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Not sure why I fuss. Not knowing. Still, I suppose it all looks sort of interesting.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
A bit at a time.
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The dishes were kicked out, and are simply soaking in a hot tub. It's the way I do things. A load of laundry was put in, when I started the dishes, but it won't be done for another 15 minutes. Yeah, I'm watching. When the laundry is done, I'll change loads through, finish the dishes, and begin making a meal. After that, a bit of a break to digest, then maybe later one more load and a couple of scouting trips through various of my caches in order to try to locate the goods. I figure I can have the dishes and laundry done, be as geared as I can be, and have the kitchen read for a bit of honing by Monday, perhaps by tomorrow afternoon. Finding a couple of items is turning into a real pain. Then again, I was able to find many items from a rather long and disparate list, looking here, there, and everywhere else. There is some hope.
The weather is putting a dampener on things. While the clouds are high, they are thick. It isn't extremely dark, the day just lacks that "umph" that the sun gives it. And yet, for a day of ease, it is a good thing. Further, I need to be prepared for that. Rain or shine, I may get out and take strolls in whatever comes my way. I simply refuse to be a delicate flower. Beyond that, I actually prefer cooler days to begin getting in shape. I have never minded rain or snow, if because of the limits of my one outdoor friend, and my own up to now, there has been little incentive to get out in inclement weather. I'm actually hoping that at least one, but more two, of my days out this coming week, will be during suspect weather conditions. I'm suspect, it should be too! I just need one day of shine, or moderate warmth anyway, to help get my friend out. He's not a baby, just coddled by the limits of his conditions, at this point.
Beside being a day of rest, and that I am enjoying the cool that comes with the clouds, the view is still fantastic. Snow covered mountains afar, green grass and growing things near, and... life is good. Hmm... laundry should about be ready. I always set the time long, because sometimes the machine takes it's time, and the "time suggestion" on the machine is always short. And I like beating alarms. Later.
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I decided to put the musty load through, the one that had been left in the washing machine. It's smelling just a bit better. Still, I did a prewash and extra rinse, something else, using as hot of water as allowed, adding vinegar to every rinse and wash. Lots of vinegar. After that I will wash it again, depending on how it smells, at least one more time. Whatever. The last wash will be just soap, though an extra rinse will be added. I could smell the must, but I could even smell the old vinegar, from the first wash, on it. Not exactly a good pairing, by the way. Nothing like having something (vinegar) singe your nose, waking it up to what otherwise might have been easy to notice then stop smelling. Once singed by the vinegar, the musty scent then invades.
I also did a bit more digging and found one of my shaving brushes, the travel kit one. I had remembered it as being smaller. It is in excellent condition, as it is in a brass travel tube. There is a very small air hole, which actually probably allowed it to stay in better condition. I would still like to find my other brush. A couple of brushes allows a day to air out and dry well, maybe even several brushes would be better. But, for now, I just need one. I still can't find the water purifier. I'll just keep at it, looking in what seems like a new spot, or three, every time I get up to check the laundry, do a spot of kitchen work, or what have you. I'm... on it. Worst case I will simply have to go without it.
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Finally! I found the water purifier. Though I am probably going to look online for an inline charcoal filter addition. It just... it's one more layer. I hope my ability to handle bad things stays with me as I try this thing out. Who really knows how good it actually is at getting bad stuff out. Sure, there are tests, and averages, and this, and that. But when it comes right down to it, even if it removes 99% of bad things, lets just say all bad things, that means every sip is a risk. River or lake water, a spring, it just doesn't matter. Some of those are as toxic as any poison you can drink, naturally. You can't even always tell by the flora or fauna in or near it, as they may have adapted or learned so leave it along, leaving no trace. Never mind, it is multiple layers of surety, just not complete. I understand this. I also found my drybag, for clothes. That is just another sort of layer of protection. Even my rain pants will go in there. I'm not sure how good the poncho is. It's one of those cloth seeming ones. So I might take a rain jacket as well, at least until I know if the poncho will hold.
Laundry should be about ready to check. It took a very long time, since I hit every pre and post option, three in total, plus cranked everything up to wash extra long that the machine allowed. A sniff test, to see if the odor is gone. If not, another long wash, adding baking soda to the mix. But then that will be it. After that it will get soap, and an extra long run, pre-wash, and extra rinse. Then it goes into the drier and that is that. I simply won't fuss with it anymore. Since I haven't done this in five, actually more like nine, years, I'm chalking it up as a freak accident. My health was pretty nasty this winter, and dosing up seemed to worsen things before it brought improvements. So I'm not going to worry about it the more.
Supper was made. Beef, cream of mushroom, cream, sour cream, cheddar cheese, and noodles. It was pretty tasty. I had to add all the extra fats because when I bought the mushroom mix, I didn't see that it was half the fat! Fixed it! Fuckers. Keep that damned artificial stuff off the damned shelves. I don't want fake stuff. God only knows what they put in it to make it halfway edible, but I doubt if He would approve. Evil morons trying to run the world, and us into the grave, is what all that is about. And I'll truck none of it.
Later.
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The dishes were kicked out, and are simply soaking in a hot tub. It's the way I do things. A load of laundry was put in, when I started the dishes, but it won't be done for another 15 minutes. Yeah, I'm watching. When the laundry is done, I'll change loads through, finish the dishes, and begin making a meal. After that, a bit of a break to digest, then maybe later one more load and a couple of scouting trips through various of my caches in order to try to locate the goods. I figure I can have the dishes and laundry done, be as geared as I can be, and have the kitchen read for a bit of honing by Monday, perhaps by tomorrow afternoon. Finding a couple of items is turning into a real pain. Then again, I was able to find many items from a rather long and disparate list, looking here, there, and everywhere else. There is some hope.
The weather is putting a dampener on things. While the clouds are high, they are thick. It isn't extremely dark, the day just lacks that "umph" that the sun gives it. And yet, for a day of ease, it is a good thing. Further, I need to be prepared for that. Rain or shine, I may get out and take strolls in whatever comes my way. I simply refuse to be a delicate flower. Beyond that, I actually prefer cooler days to begin getting in shape. I have never minded rain or snow, if because of the limits of my one outdoor friend, and my own up to now, there has been little incentive to get out in inclement weather. I'm actually hoping that at least one, but more two, of my days out this coming week, will be during suspect weather conditions. I'm suspect, it should be too! I just need one day of shine, or moderate warmth anyway, to help get my friend out. He's not a baby, just coddled by the limits of his conditions, at this point.
Beside being a day of rest, and that I am enjoying the cool that comes with the clouds, the view is still fantastic. Snow covered mountains afar, green grass and growing things near, and... life is good. Hmm... laundry should about be ready. I always set the time long, because sometimes the machine takes it's time, and the "time suggestion" on the machine is always short. And I like beating alarms. Later.
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I decided to put the musty load through, the one that had been left in the washing machine. It's smelling just a bit better. Still, I did a prewash and extra rinse, something else, using as hot of water as allowed, adding vinegar to every rinse and wash. Lots of vinegar. After that I will wash it again, depending on how it smells, at least one more time. Whatever. The last wash will be just soap, though an extra rinse will be added. I could smell the must, but I could even smell the old vinegar, from the first wash, on it. Not exactly a good pairing, by the way. Nothing like having something (vinegar) singe your nose, waking it up to what otherwise might have been easy to notice then stop smelling. Once singed by the vinegar, the musty scent then invades.
I also did a bit more digging and found one of my shaving brushes, the travel kit one. I had remembered it as being smaller. It is in excellent condition, as it is in a brass travel tube. There is a very small air hole, which actually probably allowed it to stay in better condition. I would still like to find my other brush. A couple of brushes allows a day to air out and dry well, maybe even several brushes would be better. But, for now, I just need one. I still can't find the water purifier. I'll just keep at it, looking in what seems like a new spot, or three, every time I get up to check the laundry, do a spot of kitchen work, or what have you. I'm... on it. Worst case I will simply have to go without it.
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Finally! I found the water purifier. Though I am probably going to look online for an inline charcoal filter addition. It just... it's one more layer. I hope my ability to handle bad things stays with me as I try this thing out. Who really knows how good it actually is at getting bad stuff out. Sure, there are tests, and averages, and this, and that. But when it comes right down to it, even if it removes 99% of bad things, lets just say all bad things, that means every sip is a risk. River or lake water, a spring, it just doesn't matter. Some of those are as toxic as any poison you can drink, naturally. You can't even always tell by the flora or fauna in or near it, as they may have adapted or learned so leave it along, leaving no trace. Never mind, it is multiple layers of surety, just not complete. I understand this. I also found my drybag, for clothes. That is just another sort of layer of protection. Even my rain pants will go in there. I'm not sure how good the poncho is. It's one of those cloth seeming ones. So I might take a rain jacket as well, at least until I know if the poncho will hold.
Laundry should be about ready to check. It took a very long time, since I hit every pre and post option, three in total, plus cranked everything up to wash extra long that the machine allowed. A sniff test, to see if the odor is gone. If not, another long wash, adding baking soda to the mix. But then that will be it. After that it will get soap, and an extra long run, pre-wash, and extra rinse. Then it goes into the drier and that is that. I simply won't fuss with it anymore. Since I haven't done this in five, actually more like nine, years, I'm chalking it up as a freak accident. My health was pretty nasty this winter, and dosing up seemed to worsen things before it brought improvements. So I'm not going to worry about it the more.
Supper was made. Beef, cream of mushroom, cream, sour cream, cheddar cheese, and noodles. It was pretty tasty. I had to add all the extra fats because when I bought the mushroom mix, I didn't see that it was half the fat! Fixed it! Fuckers. Keep that damned artificial stuff off the damned shelves. I don't want fake stuff. God only knows what they put in it to make it halfway edible, but I doubt if He would approve. Evil morons trying to run the world, and us into the grave, is what all that is about. And I'll truck none of it.
Later.
The feds had their first Custer moment.
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A brief headcount, a little polling, the leak of information behind the real reason for the raid, and the corrupt government has backed down. Oh, don't think Mr. Bundy is out of the woods yet. No worries about a "legal battle", from what I am gathering, they lost that long ago. Even going so far as to refuse money he sent them, despite that neither his family, nor he himself, ever sold that land. The government just claimed it. These are the people who raided the home of a little boy, in body armor with machine guns, in order to force him, against his will, back to a communist country... where he was institutionalized, several times, until they tortured the notion of free will out of him. No, the threat will remain until Reid is removed, until congressmen can no longer use insider trading to enrich themselves, and probably not until we get rid of congressmen who will enrich themselves to the gain of our economic and military enemies through selling out American people and businessmen. Keep an eye on that. Oh, but it sounds like they are releasing the cattle they stole. I'm not sure what "release" means, when dealing with the feds and BLM. It could be from a transport airplane at 30,000 feet for all I know. Lots of double talk in there.
It's not just our government that is hitting resistance, and heavy resistance. The Chinese are just coming into a time where people are losing their fear. The fear of God is greater than the fear of death, for right Christians. Russia, against an, essentially, unarmed minor state, is checking it's quads and shaking. Sure, Ukraine is nervous, and should be. They aren't sure just how alone they are. I think they realized raping foreign nations is no longer simply accepted. And every nation they butchered after the last war realizes... they may be next. There is no placating a tyrant. They have built up their forces on the border, but today? With the internet, open access satellite imagery, and a strong disinterest in tyranny that is only growing, and world wide? They aren't even secure in their homeland, nor in complete agreement. The old order isn't sure a mass charge into machine guns, with enemies at home aplenty already, is quite the way to go.
