! I can't say I was Superman. But those were four hundred pound barrels of fluid. Fluid dynamics plus mass made for an interesting process. I can't say I did great. I will say I didn't stroke out or have a heart attack. And I did move some number of them and helped with others. I think the younger guys might have had the edge. My neighbor certainly did. If too, he has had some practice with it. Yes, practice with the barrels will allow you to use your head more than your body. Still, his strength, too, is greater. I am pleased. It was a test. And it was a gift. I have suggested he can now, safely, ask me for help any time on such projects. The one thing? Next time I am taking water. As I wear down, if I drink, I can... or used to... revive well. It helps, in any case. Just a nip, as I go, might even work. Yes, it pushed me right to my limit. But that's... not a bad limit, all else given.
When I returned, I noticed I had been called. My mother and my friend. So, I called my mother. She is visiting my brother, but her phone was forgotten at home and she doesn't like to tie up my brother's phones or... something. Her phone must have arrived. Her phone, like her car, offer her freedom. I suppose I understand that for a very social woman. All was good, which, in these times, is more than good enough. Next I called my friend. I knew he wanted to go shooting, but I figured the barrels would be in from a talk with my neighbor recently. And with the planting being required today on top of it, that wasn't possible. He doesn't want to shoot this weekend, he says, and is probably right, that all public shooting stations will be busy. He did procure 9 mm and .38 super ammunition, but at an horrific cost. It's scary out there for that now. His brother will be visiting Monday, so how about Tuesday he queries. I suggested that I would call Monday afternoon to set it up, and I will... Lord help me. I just hope I'm not lame. Done.
Finally, with haiku, I was not sure how to... do things. I try to keep haiku pure. Which means I prefer that to be the top post. I don't want haiku'ers scared off by the rest of the Doom files. Yes, I suppose they aren't delicate. But some minds... well... I'm not for those who want or need to live only in the sublime, or at least demand the alternatives to... what is happening on the ground. This is the way of two thirds of the population, plus, if I had to guess. No offense, just the way of it. However, I still want to post. So... I wanted to figure out how to "bump" the haiku post. Well, that and limiting the page to two posts, should do the trick, save for the curious. But the curious are used to mouse traps by now. :p An half hour of digging and nothing about Blogger. But an article, or forum post, or something... regarding WordPress kept showing up. Finally, just to take a break I suspected, I looked at that offering.
Something about something about editing the time stamp. Okay, but that is WordPress. Does Blogger offer that? A bit of digging. In WP, you can do that right on the page (or so the advise suggested). Not so with Blogger, or I didn't figure it out. What about in the edit section of the post listing under/on/in the dashboard? A bit of tinkering and... voila! I can now alter the time stamp so as to keep the haiku post on top while continuing to post a personal blog in an easy to find format. Changing the settings to allow for two posts on the front page, and I have an easy to view personal update or thought themed post, plus the haiku page right 'chere. Done.
So hush your pie hole, I'm... getting to things. :p *doing the Doom dance like a drunk Wookie* How about a little mood music? Later.
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