Ah, but there is some good news. It seems, while the BLM here in Utah has been claiming poverty about doing it's damned job, and culling excess animals, a county is stepping up, and recruiting BLM officials, along with their own, to get the job done so that ranchers can do what they are paying to do, feed their animals. No, I give no credit to BLM. They are only doing it because they aren't being given a choice. BLM, in Utah or Nevada, are not worth a nickle as to what they are supposed to do. Fire them and get non-partisans in, men who understand how things are, abide the rule of law, and are there to legitimately enforce rules of use and such. I'm tired of God damned atheisistic un-American goverment officials. They simply have to go. I hope the Mormon church wakes up to Reid, as the Catholic church woke up to Pelosi et. al. Gotta cull the goats, especially when they oppress what they say is their own. Churches, groups, people, have two choices.
I am pleased to see what I saw, but it... It's trying to dig out from a very deep hole. We aren't up to our ankles, we are up to our necks in government. They are trying to use psychology to take away our rights. They are trying to use environmental issues to quash our rights. They have taken away our right to own land, at their whim. Everything they do is wrong, and it is being enforced more and more. Changing politicians isn't enough. We have to get rid of most government workers, who, for the most part, have been weaponized against us, either with arms or as informants. A lot of damned work to do, and some of it may have to get real ugly. I don't think there is a choice. But if you don't stand your ground, they will take it. They might anyway, but your sacrifice will be the alert for others. And, besides, once they have taken what they want from you, do you honestly think, then, that they are just going to let you walk? Yeah, it's that bad.
Still, it looks like the little dragons are sharpening their claws and doing more than just puffing a bit o' smoke. Yeah... Custer didn't see that coming either. At least with Custer, he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. His end is the only part that is similar to modern politicians, feds, wrongful leos, and such. But... it's... good enough. The rest of it will be just the opposite.
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A brief headcount, a little polling, the leak of information behind the real reason for the raid, and the corrupt government has backed down. Oh, don't think Mr. Bundy is out of the woods yet. No worries about a "legal battle", from what I am gathering, they lost that long ago. Even going so far as to refuse money he sent them, despite that neither his family, nor he himself, ever sold that land. The government just claimed it. These are the people who raided the home of a little boy, in body armor with machine guns, in order to force him, against his will, back to a communist country... where he was institutionalized, several times, until they tortured the notion of free will out of him. No, the threat will remain until Reid is removed, until congressmen can no longer use insider trading to enrich themselves, and probably not until we get rid of congressmen who will enrich themselves to the gain of our economic and military enemies through selling out American people and businessmen. Keep an eye on that. Oh, but it sounds like they are releasing the cattle they stole. I'm not sure what "release" means, when dealing with the feds and BLM. It could be from a transport airplane at 30,000 feet for all I know. Lots of double talk in there.
It's not just our government that is hitting resistance, and heavy resistance. The Chinese are just coming into a time where people are losing their fear. The fear of God is greater than the fear of death, for right Christians. Russia, against an, essentially, unarmed minor state, is checking it's quads and shaking. Sure, Ukraine is nervous, and should be. They aren't sure just how alone they are. I think they realized raping foreign nations is no longer simply accepted. And every nation they butchered after the last war realizes... they may be next. There is no placating a tyrant. They have built up their forces on the border, but today? With the internet, open access satellite imagery, and a strong disinterest in tyranny that is only growing, and world wide? They aren't even secure in their homeland, nor in complete agreement. The old order isn't sure a mass charge into machine guns, with enemies at home aplenty already, is quite the way to go.
Ah, but there is some good news. It seems, while the BLM here in Utah has been claiming poverty about doing it's damned job, and culling excess animals, a county is stepping up, and recruiting BLM officials, along with their own, to get the job done so that ranchers can do what they are paying to do, feed their animals. No, I give no credit to BLM. They are only doing it because they aren't being given a choice. BLM, in Utah or Nevada, are not worth a nickle as to what they are supposed to do. Fire them and get non-partisans in, men who understand how things are, abide the rule of law, and are there to legitimately enforce rules of use and such. I'm tired of God damned atheisistic un-American goverment officials. They simply have to go. I hope the Mormon church wakes up to Reid, as the Catholic church woke up to Pelosi et. al. Gotta cull the goats, especially when they oppress what they say is their own. Churches, groups, people, have two choices.
I am pleased to see what I saw, but it... It's trying to dig out from a very deep hole. We aren't up to our ankles, we are up to our necks in government. They are trying to use psychology to take away our rights. They are trying to use environmental issues to quash our rights. They have taken away our right to own land, at their whim. Everything they do is wrong, and it is being enforced more and more. Changing politicians isn't enough. We have to get rid of most government workers, who, for the most part, have been weaponized against us, either with arms or as informants. A lot of damned work to do, and some of it may have to get real ugly. I don't think there is a choice. But if you don't stand your ground, they will take it. They might anyway, but your sacrifice will be the alert for others. And, besides, once they have taken what they want from you, do you honestly think, then, that they are just going to let you walk? Yeah, it's that bad.
Still, it looks like the little dragons are sharpening their claws and doing more than just puffing a bit o' smoke. Yeah... Custer didn't see that coming either. At least with Custer, he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. His end is the only part that is similar to modern politicians, feds, wrongful leos, and such. But... it's... good enough. The rest of it will be just the opposite.
Just Saturday? Goody.
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I was thinking it was already Sunday. Two more days of low and slow, gearing up, and sorting the cave is much better than one. All I can really say about that. I think, that my "week" out ended Thursday allowed me to count Thursday as Friday. No harm, though, this time. Just something to chuckle about. Despite what you may presume, I chuckle often, laugh when I can, and usually rather easily. Even at myself, or right after getting angry.
Today will be back to looking for a few items. Fewer items are being sought today than yesterday though. My pack kit, that which has been located anyway, is all in one spot and will be sorted when I find, pretty much, the last piece... the purifier. The shaving brushes... I don't even know where to start. I must have missed them, as they should have been somewhere near the razors and shaving soap, or I would think. I do believe I had them relatively rounded up, so will start in my bathroom. Dishes and laundry will just be done in fits and starts, while searching and yet while trying to keep the pace more leisurely. I do have tomorrow to search, and clean, but I'd rather knock more out today so that I might find new things to do tomorrow.
I've been watching the thing in the next state over. Beside the corrupt politician and doing favors for enemies, I do believe this was also created to change focus from Crimea to more local create problems. Oh, it's a problem. And more likely than not people are going to die. But it was created as a distraction. No, politicians honestly don't care. They are too busy lining their pockets, and figuring out how to do that more smoothy, to worry about, pretty much, anyone else. Between returning favors, scratching backs, and getting rich, they really don't have time to think about much else other than covering their trails. Which, obviously, they aren't very good at.
I heard that it was F.E.M.A. appreciation day, or month, or something. Oh, go play with them as you like. Just understand, whatever the government does, at this point, it's real focus is on collecting data... on you. If you want to figure out how to prep for a short term incident, don't go to the government. They are not there to help you. Find civilian sources. There are many out there. Figure out how much you would need for a week, then stock that. Water bottles aren't that expensive, but they don't exactly give them away either. Figure a gallon and a half a day, which in a static situation should be enough for drinking, bathing (if you are judicious), and food prep. If you live in a desert, whether it looks like it or not, add a bit more water. When the ac goes off it gets a little tight. Actually, add a bit more for winter as well. Stay off the government radar and do not trust them. For all you know, if they know you have extra food they will label you a hoarder and come get it. You really can't tell what this government might do, and do you really even trust the people who work for the government? Really? It's up to you.
Dishes have been set up for washing within the next hour. I'll put a load in when I go out to wash them. As I am washing, or when I finish, I will clear off the kitchen table. The table isn't dirty, just cluttered. That should be simple enough. And, after a load or two through, I might make something to eat. Hamburger, cream of mushroom, and macaroni shells, maybe with cheese melted on top? Something like that. And, sometime after that, a renewed search for the missing items. Well... it's a plan. And it's a good plan. Time will tell. Oh... sounds like the coffee is ready. Yum! Later.
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I was thinking it was already Sunday. Two more days of low and slow, gearing up, and sorting the cave is much better than one. All I can really say about that. I think, that my "week" out ended Thursday allowed me to count Thursday as Friday. No harm, though, this time. Just something to chuckle about. Despite what you may presume, I chuckle often, laugh when I can, and usually rather easily. Even at myself, or right after getting angry.
Today will be back to looking for a few items. Fewer items are being sought today than yesterday though. My pack kit, that which has been located anyway, is all in one spot and will be sorted when I find, pretty much, the last piece... the purifier. The shaving brushes... I don't even know where to start. I must have missed them, as they should have been somewhere near the razors and shaving soap, or I would think. I do believe I had them relatively rounded up, so will start in my bathroom. Dishes and laundry will just be done in fits and starts, while searching and yet while trying to keep the pace more leisurely. I do have tomorrow to search, and clean, but I'd rather knock more out today so that I might find new things to do tomorrow.
I've been watching the thing in the next state over. Beside the corrupt politician and doing favors for enemies, I do believe this was also created to change focus from Crimea to more local create problems. Oh, it's a problem. And more likely than not people are going to die. But it was created as a distraction. No, politicians honestly don't care. They are too busy lining their pockets, and figuring out how to do that more smoothy, to worry about, pretty much, anyone else. Between returning favors, scratching backs, and getting rich, they really don't have time to think about much else other than covering their trails. Which, obviously, they aren't very good at.
I heard that it was F.E.M.A. appreciation day, or month, or something. Oh, go play with them as you like. Just understand, whatever the government does, at this point, it's real focus is on collecting data... on you. If you want to figure out how to prep for a short term incident, don't go to the government. They are not there to help you. Find civilian sources. There are many out there. Figure out how much you would need for a week, then stock that. Water bottles aren't that expensive, but they don't exactly give them away either. Figure a gallon and a half a day, which in a static situation should be enough for drinking, bathing (if you are judicious), and food prep. If you live in a desert, whether it looks like it or not, add a bit more water. When the ac goes off it gets a little tight. Actually, add a bit more for winter as well. Stay off the government radar and do not trust them. For all you know, if they know you have extra food they will label you a hoarder and come get it. You really can't tell what this government might do, and do you really even trust the people who work for the government? Really? It's up to you.
Dishes have been set up for washing within the next hour. I'll put a load in when I go out to wash them. As I am washing, or when I finish, I will clear off the kitchen table. The table isn't dirty, just cluttered. That should be simple enough. And, after a load or two through, I might make something to eat. Hamburger, cream of mushroom, and macaroni shells, maybe with cheese melted on top? Something like that. And, sometime after that, a renewed search for the missing items. Well... it's a plan. And it's a good plan. Time will tell. Oh... sounds like the coffee is ready. Yum! Later.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Tools, again.
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Oh, sure, my shop isn't even set up. And, yes, I will usually be using electric tools, at least... once I redo the electric distribution to, and in, the garage. Sure, there is that. However, in being a practical thinker, and realizing some things, I understand that pursuing quality hand tools along the way is neither a waste of time or money. And more, learning to use them, alongside the electrical tools, is the only way to go. Even if electricity never goes out, a possibility, sometimes I like to do things by hand, and without so much noise. One of the types of tools I have a great interest in collecting, to a point, are planes.
You have no idea how much research I have done on the topic. Until recently, however, my research was more along the lines of that of a fanboy of some sports club or other. The reality eluded me. The costs were prohibitive. And I didn't have the potential for a shop, or was too busy settling in. Now that I am settling in, costs are coming under control, things are being figured out, I decided it was time to review these tools again. As it turned out, I bumped into a sweet article. It starts out below, the whole quotation will link you over to the site.
Just a Friday night f.y.i. Now, please, enjoy your relaxation, perhaps a sip of something soft or hard, bubbly or smooth, and perhaps think about what tomorrow brings. Find something about which to look forward to tomorrow. I have a few minor plans. And for Sunday too. No promises, just a... notion or three.
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Oh, sure, my shop isn't even set up. And, yes, I will usually be using electric tools, at least... once I redo the electric distribution to, and in, the garage. Sure, there is that. However, in being a practical thinker, and realizing some things, I understand that pursuing quality hand tools along the way is neither a waste of time or money. And more, learning to use them, alongside the electrical tools, is the only way to go. Even if electricity never goes out, a possibility, sometimes I like to do things by hand, and without so much noise. One of the types of tools I have a great interest in collecting, to a point, are planes.
You have no idea how much research I have done on the topic. Until recently, however, my research was more along the lines of that of a fanboy of some sports club or other. The reality eluded me. The costs were prohibitive. And I didn't have the potential for a shop, or was too busy settling in. Now that I am settling in, costs are coming under control, things are being figured out, I decided it was time to review these tools again. As it turned out, I bumped into a sweet article. It starts out below, the whole quotation will link you over to the site.
From what I read, past research, and some other things, I believe this author offers a very good, solidly laid out, roadmap to a starter set for a beginner with this particular type of hand tool. Now, there are other tools, eventually, along this line, that I would like to get. A shave, a various mallets, several hand drills (non-electric, I mean), a larger selection of both wood and metal files. I do have chisels, various hand saws, and some other things. I actually have a decent selection of tools, but it's never really enough. Although it can become a bit too much. And you can keep gold filigree, special editions, and antique unusable items. If it doesn't work, or I wouldn't use it due to fear of ruin, I don't want it anywhere near my shop.
Just a Friday night f.y.i. Now, please, enjoy your relaxation, perhaps a sip of something soft or hard, bubbly or smooth, and perhaps think about what tomorrow brings. Find something about which to look forward to tomorrow. I have a few minor plans. And for Sunday too. No promises, just a... notion or three.
Putting it together.
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Many things are coming together. Things have come together before, only to see me lose track, patience, or windows of opportunity. And, that will continue to happen. Beyond my realities, there are the simple facts of life. Still, while it is going, I will be running with it.
The final honing stone arrived today. It is a 12k grit stone. I'm not even positive that it is necessary. And yet, that one extra notch of sharpness might be worth the cost. In any case, it will probably end up finding some use or other. I yet need a lapping stone. There are several types and notions regarding them that I would like to nail down before pulling the trigger. And being that it will take some time, just honing four razors, before I will need to consider lapping, I am in no great hurry. I would like to get it before it is needed, however. My guess is that it won't be needed for years. Still... It's on the more sure, shorter, list, just no where close to the top.
I have been looking through my kit and clothes for what to add to my pack. I don't think I will be adding extra jeans, but I may go with waterproof pants, and the poncho. Generally I will be hiking in jeans, or cotton cargo pants. Perhaps shorts if those work better, though my cargos are convertible, being pants or shorts so will probably be used a bit more often. I have a pile of items and garb I am considering. Some of it, like one of the knives, will be worn on the belt. And yet it is good to have an extra in the pack. A bandana, a small very weak, medical kit, hats will be taken as I go out the door, with a few in the auto usually anyway, if I otherwise forget. I did grab an emergency ration, and will grab an MRE in a bit. I can't find my water purifier. Danged expensive, that last, so I always worry. Bit by bit it will come together.
The pack I am starting with isn't that big. So space, and really weight, initially, will be limited. A good thing, as it will take some time to work my way up to even the ten to fifteen pounds, plus knife, pistol, and extra mags. I have a modular pack, which can be smaller than this bag all the way up to being about big enough to handle a base camp, and a mobile camp, in modern terms, with judicious planning and tight packing... and the strength and stamina to get to the base camp. The loverly thing about that pack is that, once I open up a base camp, I can modulate the pack down and repack it for trekking. A one-shot wonder.
After, or while, I am finishing off my pack, I am hoping to clear a space on the table to begin honing a couple of the blades. The cheapo didn't get sent, the order was canceled, so I don't have a potentially disposable unit to work. I have sharpened with stones before, just not at this level of fineness. I will use one, to start, and check my work as some have suggested and I tend to trust, then strop, then shave. When I can find my brushes, either one will do. I will hone one razor though, and have it ready, or at least ready to test. So much is going on I worry about losing track. So far so good, so I'll keep going.
My friend scrunched his face when he saw my left pinky, the one I deep friend six, or more like seven time, in a row mostly, over seven or eight days. It does look rough. But if you had done that, even once, you wouldn't have skin on your fingers to look rough. I am not fireproof, but I am rather resistant. Yeah, tongs. In a few weeks to months you will never even know I cooked that finger. But right now it is rather gnarly looking. Yeah, I felt it. It's not like I can't feel. It's just... it didn't hurt all that bad. Doctors seem amazed at how sensitive I am, foot to finger. It's just that pain doesn't mean all that much. Still, don't test it. You probably are much more sensitive to pain.
On to... something. Later.
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Many things are coming together. Things have come together before, only to see me lose track, patience, or windows of opportunity. And, that will continue to happen. Beyond my realities, there are the simple facts of life. Still, while it is going, I will be running with it.
The final honing stone arrived today. It is a 12k grit stone. I'm not even positive that it is necessary. And yet, that one extra notch of sharpness might be worth the cost. In any case, it will probably end up finding some use or other. I yet need a lapping stone. There are several types and notions regarding them that I would like to nail down before pulling the trigger. And being that it will take some time, just honing four razors, before I will need to consider lapping, I am in no great hurry. I would like to get it before it is needed, however. My guess is that it won't be needed for years. Still... It's on the more sure, shorter, list, just no where close to the top.
I have been looking through my kit and clothes for what to add to my pack. I don't think I will be adding extra jeans, but I may go with waterproof pants, and the poncho. Generally I will be hiking in jeans, or cotton cargo pants. Perhaps shorts if those work better, though my cargos are convertible, being pants or shorts so will probably be used a bit more often. I have a pile of items and garb I am considering. Some of it, like one of the knives, will be worn on the belt. And yet it is good to have an extra in the pack. A bandana, a small very weak, medical kit, hats will be taken as I go out the door, with a few in the auto usually anyway, if I otherwise forget. I did grab an emergency ration, and will grab an MRE in a bit. I can't find my water purifier. Danged expensive, that last, so I always worry. Bit by bit it will come together.
The pack I am starting with isn't that big. So space, and really weight, initially, will be limited. A good thing, as it will take some time to work my way up to even the ten to fifteen pounds, plus knife, pistol, and extra mags. I have a modular pack, which can be smaller than this bag all the way up to being about big enough to handle a base camp, and a mobile camp, in modern terms, with judicious planning and tight packing... and the strength and stamina to get to the base camp. The loverly thing about that pack is that, once I open up a base camp, I can modulate the pack down and repack it for trekking. A one-shot wonder.
After, or while, I am finishing off my pack, I am hoping to clear a space on the table to begin honing a couple of the blades. The cheapo didn't get sent, the order was canceled, so I don't have a potentially disposable unit to work. I have sharpened with stones before, just not at this level of fineness. I will use one, to start, and check my work as some have suggested and I tend to trust, then strop, then shave. When I can find my brushes, either one will do. I will hone one razor though, and have it ready, or at least ready to test. So much is going on I worry about losing track. So far so good, so I'll keep going.
My friend scrunched his face when he saw my left pinky, the one I deep friend six, or more like seven time, in a row mostly, over seven or eight days. It does look rough. But if you had done that, even once, you wouldn't have skin on your fingers to look rough. I am not fireproof, but I am rather resistant. Yeah, tongs. In a few weeks to months you will never even know I cooked that finger. But right now it is rather gnarly looking. Yeah, I felt it. It's not like I can't feel. It's just... it didn't hurt all that bad. Doctors seem amazed at how sensitive I am, foot to finger. It's just that pain doesn't mean all that much. Still, don't test it. You probably are much more sensitive to pain.
On to... something. Later.
Went in hard.
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I couldn't close up shop until midnight, again. Too much had been activated, over a period of time, to quickly or easily end the day. I see, now, that overstimulation is part of my problem, as I've noted to a degree before. What I realize now is that it is cumulative, pretty stout to deal with, and I'm not quite sure how to counter it. Shutting down earlier in the day, less caffeine especially later in the day, all these tricks that work for most folk won't, or I should say, don't, and probably can't, help. I jest about this, tease about that, but my body truly is feral. Sick? Sure, but that could be worse if I didn't have the mind that I do, and faith. A feral body has so much more going on. It isn't an order of magnitude more going on, it is exponentially more. I know many refuse to believe. It simply doesn't matter. I refused to believe for a very long time myself. It was easier to disbelieve, dismiss, when I lived in a fog all of the time that allowed me to forget... in just a few... one, two, five, ten... seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks. Now I don't have that luxury. Never mind, I am hoping that, as I work up, and find to work hard enough and often enough, this will take care of itself. The thing is, I may not be physically healthy enough to dig out of that particular sand trap. I'll just move forward in faith anyway.
Sleep? Not, actually, like a log. It was a rather good sleep. While I am sore, as if I had slept too hard, that is from actually having been busy this week. This, that, the other thing. It has all added up to a slightly sore body. I slept long, but really, I needed it. I set the alarm for an eight hour sleep, reset it for a ninth hour, shutting it off after that. I ended up waking right at eleven hours of sleep. My back feels like a pro worked it right to the breaking point without leaving it vulnerable. I have muscle groups that I didn't know existed screaming something about "it HURTS!". My lungs have a bit of a burn in them. My ribs are something on the other side of grumpy. Some of my joints feel like they have been massaged by my massive cleaver, but dulled so it wouldn't actually cut. But... all good. This is how I need to feel. It means I am heading in the right direction. Especially since I know I rolled well and moved in my sleep, so it's all just deserts from my efforts. Yum!
More? This is just the start. By summers end, I hope to have felt like this, and much worse, scores of times. And I will have to work right through it sometimes. I'm not a delicate flower, boys and girls. I don't mind pain, and actually enjoy it when I get to earn it. It is not a matter of fear, it is a matter of capacity to be able to work myself like this. It didn't take much. Three days out, none of them full days, only two of them on my feet all that much, and here I am. I can only imagine what a couple of hikes and bit of biking on a third day will do. But I am looking forward to it, if I can just hold onto this momentum.
As I said, I'll be putting my pack together today. Tomorrow? If I get the pack done, and some laundry, I'll hit my boots with a spit polish, finish the dishes, and maybe start painting the rifle again. I won't be moving fast. There is a time to push and there is a time to rest. I need a bit of rest. But I think I can do some little things in there too. I don't know what the Lord put into my soup, but I am liking it. :)
Later.
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I couldn't close up shop until midnight, again. Too much had been activated, over a period of time, to quickly or easily end the day. I see, now, that overstimulation is part of my problem, as I've noted to a degree before. What I realize now is that it is cumulative, pretty stout to deal with, and I'm not quite sure how to counter it. Shutting down earlier in the day, less caffeine especially later in the day, all these tricks that work for most folk won't, or I should say, don't, and probably can't, help. I jest about this, tease about that, but my body truly is feral. Sick? Sure, but that could be worse if I didn't have the mind that I do, and faith. A feral body has so much more going on. It isn't an order of magnitude more going on, it is exponentially more. I know many refuse to believe. It simply doesn't matter. I refused to believe for a very long time myself. It was easier to disbelieve, dismiss, when I lived in a fog all of the time that allowed me to forget... in just a few... one, two, five, ten... seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks. Now I don't have that luxury. Never mind, I am hoping that, as I work up, and find to work hard enough and often enough, this will take care of itself. The thing is, I may not be physically healthy enough to dig out of that particular sand trap. I'll just move forward in faith anyway.
Sleep? Not, actually, like a log. It was a rather good sleep. While I am sore, as if I had slept too hard, that is from actually having been busy this week. This, that, the other thing. It has all added up to a slightly sore body. I slept long, but really, I needed it. I set the alarm for an eight hour sleep, reset it for a ninth hour, shutting it off after that. I ended up waking right at eleven hours of sleep. My back feels like a pro worked it right to the breaking point without leaving it vulnerable. I have muscle groups that I didn't know existed screaming something about "it HURTS!". My lungs have a bit of a burn in them. My ribs are something on the other side of grumpy. Some of my joints feel like they have been massaged by my massive cleaver, but dulled so it wouldn't actually cut. But... all good. This is how I need to feel. It means I am heading in the right direction. Especially since I know I rolled well and moved in my sleep, so it's all just deserts from my efforts. Yum!
More? This is just the start. By summers end, I hope to have felt like this, and much worse, scores of times. And I will have to work right through it sometimes. I'm not a delicate flower, boys and girls. I don't mind pain, and actually enjoy it when I get to earn it. It is not a matter of fear, it is a matter of capacity to be able to work myself like this. It didn't take much. Three days out, none of them full days, only two of them on my feet all that much, and here I am. I can only imagine what a couple of hikes and bit of biking on a third day will do. But I am looking forward to it, if I can just hold onto this momentum.
As I said, I'll be putting my pack together today. Tomorrow? If I get the pack done, and some laundry, I'll hit my boots with a spit polish, finish the dishes, and maybe start painting the rifle again. I won't be moving fast. There is a time to push and there is a time to rest. I need a bit of rest. But I think I can do some little things in there too. I don't know what the Lord put into my soup, but I am liking it. :)
Later.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Pretty done in.
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It doesn't seem like much to most, but three days out and about, in one week, is a record of epic proportions in these parts. Especially the last six to nine months. That much travel is about my max per month until now. I am not as done in as on any of those previous one day trips, either. Still, I am ready for some well earned, by my standards, sleep.
I did stop at the post office. The strop dressing compound was in, along with the diamond grit. The medicines I ordered were also in. Oddly enough, even through it all, I had been paying attention to that. If the medicine wasn't in by Friday I was going to call and leave a gentle reminder. I can't stay on them if I don't have them. Losartan is okay, if it only lowers my bp by a touch. But the water pill is vital. A few days off that and I puff up like a blowfish, until I get used to it, mostly. Then water retention comes and goes as it will. No making heads or tails of what food, or drink, will do regarding that. *puff*
Tomorrow? As I said, I am hoping to put together a pack for travel. I may be taking my water purifier along, as well as two liters of water. I need lots of water, at least at first, when I begin pushing. That evens out over time. I do need to time water stops, but even when I was in highschool sports, I realized I needed more water, early in the season, than even two or three other guys. Guys my size, so it isn't a size thing. Then, later in the season I was able to cut water, and needed to, or I would get cramps. But early in the season I could drink almost as much as I wanted, and it helped a great deal. That hasn't changed. I guess I will find out how well my water purifier actually works. If I am going to start using it, I ought to get a replacement filter for it. They say it's good for 50k liters (1300 gallons), but... you know advertisers. I think there is an inline charcoal filter, as well. I may look into that. It's sort of slow, at a liter per minute, and I have doubts about even that speed, but I will be needing a rest, frequently, so that isn't as much of an issue for me.
What to take though? Rain gear of some sort, probably just a simple poncho. A warmer, synthetic, shirt, spare socks and underwear, and some other clothes. All clothes in a dry-bag. I'd love an extra pair of boots but that just won't go, unless I'm packing in heavy. And maybe camp shoes, something a little lighter, but again, only if I am camping out and going in heavy. A bit of food, an MRE and then some extra long term survival eats. None of that is exactly tasty, but hunger provides a wonderful spice. Water, of course. Probably a pistol, as the shotgun would be a bit much up front. An axe, or at least a decent knife, perhaps two, would be wise. That will, pretty much, be it. If I start taking longer trips, I might bring a tarp, for setting up a minor shade tent. Oh, probably ought to take a thermal wrap. Ah, and some minor fire-starting kit. When I start going in deeper, and longer, I'll have to get maps, add in a compass, and take a book on orienteering. Learning on the fly, again, I suppose. I expect lots of things to go wrong. I just hope I cover enough bases that... it isn't too much of a problem. When I plan to be out longer, I will let some folks know.
There is much I could take. Signal mirror, flashlight (though I always have a couple on me anymore, if just minor ones, a hat, bandana, and such. I have a whole collection of functional tools, expendables, and clothes that might fit in. I just don't know what is truly needed, minimally. I don't know what extras might be good, or fun, to take. I will simply have to get out and figure things out. Eventually I am hoping to have a book on local flora, of the edible type. No, as I suggested, I won't be munching my way up the mountain. I will simply be espying possible food sources, testing them however I may, and learning. I'll save eating for some rarefied necessity, even then with great caution and judicious consideration. I would like to find both what is edible and what is definitely not edible, and start figuring out the differences, now. Who knows, if some of it will grow around the house, that might not be all bad, if transplanting is possible.
The goal? By the end of the summer, I hope to have traveled enough minor trails that I can hump the big one. It's only, on a shorter run, seven to nine miles. But that is a long haul for an old sick ogre. There is no place, at the top, to camp. It's pretty much a push on through, and it is quite a thing. If I can do that, and can then get out during the winter to keep up some strength and more, stamina, snowshoeing, then next year, perhaps, I can take longer hikes along some of the more serious mountain trails, further into the interior. But this trail that is my goal is about as serious of an incline and descent as anything I would face. It is the test, but a shorter one. Winter camping, and tracking, is actually the ultimate goal. It's... why I moved here. Dreams of winter camping. But I have to be ready. There is such a small margin of error in the mountains in the winter. But... winter wind blowing on my face, snow everywhere, the scent of evergreens... a dream I can't leave as just that.
Good night.
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It doesn't seem like much to most, but three days out and about, in one week, is a record of epic proportions in these parts. Especially the last six to nine months. That much travel is about my max per month until now. I am not as done in as on any of those previous one day trips, either. Still, I am ready for some well earned, by my standards, sleep.
I did stop at the post office. The strop dressing compound was in, along with the diamond grit. The medicines I ordered were also in. Oddly enough, even through it all, I had been paying attention to that. If the medicine wasn't in by Friday I was going to call and leave a gentle reminder. I can't stay on them if I don't have them. Losartan is okay, if it only lowers my bp by a touch. But the water pill is vital. A few days off that and I puff up like a blowfish, until I get used to it, mostly. Then water retention comes and goes as it will. No making heads or tails of what food, or drink, will do regarding that. *puff*
Tomorrow? As I said, I am hoping to put together a pack for travel. I may be taking my water purifier along, as well as two liters of water. I need lots of water, at least at first, when I begin pushing. That evens out over time. I do need to time water stops, but even when I was in highschool sports, I realized I needed more water, early in the season, than even two or three other guys. Guys my size, so it isn't a size thing. Then, later in the season I was able to cut water, and needed to, or I would get cramps. But early in the season I could drink almost as much as I wanted, and it helped a great deal. That hasn't changed. I guess I will find out how well my water purifier actually works. If I am going to start using it, I ought to get a replacement filter for it. They say it's good for 50k liters (1300 gallons), but... you know advertisers. I think there is an inline charcoal filter, as well. I may look into that. It's sort of slow, at a liter per minute, and I have doubts about even that speed, but I will be needing a rest, frequently, so that isn't as much of an issue for me.
What to take though? Rain gear of some sort, probably just a simple poncho. A warmer, synthetic, shirt, spare socks and underwear, and some other clothes. All clothes in a dry-bag. I'd love an extra pair of boots but that just won't go, unless I'm packing in heavy. And maybe camp shoes, something a little lighter, but again, only if I am camping out and going in heavy. A bit of food, an MRE and then some extra long term survival eats. None of that is exactly tasty, but hunger provides a wonderful spice. Water, of course. Probably a pistol, as the shotgun would be a bit much up front. An axe, or at least a decent knife, perhaps two, would be wise. That will, pretty much, be it. If I start taking longer trips, I might bring a tarp, for setting up a minor shade tent. Oh, probably ought to take a thermal wrap. Ah, and some minor fire-starting kit. When I start going in deeper, and longer, I'll have to get maps, add in a compass, and take a book on orienteering. Learning on the fly, again, I suppose. I expect lots of things to go wrong. I just hope I cover enough bases that... it isn't too much of a problem. When I plan to be out longer, I will let some folks know.
There is much I could take. Signal mirror, flashlight (though I always have a couple on me anymore, if just minor ones, a hat, bandana, and such. I have a whole collection of functional tools, expendables, and clothes that might fit in. I just don't know what is truly needed, minimally. I don't know what extras might be good, or fun, to take. I will simply have to get out and figure things out. Eventually I am hoping to have a book on local flora, of the edible type. No, as I suggested, I won't be munching my way up the mountain. I will simply be espying possible food sources, testing them however I may, and learning. I'll save eating for some rarefied necessity, even then with great caution and judicious consideration. I would like to find both what is edible and what is definitely not edible, and start figuring out the differences, now. Who knows, if some of it will grow around the house, that might not be all bad, if transplanting is possible.
The goal? By the end of the summer, I hope to have traveled enough minor trails that I can hump the big one. It's only, on a shorter run, seven to nine miles. But that is a long haul for an old sick ogre. There is no place, at the top, to camp. It's pretty much a push on through, and it is quite a thing. If I can do that, and can then get out during the winter to keep up some strength and more, stamina, snowshoeing, then next year, perhaps, I can take longer hikes along some of the more serious mountain trails, further into the interior. But this trail that is my goal is about as serious of an incline and descent as anything I would face. It is the test, but a shorter one. Winter camping, and tracking, is actually the ultimate goal. It's... why I moved here. Dreams of winter camping. But I have to be ready. There is such a small margin of error in the mountains in the winter. But... winter wind blowing on my face, snow everywhere, the scent of evergreens... a dream I can't leave as just that.
Good night.
Haiku Monday - Trouble
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A newcomer is up with the contest. The Lovely One, as she goes by, is up here. I was in no condition, this weekend, to try to get going on that, but it is being held over. Which means that I will be submitting.
Sometimes I just can't, especially on short notice. The old mule and the bridge scenario. But it is never what it seems. If a mule won't go somewhere, it is because it believes it can't. And no matter what you throw at it, that is less than the risk it sees. And, so, I sat. But I did let her know, and she has allowed me a path around, so I am about to take it. She is suggesting to judge this weekend, but I will try to get her to, if she needs to judge this weekend, to not put it up until Monday, so as to restart next weeks contest back in date-stamp proper form. Noobs! Then again, I pretty fair well messed up my first contest better than she did! Yum! Grumpy, traditionalist old cusses, us haiku'ers tend to be, I tell ya.
Only two for judging, so... But you know me. I let them flow and pick later. Three, four, five, nine, I never know. Three, usually, just to get the juices flowing. Though sometimes I bite my tongue at three or five. If I can play. Some themes, sometimes, just hit me in the quads. Not to the left, not to the the right, but right in the middle. Not this time. Urhm, or in that way. It's an unusual, foreign, topic, again. But I will try.
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Sometimes I just can't, especially on short notice. The old mule and the bridge scenario. But it is never what it seems. If a mule won't go somewhere, it is because it believes it can't. And no matter what you throw at it, that is less than the risk it sees. And, so, I sat. But I did let her know, and she has allowed me a path around, so I am about to take it. She is suggesting to judge this weekend, but I will try to get her to, if she needs to judge this weekend, to not put it up until Monday, so as to restart next weeks contest back in date-stamp proper form. Noobs! Then again, I pretty fair well messed up my first contest better than she did! Yum! Grumpy, traditionalist old cusses, us haiku'ers tend to be, I tell ya.
Only two for judging, so... But you know me. I let them flow and pick later. Three, four, five, nine, I never know. Three, usually, just to get the juices flowing. Though sometimes I bite my tongue at three or five. If I can play. Some themes, sometimes, just hit me in the quads. Not to the left, not to the the right, but right in the middle. Not this time. Urhm, or in that way. It's an unusual, foreign, topic, again. But I will try.
Gun Safety Rules
she kissed me, twice
said something about love, respect-
it's ALWAYS loaded
Move Faster
the sun, and temp, down
out and about regardless
iced - no choice left
Shaving
straight razor shift
changing ways comes with a price
cheaper requires skill
A day of sun, run, and gun.
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All good though. My cellphone bill was past due, so I fixed that, mostly. I knew that was coming, but had to check on things. I don't do business over the phone with someone I wouldn't talk to in person... or as a general rule. Not when a better option is in the path of where I am going. That tended, a few extra bullets were purchased. Enough for the shoot today, and a few to stock. I like to keep a couple of k rounds for handguns, four to six k for long guns. No, I'm not there, in either case. But I am working on things.
Shooting was much better today. I was hitting, about, 40-50% at 30 yards, cans. Woefully wretched, yet, but much better than just last time. I doubt if I was hitting 10-20%. Gosh that was ugly. Another shoot, with my friend, next week. And perhaps another just by myself, as I am out searching for trailheads and taking some preliminary, short, hikes. When I do well, or as well as I do, I can hit in the 90% mark at that distance, and really on out to 40, and 50 yards. At least with a .45. I suspect I might be able to do just a bit better with a 9 mm. And probably better still with a .22, to be quite honest. I'm not all that bad of a shot, if not exemplary either. Just... good enough. As I said, my friend is better. Gah! Still, it's actually better, if not on the ego, to shoot with a better shot. I actually think it drives me to improve. And... through osmosis if nothing else... I think I do improve.
A meal was had, before heading out to the range. Usually that would have really set me back. Not today. And, I was willing to let him shoot as long as he wished. I did have to go take a seat in the rig. I need to remember to take one of the heavier duty camp chairs I bought last year. I'm simply not up to standing for hours. I can walk, more easily, for longer than I can just stand. And yet I like to stand for as long as I can, just sitting now and again. My height and knees have always made just standing a bit of a pain, as with running. Walking and swimming are just fine though. I burned just a bit more today, but then I need to get sun ready.
I was impressed with what all I did get done, and how well I did it. Satisfied. I believe my friend was just a wee surprised that I actually showed up today. This whole winter has been a bit rough, as far as promises have gone. Simply, often, no matter what I had said, I could not deliver. And, maybe, tomorrow generally, I will fall again. But for now I am ready to do much more. Not sure my home will be in better order, but I will get out more. I need to hook up with some folk, along with this friend, who can handle colder weather, I think.
Tomorrow will be an off day. Still, in the next few days I am hoping to pull a pack together, and get ready for hiking. I won't go far off the trails, at least until I get outfitted with maps. And, really, the way things are, I need a bigger map of the whole valley, then specific maps for little regions, then learn orientation and beginning learning the various peaks, at various angles, and get a general feel. That won't come easily, cheaply, or without some hard lessons. On the good side, where I am learning, mistakes are not catastrophic so long as mobility is not hampered. And, when I begin going out for days, I will let someone know where I am headed, and possibly see about getting a ride, if need be, at the end of longer runs. I might be dying, but I'm not going to just let it happen. But... don't suggest what I am doing is healthy, or for my health, either. Most of that talk is garbage. Do something because you want to, or have an interest, not for these pseudo-pshycho-health things. Shut it. Don't go there. Or I will remind you why you should have listened to those who warned you about trying to tinker with my train. Shut it.
Later.
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All good though. My cellphone bill was past due, so I fixed that, mostly. I knew that was coming, but had to check on things. I don't do business over the phone with someone I wouldn't talk to in person... or as a general rule. Not when a better option is in the path of where I am going. That tended, a few extra bullets were purchased. Enough for the shoot today, and a few to stock. I like to keep a couple of k rounds for handguns, four to six k for long guns. No, I'm not there, in either case. But I am working on things.
Shooting was much better today. I was hitting, about, 40-50% at 30 yards, cans. Woefully wretched, yet, but much better than just last time. I doubt if I was hitting 10-20%. Gosh that was ugly. Another shoot, with my friend, next week. And perhaps another just by myself, as I am out searching for trailheads and taking some preliminary, short, hikes. When I do well, or as well as I do, I can hit in the 90% mark at that distance, and really on out to 40, and 50 yards. At least with a .45. I suspect I might be able to do just a bit better with a 9 mm. And probably better still with a .22, to be quite honest. I'm not all that bad of a shot, if not exemplary either. Just... good enough. As I said, my friend is better. Gah! Still, it's actually better, if not on the ego, to shoot with a better shot. I actually think it drives me to improve. And... through osmosis if nothing else... I think I do improve.
A meal was had, before heading out to the range. Usually that would have really set me back. Not today. And, I was willing to let him shoot as long as he wished. I did have to go take a seat in the rig. I need to remember to take one of the heavier duty camp chairs I bought last year. I'm simply not up to standing for hours. I can walk, more easily, for longer than I can just stand. And yet I like to stand for as long as I can, just sitting now and again. My height and knees have always made just standing a bit of a pain, as with running. Walking and swimming are just fine though. I burned just a bit more today, but then I need to get sun ready.
I was impressed with what all I did get done, and how well I did it. Satisfied. I believe my friend was just a wee surprised that I actually showed up today. This whole winter has been a bit rough, as far as promises have gone. Simply, often, no matter what I had said, I could not deliver. And, maybe, tomorrow generally, I will fall again. But for now I am ready to do much more. Not sure my home will be in better order, but I will get out more. I need to hook up with some folk, along with this friend, who can handle colder weather, I think.
Tomorrow will be an off day. Still, in the next few days I am hoping to pull a pack together, and get ready for hiking. I won't go far off the trails, at least until I get outfitted with maps. And, really, the way things are, I need a bigger map of the whole valley, then specific maps for little regions, then learn orientation and beginning learning the various peaks, at various angles, and get a general feel. That won't come easily, cheaply, or without some hard lessons. On the good side, where I am learning, mistakes are not catastrophic so long as mobility is not hampered. And, when I begin going out for days, I will let someone know where I am headed, and possibly see about getting a ride, if need be, at the end of longer runs. I might be dying, but I'm not going to just let it happen. But... don't suggest what I am doing is healthy, or for my health, either. Most of that talk is garbage. Do something because you want to, or have an interest, not for these pseudo-pshycho-health things. Shut it. Don't go there. Or I will remind you why you should have listened to those who warned you about trying to tinker with my train. Shut it.
Later.
Rescheduled.
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Okay, I had to reschedule the appointment. No, no, I was up, ready to go, and would have been there on time, easily. It's that something came up. On top of that, I haven't been checking what they want checked. I've finally gotten to the point where I have been actually taking the medicines, but not taking stats. And, that being the whole reason for this appointment, and with what has come up, I decided to reschedule. I had hoped to do it in a couple of weeks, but I couldn't remember when my trip is. Yeah, yeah... So it's a long reschedule. It's all I can do, for now. But at least, now, when I am going to miss, I call in. That isn't optimal, in their view, just... better. Much better. No more red marks, just yellow, or green, in my file. Or whatever.
It's cloudy today. I am not sure my friend will want to go out. I will call in half an hour. I'll just tinker, like when you got ready for school, then class was called off for the morning hours due to weather? Yeah, free time! And, really? I am pleased. I got up, got ready, and made the decision and the call. I was even looking forward to the trip. But I don't want to waste that prep, and I do have something that came up. If my friend doesn't want to get out today, I might fill my travel pack and go find a trail. I could take the pistol and a box of ammunition and get some target practice in as well. Maybe two boxes. Hmm... I best stop at the store and pick up some ammunition. It is plentiful now, but I have to keep up on my stocks, which for this caliber is rather low as is. So... maybe a few extra boxes, on top of what I shoot. Bleh.
The girls have been fed, twice already. I thought I would be going. And, actually, I will be, one way or the other. What came up, while not minor, isn't going to take much time. But it does demand attention. I'm not exactly sure when I will be back to feed them, but they will get three feeds today, on top of the hard food. I am just waiting on UPS, at least until about noon. If the strop dressing arrives, I'll use it. I may look for a lapping stone in town. Thankfully, that doesn't have to be very high grit, so will be cheaper. Probably.
Yep, something good is happening. I'm still, mostly, living a null life. Most of my time is spent... sitting. The hope is that, as I get out, more of my time will be spent... walking. I suppose that is an upgrade, though it does confuse me a bit. If too, that isn't the final goal. Being productive, even just hereabouts, if there is the hope for even a bit more.
Ah, my friend was proactive. He called and, yep, he wants to get out. I'll bring a box of .45 for his pistol, and get some 9 mm as well. I'll be shooting as close as it takes to hit regularly, practice there until it's simple again, then move it on out. Bleh... Way out of practice. When I get back I'll put my pack together for next week, today or tomorrow. Still waiting on UPS, or noon, whichever comes first. Later.
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Okay, I had to reschedule the appointment. No, no, I was up, ready to go, and would have been there on time, easily. It's that something came up. On top of that, I haven't been checking what they want checked. I've finally gotten to the point where I have been actually taking the medicines, but not taking stats. And, that being the whole reason for this appointment, and with what has come up, I decided to reschedule. I had hoped to do it in a couple of weeks, but I couldn't remember when my trip is. Yeah, yeah... So it's a long reschedule. It's all I can do, for now. But at least, now, when I am going to miss, I call in. That isn't optimal, in their view, just... better. Much better. No more red marks, just yellow, or green, in my file. Or whatever.
It's cloudy today. I am not sure my friend will want to go out. I will call in half an hour. I'll just tinker, like when you got ready for school, then class was called off for the morning hours due to weather? Yeah, free time! And, really? I am pleased. I got up, got ready, and made the decision and the call. I was even looking forward to the trip. But I don't want to waste that prep, and I do have something that came up. If my friend doesn't want to get out today, I might fill my travel pack and go find a trail. I could take the pistol and a box of ammunition and get some target practice in as well. Maybe two boxes. Hmm... I best stop at the store and pick up some ammunition. It is plentiful now, but I have to keep up on my stocks, which for this caliber is rather low as is. So... maybe a few extra boxes, on top of what I shoot. Bleh.
The girls have been fed, twice already. I thought I would be going. And, actually, I will be, one way or the other. What came up, while not minor, isn't going to take much time. But it does demand attention. I'm not exactly sure when I will be back to feed them, but they will get three feeds today, on top of the hard food. I am just waiting on UPS, at least until about noon. If the strop dressing arrives, I'll use it. I may look for a lapping stone in town. Thankfully, that doesn't have to be very high grit, so will be cheaper. Probably.
Yep, something good is happening. I'm still, mostly, living a null life. Most of my time is spent... sitting. The hope is that, as I get out, more of my time will be spent... walking. I suppose that is an upgrade, though it does confuse me a bit. If too, that isn't the final goal. Being productive, even just hereabouts, if there is the hope for even a bit more.
Ah, my friend was proactive. He called and, yep, he wants to get out. I'll bring a box of .45 for his pistol, and get some 9 mm as well. I'll be shooting as close as it takes to hit regularly, practice there until it's simple again, then move it on out. Bleh... Way out of practice. When I get back I'll put my pack together for next week, today or tomorrow. Still waiting on UPS, or noon, whichever comes first. Later.
Slept like I earned it.
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While yesterday was a nothing day, it was designed as such by needs. And, I have been a very good boy, of late. Out and about, up and at it, doing what I can, then some, and planning more. I didn't get to sleep until after midnight. I was a bit nervous, but set the alarm for 8:00, with the notion that I could kick the alarm over to 9:00 if need be. As is I woke, tenatively, at a half then quarter to 8:00 but decided 8:00 was a bit early. So I just proactively reset the alarm to 9:00. Woke just slightly after 8:00 anyway. I was finished with sleep.
Browsing "the news" and blogs, first thing. Leaving a comment here, chuckling there, a grimace or three to round it out, and finally a post. A shower sounds good, in a moment or two. The girls were fed first thing. And I will take my medicines. I forgot, for the first time since I willfully cracked down, medicine yesterday morning. I didn't notice until bedtime, but I simply wasn't willing to take a double dose. So I took bedtime medicines and grumbled all the way home... or some such.
So much going on, lots left to do, but I am slowing crawling out of the cave and getting to more. I'm almost feeling it, spring. It's creeping in. Well, and a return of some health. The combination is slightly titillating, like spring wine or that look a woman gets when she is suggesting what she was taught not to, usually without realizing it. That, my friends, is a Freudian slip I can live with. Never mind.
On to... something. I suppose I've got just a bit more time to tinker. I did get a notice that the sewing machine is definitely on it's way. All good. If the s-i-l doesn't teach, or find teachers for the girls, my mom will do that when she gets there. I went with a sewing machine to give the girls something practical for their lives. Women aren't taught... anything practical these days. Do they even take cooking classes in school anymore? If so, is it all boxed? Bleh. Most don't even know how to clean. Messy little things, of little value to a husband and family all too often. Just one skill, something they could even use to earn money on the side, legitimately. Though, as most women, they will probably be relegated to the stacks of sheng nu, old maids, single secretaries, cat women, whatever the world is calling the growing numbers of useless women these days, wherever they are. Still, I can try to give them some value. VAT, value added talents.
Later.
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While yesterday was a nothing day, it was designed as such by needs. And, I have been a very good boy, of late. Out and about, up and at it, doing what I can, then some, and planning more. I didn't get to sleep until after midnight. I was a bit nervous, but set the alarm for 8:00, with the notion that I could kick the alarm over to 9:00 if need be. As is I woke, tenatively, at a half then quarter to 8:00 but decided 8:00 was a bit early. So I just proactively reset the alarm to 9:00. Woke just slightly after 8:00 anyway. I was finished with sleep.
Browsing "the news" and blogs, first thing. Leaving a comment here, chuckling there, a grimace or three to round it out, and finally a post. A shower sounds good, in a moment or two. The girls were fed first thing. And I will take my medicines. I forgot, for the first time since I willfully cracked down, medicine yesterday morning. I didn't notice until bedtime, but I simply wasn't willing to take a double dose. So I took bedtime medicines and grumbled all the way home... or some such.
So much going on, lots left to do, but I am slowing crawling out of the cave and getting to more. I'm almost feeling it, spring. It's creeping in. Well, and a return of some health. The combination is slightly titillating, like spring wine or that look a woman gets when she is suggesting what she was taught not to, usually without realizing it. That, my friends, is a Freudian slip I can live with. Never mind.
On to... something. I suppose I've got just a bit more time to tinker. I did get a notice that the sewing machine is definitely on it's way. All good. If the s-i-l doesn't teach, or find teachers for the girls, my mom will do that when she gets there. I went with a sewing machine to give the girls something practical for their lives. Women aren't taught... anything practical these days. Do they even take cooking classes in school anymore? If so, is it all boxed? Bleh. Most don't even know how to clean. Messy little things, of little value to a husband and family all too often. Just one skill, something they could even use to earn money on the side, legitimately. Though, as most women, they will probably be relegated to the stacks of sheng nu, old maids, single secretaries, cat women, whatever the world is calling the growing numbers of useless women these days, wherever they are. Still, I can try to give them some value. VAT, value added talents.
Later.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Mostly just an off day.
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I did get going on haiku, and did some door knocking with one response already. Danged kids, if I resemble that remark. Hushutup. :p While I enjoyed the cool, I decided that enough was enough. So at about 14:00, I think, I closed the windows and turned the heat up. It is the combination of cool and heat that allows my sore body to heal, I do believe, and the warmth is good too. One or the other, only, is a pain in the nuisance. Yeah, it's good to have a down day. But I am looking forward to getting going with some other things. I have even decided, if it happens to be rainy, and cold, to go ahead with hiking. I can warm up when I get home. A mug of coffee wouldn't hurt, either. Hot or iced, as needed, along with water.
I am getting excited. Something is back in play, and perhaps better than ever. I can't be sure, not absolutely sure, but I am pretty sure I am turning some kind of a major corner, healthwise. My want to get out has not changed. I've been licking my chops since I moved out here. Lots of places to shave with death so as to appreciate life out here. In Iowa you couldn't go a few miles without someone, somewhere, watching, even willing to help out. Here? You can find places where people rarely go, don't go, won't go, for the most part. Places with little water, or potentially too much, or both. Places were the beasts of the furry, and fury, kind run, walk, hunt, and sleep. There are places high, lower, level, and rough. Places that a man can find himself, and find himself lost. Good places to pray, to my mind, and live for a bit, visit, and hopefully return from. No, the hunger has not changed, but the ability to sate that hunger is changing. Maybe.
It actually might be too snowy, or wet and muddy, to go too far on any, or many, of the paths. But finding the trail heads, learning to know what to look for as to trail readiness, and getting my hump in condition to pull those humps, though, that I can do. Hungry for the wilds. Thirsty for the land, mountains. I have a lot of gear to test out, a lot of notions to figure out, and ideas all my own to explore. And, there are more than mundane reasons at hand. I'll bet I can still hike further than most civilized folk. Ten miles, when I was in worse condition than I am now, outpacing my treehugging, wilderness girl, of the time, last time I went. So much so, I had enough to offer her a piggyback ride for the last few miles. Wore the poor girl out I did, but she just wouldn't surrender. No skin off my back, as it turned out. Folk just don't understand critters like me. No need, that isn't necessary.
Well... off to... I dunno... resting some more. Oh, and a call to change the shooting day with my friend. Hmm... I have some 9 mm, but I think I ought to... start stocking that up, at least to the level I have my .45's. Not as much is needed of pistol ammo. But .22's and rifle calibers have to be kept in pretty high counts. Much more application, practical, for the latter. Though, once in order, less target practice is needed. Later.
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I did get going on haiku, and did some door knocking with one response already. Danged kids, if I resemble that remark. Hushutup. :p While I enjoyed the cool, I decided that enough was enough. So at about 14:00, I think, I closed the windows and turned the heat up. It is the combination of cool and heat that allows my sore body to heal, I do believe, and the warmth is good too. One or the other, only, is a pain in the nuisance. Yeah, it's good to have a down day. But I am looking forward to getting going with some other things. I have even decided, if it happens to be rainy, and cold, to go ahead with hiking. I can warm up when I get home. A mug of coffee wouldn't hurt, either. Hot or iced, as needed, along with water.
I am getting excited. Something is back in play, and perhaps better than ever. I can't be sure, not absolutely sure, but I am pretty sure I am turning some kind of a major corner, healthwise. My want to get out has not changed. I've been licking my chops since I moved out here. Lots of places to shave with death so as to appreciate life out here. In Iowa you couldn't go a few miles without someone, somewhere, watching, even willing to help out. Here? You can find places where people rarely go, don't go, won't go, for the most part. Places with little water, or potentially too much, or both. Places were the beasts of the furry, and fury, kind run, walk, hunt, and sleep. There are places high, lower, level, and rough. Places that a man can find himself, and find himself lost. Good places to pray, to my mind, and live for a bit, visit, and hopefully return from. No, the hunger has not changed, but the ability to sate that hunger is changing. Maybe.
It actually might be too snowy, or wet and muddy, to go too far on any, or many, of the paths. But finding the trail heads, learning to know what to look for as to trail readiness, and getting my hump in condition to pull those humps, though, that I can do. Hungry for the wilds. Thirsty for the land, mountains. I have a lot of gear to test out, a lot of notions to figure out, and ideas all my own to explore. And, there are more than mundane reasons at hand. I'll bet I can still hike further than most civilized folk. Ten miles, when I was in worse condition than I am now, outpacing my treehugging, wilderness girl, of the time, last time I went. So much so, I had enough to offer her a piggyback ride for the last few miles. Wore the poor girl out I did, but she just wouldn't surrender. No skin off my back, as it turned out. Folk just don't understand critters like me. No need, that isn't necessary.
Well... off to... I dunno... resting some more. Oh, and a call to change the shooting day with my friend. Hmm... I have some 9 mm, but I think I ought to... start stocking that up, at least to the level I have my .45's. Not as much is needed of pistol ammo. But .22's and rifle calibers have to be kept in pretty high counts. Much more application, practical, for the latter. Though, once in order, less target practice is needed. Later.
A bit chewy.
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No, not food, my night. No complaints. I left the windows open last night. I just checked. It said it got down to 32? Whatever. I was comfortable and only needed two blankets. But I won't do that again without checking. That's mighty close to freezing. It's up to 52 outside, and it's 64 in here, and I am quite comfortable. I slept like a log. I set the alarm for an eight hour sleep, doubting I would make that with two days out and probably a burn and some more. I ended up sleeping about eleven hours, I simply turned the alarm off, perhaps giving it one hour reset first. I realized I would sleep until I was rested so quite the alarm. My ribs are a bit sore, and have been for several days. All good. This is, actually, how I like to feel. I will take today off, then back to it. And next week, as I said, more outings. I deserve to work myself into a lather and soreness, plus throw on a bit of burn. I've worked all winter to get in shape to begin getting in shape. Talk about layers? Yeah. This summer is shaping up to be a honing summer. What for? Camping this winter, or next, out and up. Hell yeah. Doom is waking. Hells, of various natures, are being prepared for. And, if it all works? Next summer I am going summer camping in the deserts to the south and west, on top of hiking in the mountains.
Snow shoe camping, desert camping, mountain summer and winter camping. Fishing, and maybe getting ready for some hunting as I learn to track game in the off seasons, and just getting out. Fresh air, hot, middling, and cold. It's what I was made to do. Learning my ao out to a couple hundred miles, and maybe a bit more. Initially solo. But if I learn to do it well enough, then I would like to group up. So long as I don't feel I will slow things down for others too much, or can find a small group of groups with whom I can both trust and sort of match paces. Some social, some learning, some teaching. That's the plan. Desert Cat sort of helped me ring that bell. Now I want to hear that sound more often. Medicines have done their part. And I did my part by giving them a hell of a chance, at great pains and risks. And food, coming in regularly, has allowed me to open my wings and continue with medicines. Just three guaranteed meals, four at one time, a week, was enough. That should tell you a bit, a lot, right there. Lots of things came together.
I will have to gear up a bit more. My tent is good for mild stuff. But won't do for winter. Of course, to be honest, a tent will just be a beginning. I will be exploring setting up a camp, eventually, without so much as a pack and just bare minimum survival food, and that just in case I can't find catch or kill, or in places where there is no game fish or flora. Of all flora, 75% of it, on average and anywhere, is toxic to humans. Just understand that. Lots of things to try out. And it won't be without risk. Such is life. It is time for the dragon to fly, or getting close enough. I am not the only dragon that is waking, either. I can feel the hungers, the eyes opening, the minds working, and lots of things happening. I did send out the call, and others are making way the time.
It feels wonderful to have stretched. It's a baby step, albeit. I've got another thing coming up. I figure I can be pretty set by then, for more of a stretch. I should have some hikes, and biking, in by then. Hmm... yeah... perhaps biking out for target practice would be a thing I can get in. Why now? Why this year and not last? First, it is just a plan. Until I do it... But I feel it in my bones. Timing, things are returning my call, flesh is healing, it is time, that is all I know.
I best call my friend and reschedule our shoot. Friday, maybe Saturday. If that happens, then next week, sometime, as he wants. But for this morning, I am enjoying the cool and pains of the body. Hmm, probably will find some food before long. Later.
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No, not food, my night. No complaints. I left the windows open last night. I just checked. It said it got down to 32? Whatever. I was comfortable and only needed two blankets. But I won't do that again without checking. That's mighty close to freezing. It's up to 52 outside, and it's 64 in here, and I am quite comfortable. I slept like a log. I set the alarm for an eight hour sleep, doubting I would make that with two days out and probably a burn and some more. I ended up sleeping about eleven hours, I simply turned the alarm off, perhaps giving it one hour reset first. I realized I would sleep until I was rested so quite the alarm. My ribs are a bit sore, and have been for several days. All good. This is, actually, how I like to feel. I will take today off, then back to it. And next week, as I said, more outings. I deserve to work myself into a lather and soreness, plus throw on a bit of burn. I've worked all winter to get in shape to begin getting in shape. Talk about layers? Yeah. This summer is shaping up to be a honing summer. What for? Camping this winter, or next, out and up. Hell yeah. Doom is waking. Hells, of various natures, are being prepared for. And, if it all works? Next summer I am going summer camping in the deserts to the south and west, on top of hiking in the mountains.
Snow shoe camping, desert camping, mountain summer and winter camping. Fishing, and maybe getting ready for some hunting as I learn to track game in the off seasons, and just getting out. Fresh air, hot, middling, and cold. It's what I was made to do. Learning my ao out to a couple hundred miles, and maybe a bit more. Initially solo. But if I learn to do it well enough, then I would like to group up. So long as I don't feel I will slow things down for others too much, or can find a small group of groups with whom I can both trust and sort of match paces. Some social, some learning, some teaching. That's the plan. Desert Cat sort of helped me ring that bell. Now I want to hear that sound more often. Medicines have done their part. And I did my part by giving them a hell of a chance, at great pains and risks. And food, coming in regularly, has allowed me to open my wings and continue with medicines. Just three guaranteed meals, four at one time, a week, was enough. That should tell you a bit, a lot, right there. Lots of things came together.
I will have to gear up a bit more. My tent is good for mild stuff. But won't do for winter. Of course, to be honest, a tent will just be a beginning. I will be exploring setting up a camp, eventually, without so much as a pack and just bare minimum survival food, and that just in case I can't find catch or kill, or in places where there is no game fish or flora. Of all flora, 75% of it, on average and anywhere, is toxic to humans. Just understand that. Lots of things to try out. And it won't be without risk. Such is life. It is time for the dragon to fly, or getting close enough. I am not the only dragon that is waking, either. I can feel the hungers, the eyes opening, the minds working, and lots of things happening. I did send out the call, and others are making way the time.
It feels wonderful to have stretched. It's a baby step, albeit. I've got another thing coming up. I figure I can be pretty set by then, for more of a stretch. I should have some hikes, and biking, in by then. Hmm... yeah... perhaps biking out for target practice would be a thing I can get in. Why now? Why this year and not last? First, it is just a plan. Until I do it... But I feel it in my bones. Timing, things are returning my call, flesh is healing, it is time, that is all I know.
I best call my friend and reschedule our shoot. Friday, maybe Saturday. If that happens, then next week, sometime, as he wants. But for this morning, I am enjoying the cool and pains of the body. Hmm, probably will find some food before long. Later.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
That was just an odd day.
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I got showerd, shaved, and dressed in a leisurely fashion. I headed out in plenty of time. But on the way, something very unusual happened. Oh, it's happened before. In extreme conditions, in very hot or very cold temps, when too wet, when way too tired. I have seen this before, but not in such a mild situation. On the way there I... simply became lost! I knew I was on I-15, heading south. But it seemed to me that I had traveled to far. That can happen when there are a lot of rigs on the road, and traffic is aggressive. Both of which were in play. But I've not had it happen like this. So... I turned around at the next offramp and turned around until I found a place I knew. I had not, as I had supposed, gone too far. I ended up eating up all of my spare time, but still checked in seven minutes early. But... that weirded me out a bit.
It may just be that, since I have been rather sedentary, and went out yesterday, even getting a sun burn, but definitely wearing myself out, that I was simply tired. And traffic was pretty nuts. People blocking the highway, then driving on my ass because I wanted to go more than two miles over the speed limit on the interstate, and people just driving nuts, plus having a pretty full road. Even though I didn't feel all that tired, I think, deep down in, I was a bit worn. I will need tomorrow as an off day. But then out again the next two days. Hmm, wait... I'll have to rearrange the shooting day. Conflict of interest I just hadn't made sense of yet.
I have decided to just go with the more expensive, send now, sewing machine. Along with all the gear. My mother believes my sister in law has friends who sew, who might help get it all set up. But I know, as busy as they are, if I didn't get threads, needles, and extra bobbins, they might not be gotten for some time. I might be a bit in the dog house for this sort of gift, as is. But... Yum! I love me some dog house! There is usually something chewable thereabouts, and it's usually the quietest place around. Double yum. Plus... Screw them. This is what brothers are for! :)
Zapped, though, boys and girls. I am that. But with the sun and warmth, it's hard not to be happy to make myself tired. I'm loving it. Next week, besides a shoot with my friend, and maybe one or two on my own, I am hoping to maybe get a hike in, somewhere. I don't care if I only get a mile, or even half a mile. I would like to learn a couple of the trailheads, and begin getting my... feet wet on that. If I find a path I can handle, I would then like to work up to carrying more than just some water, food, bandana, and wet gear. Maybe add a tent over time. Then stretch my hike into and overnighter, then two or three nights. We will see. For now, just to find some trail heads, with a bit of kit, and see where that gets me. Next week. Heck yeah!
I'm going to need an hour or two to come down. But I should sleep like a champ. Later, or maybe good night.
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I got showerd, shaved, and dressed in a leisurely fashion. I headed out in plenty of time. But on the way, something very unusual happened. Oh, it's happened before. In extreme conditions, in very hot or very cold temps, when too wet, when way too tired. I have seen this before, but not in such a mild situation. On the way there I... simply became lost! I knew I was on I-15, heading south. But it seemed to me that I had traveled to far. That can happen when there are a lot of rigs on the road, and traffic is aggressive. Both of which were in play. But I've not had it happen like this. So... I turned around at the next offramp and turned around until I found a place I knew. I had not, as I had supposed, gone too far. I ended up eating up all of my spare time, but still checked in seven minutes early. But... that weirded me out a bit.
It may just be that, since I have been rather sedentary, and went out yesterday, even getting a sun burn, but definitely wearing myself out, that I was simply tired. And traffic was pretty nuts. People blocking the highway, then driving on my ass because I wanted to go more than two miles over the speed limit on the interstate, and people just driving nuts, plus having a pretty full road. Even though I didn't feel all that tired, I think, deep down in, I was a bit worn. I will need tomorrow as an off day. But then out again the next two days. Hmm, wait... I'll have to rearrange the shooting day. Conflict of interest I just hadn't made sense of yet.
I have decided to just go with the more expensive, send now, sewing machine. Along with all the gear. My mother believes my sister in law has friends who sew, who might help get it all set up. But I know, as busy as they are, if I didn't get threads, needles, and extra bobbins, they might not be gotten for some time. I might be a bit in the dog house for this sort of gift, as is. But... Yum! I love me some dog house! There is usually something chewable thereabouts, and it's usually the quietest place around. Double yum. Plus... Screw them. This is what brothers are for! :)
Zapped, though, boys and girls. I am that. But with the sun and warmth, it's hard not to be happy to make myself tired. I'm loving it. Next week, besides a shoot with my friend, and maybe one or two on my own, I am hoping to maybe get a hike in, somewhere. I don't care if I only get a mile, or even half a mile. I would like to learn a couple of the trailheads, and begin getting my... feet wet on that. If I find a path I can handle, I would then like to work up to carrying more than just some water, food, bandana, and wet gear. Maybe add a tent over time. Then stretch my hike into and overnighter, then two or three nights. We will see. For now, just to find some trail heads, with a bit of kit, and see where that gets me. Next week. Heck yeah!
I'm going to need an hour or two to come down. But I should sleep like a champ. Later, or maybe good night.
Yeah, well, it was an idea.
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A couple of plans have to be reworked. While I was enjoying the cool of the morning, I was pretty much stuck. If I want to do anything, which I have to do, then I had to close the windows and get some heat going. Simple as that. Perhaps I can enjoy tomorrow morning as a cool morning.
I also checked the sewing machine I want to order. It seems that the seller who is offering it at $144 (which has gone up since I first put it in my basket) is suggesting a wait of up to two months. There is a seller who will send it today, but their price $188. There are other machines. But at the price point, not really comparable. Buffaloed. I may just have to bite the bullet and spend the extra. Or, look around online. Of course, you do realize, that sellers have figured us out. If you get a price here, or there, they have learned to only offer that price anywhere. I'm not sure about the tech behind it, but it is rather efficient at separating you from your money at a certain level. It's why you rarely find bargains. Actually, initially, the price was $125. They are negotiating in the wrong direction. I would just send money, and have them buy one, but... that never works as it should. Blarmey!
Well, best get going. I have a few days to think about things. But I think I'm stuck with the higher price. A gift that is "on the way, in a few months" just... well... doesn't work for a youngling. Or the sender, for my part. Oh well. A shower, a shave, and... who knows. Later.
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A couple of plans have to be reworked. While I was enjoying the cool of the morning, I was pretty much stuck. If I want to do anything, which I have to do, then I had to close the windows and get some heat going. Simple as that. Perhaps I can enjoy tomorrow morning as a cool morning.
I also checked the sewing machine I want to order. It seems that the seller who is offering it at $144 (which has gone up since I first put it in my basket) is suggesting a wait of up to two months. There is a seller who will send it today, but their price $188. There are other machines. But at the price point, not really comparable. Buffaloed. I may just have to bite the bullet and spend the extra. Or, look around online. Of course, you do realize, that sellers have figured us out. If you get a price here, or there, they have learned to only offer that price anywhere. I'm not sure about the tech behind it, but it is rather efficient at separating you from your money at a certain level. It's why you rarely find bargains. Actually, initially, the price was $125. They are negotiating in the wrong direction. I would just send money, and have them buy one, but... that never works as it should. Blarmey!
Well, best get going. I have a few days to think about things. But I think I'm stuck with the higher price. A gift that is "on the way, in a few months" just... well... doesn't work for a youngling. Or the sender, for my part. Oh well. A shower, a shave, and... who knows. Later.
A bit more sleep than usual.
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Yesterday was a long day. Since I haven't been doing much, just getting to the range was a bit. It wasn't a literal strain, merely a drain. Getting slightly burned added to the drain, if it was all good. Need to get a little color back. And, I ended up eating three squares, which did at to it. On top of that, I opened windows and turned the furnace off and kept it that way overnight. A little extra sleep was sort of expected. I set the alarm for an eight hour sleep, but kept pushing the wake time out an hour. I did that twice anyway. But after the second time, Sassy decided that it would probably be a good thing if I woke and fed her. And, she knows how to wake me without... getting a free ride. So... half way through the second cycle I woke and fed the girls. The thermo suggests it is about 63 in here. Now, if that is as warm as the day would get, I would consider closing everything down and turning the furnace up. But it will start getting warmer. It is possibly going to hit into the 70's this week, maybe today. So... I am going to enjoy the cool, this morning anyway, and as long as spring lasts. Last summer it was 95 almost every day, and not a cool day below 85 that I remember. Bleh!
Still, in an hour or so, a shower and maybe a shave. I have some things to do, so I won't be using much energy this morning. I do feel better. And I have been taking medicines like clockwork again. I had to get out of bed, to take the last of them last night. That is incentive to make sure to get it all before I crawl into bed. Crawling out of bed, and sleep, when realization hits, is... annoying and difficult. But, yeah, it's worth it. Better just to make sure to take it and sleep well and easily.
After yesterday's shoot, I am hoping to get out, even just myself, a few times a week until I have my mojo back. That was embarrassing. I have found, though, that once I get back on the edge of very good shooting that I can then back off. I just like to keep that edge, not just waste money and time trying to perfect a honed skill. When well practiced, two or three shoots, perhaps fifty to a hundred rounds per caliber/gun type, a month, will keep that edge. When you can bounce a can at 30 to 50 yards with a pistol... you've got it on and need not worry more, at least for practical applications. I'm just not into contest shooting. There is only one contest that concerns me, and I won't even initiate that sort of thing, and don't look forward to it. I just wish .22's would come back on the market at a real price. I need to store a few bricks up, first, and then only shoot what I can replace. I do mean just a few bricks, perhaps four. I have heard of guys who have 200k .22's. They will never, ever, shoot that much. That is called hording. And, yes, that is wrong, in my opinion, at least at this point, as things stand.
Yesterday, while visiting some folk, I offered get them to the range. I thought the daughter said she wanted to go. I blurted something out. I hope it... didn't sound too mocking. Just, well, I'm not used to girls wanting to shoot. I didn't laugh, thankfully, but almost. I know, I know. But the longer day had led me to be in a bit of a... less than diplomatic capacity. Oh, sure, there are females who shoot. There are also cats which swim. Never mind. As I said, at least I didn't laugh.
Life is improving. Medicines have become regulated, I have balanced myself with them and finally at full dose, and everything is beginning to even out and improve again. Got to hand it to myself, I didn't quit. I really, at times, through those six months, thought about it. I really started wondering if all that could possibly be worth the effort and pains. I kept it positive here, on the blog, at least regarding medicine. But I was beginning to wonder. I don't even know why the medicine would be so harsh with me. It isn't for most. It can be hard for many to take, but merely because of the exhaustion it causes, leading to a confused mind. For whatever reason, taking these medicines, or at least getting them to level, is physically traumatic for me. But, I am there now. And things are good again. If I ever drop off them, even for a week or two, as soon as I realize it, or can, I will be right back on them. I think the only real time it will be a huge problem is if I stay off them for a month or more. Then something simply changes. But I do have to admit, even on them, at level, staying on them absolutely regularly, in the condition I find myself, is no simple trick. Wake, some night, at your midnight, after several hours of sleep, and walk a tightrope over broken glass. Yeah, that's the ticket. Failing is very harsh, but... doing this every night is going to... you will fail, from time to time. That, my friends, is my lot in life. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. So be it.
Still, I won't complain more. I... sort of enjoy challenges. I wish I could take on more serious, or external, challenges. Racing cars at 150 to 230 miles an hour would be a kick. Sky diving would be a gas, base jumping even more so. Collecting rattle snakes, wrestling bears, and hunting wild bore on foot all seem... reasonable. But, that is not where I am at, so I'll... stick to my rope balancing act. Later.
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Yesterday was a long day. Since I haven't been doing much, just getting to the range was a bit. It wasn't a literal strain, merely a drain. Getting slightly burned added to the drain, if it was all good. Need to get a little color back. And, I ended up eating three squares, which did at to it. On top of that, I opened windows and turned the furnace off and kept it that way overnight. A little extra sleep was sort of expected. I set the alarm for an eight hour sleep, but kept pushing the wake time out an hour. I did that twice anyway. But after the second time, Sassy decided that it would probably be a good thing if I woke and fed her. And, she knows how to wake me without... getting a free ride. So... half way through the second cycle I woke and fed the girls. The thermo suggests it is about 63 in here. Now, if that is as warm as the day would get, I would consider closing everything down and turning the furnace up. But it will start getting warmer. It is possibly going to hit into the 70's this week, maybe today. So... I am going to enjoy the cool, this morning anyway, and as long as spring lasts. Last summer it was 95 almost every day, and not a cool day below 85 that I remember. Bleh!
Still, in an hour or so, a shower and maybe a shave. I have some things to do, so I won't be using much energy this morning. I do feel better. And I have been taking medicines like clockwork again. I had to get out of bed, to take the last of them last night. That is incentive to make sure to get it all before I crawl into bed. Crawling out of bed, and sleep, when realization hits, is... annoying and difficult. But, yeah, it's worth it. Better just to make sure to take it and sleep well and easily.
After yesterday's shoot, I am hoping to get out, even just myself, a few times a week until I have my mojo back. That was embarrassing. I have found, though, that once I get back on the edge of very good shooting that I can then back off. I just like to keep that edge, not just waste money and time trying to perfect a honed skill. When well practiced, two or three shoots, perhaps fifty to a hundred rounds per caliber/gun type, a month, will keep that edge. When you can bounce a can at 30 to 50 yards with a pistol... you've got it on and need not worry more, at least for practical applications. I'm just not into contest shooting. There is only one contest that concerns me, and I won't even initiate that sort of thing, and don't look forward to it. I just wish .22's would come back on the market at a real price. I need to store a few bricks up, first, and then only shoot what I can replace. I do mean just a few bricks, perhaps four. I have heard of guys who have 200k .22's. They will never, ever, shoot that much. That is called hording. And, yes, that is wrong, in my opinion, at least at this point, as things stand.
Yesterday, while visiting some folk, I offered get them to the range. I thought the daughter said she wanted to go. I blurted something out. I hope it... didn't sound too mocking. Just, well, I'm not used to girls wanting to shoot. I didn't laugh, thankfully, but almost. I know, I know. But the longer day had led me to be in a bit of a... less than diplomatic capacity. Oh, sure, there are females who shoot. There are also cats which swim. Never mind. As I said, at least I didn't laugh.
Life is improving. Medicines have become regulated, I have balanced myself with them and finally at full dose, and everything is beginning to even out and improve again. Got to hand it to myself, I didn't quit. I really, at times, through those six months, thought about it. I really started wondering if all that could possibly be worth the effort and pains. I kept it positive here, on the blog, at least regarding medicine. But I was beginning to wonder. I don't even know why the medicine would be so harsh with me. It isn't for most. It can be hard for many to take, but merely because of the exhaustion it causes, leading to a confused mind. For whatever reason, taking these medicines, or at least getting them to level, is physically traumatic for me. But, I am there now. And things are good again. If I ever drop off them, even for a week or two, as soon as I realize it, or can, I will be right back on them. I think the only real time it will be a huge problem is if I stay off them for a month or more. Then something simply changes. But I do have to admit, even on them, at level, staying on them absolutely regularly, in the condition I find myself, is no simple trick. Wake, some night, at your midnight, after several hours of sleep, and walk a tightrope over broken glass. Yeah, that's the ticket. Failing is very harsh, but... doing this every night is going to... you will fail, from time to time. That, my friends, is my lot in life. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. So be it.
Still, I won't complain more. I... sort of enjoy challenges. I wish I could take on more serious, or external, challenges. Racing cars at 150 to 230 miles an hour would be a kick. Sky diving would be a gas, base jumping even more so. Collecting rattle snakes, wrestling bears, and hunting wild bore on foot all seem... reasonable. But, that is not where I am at, so I'll... stick to my rope balancing act. Later.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Mistakes.
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I make them, daily, hourly, even more frequent. This one saw me beet red. I have had my curtains drawn since September, really. And though I have gotten out several times, the weather has been in play and it has been in a vehicle. Not today. Out, shooting, in full sun, for a few hours. I look like a lobster, a cooked one. Even my arms burned a bit. I guess I need to get used to that anyway. I will be going out again Thursday. I was a terrible shot today. I am woefully out of practice. My friend, as usual, was better. But not by all that much. Neither of us were exactly doing our best. A little sun is going to hurt until I get used to it. Still, I think not having target practice in so long is more of a mistake.
I did get the cards sent, the one I was worried about was sent registered. When those arrive, I'll check the sewing machine and kit, and see how long delivery will take, then sort of plan that out. It's as good a machine as they make today, within reason. Further, if it lasts, it can go on and do more complex sewing jobs, involving even up to leather, so reviewers seem to suggest. My mother will show the girls how to use it when she is out. It is primarily for the youngest niece, but I will ask that she share... a bit. We'll see. My mother is good at... negotiating.
I brought the trash and recycling barrels back in. But I think that is about it for today. It's late. Even with the work up from the day, I do believe I will be able to sleep easily, and shortly. Very soon. Tired. Fool of a fool that I am. Good night.
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I make them, daily, hourly, even more frequent. This one saw me beet red. I have had my curtains drawn since September, really. And though I have gotten out several times, the weather has been in play and it has been in a vehicle. Not today. Out, shooting, in full sun, for a few hours. I look like a lobster, a cooked one. Even my arms burned a bit. I guess I need to get used to that anyway. I will be going out again Thursday. I was a terrible shot today. I am woefully out of practice. My friend, as usual, was better. But not by all that much. Neither of us were exactly doing our best. A little sun is going to hurt until I get used to it. Still, I think not having target practice in so long is more of a mistake.
I did get the cards sent, the one I was worried about was sent registered. When those arrive, I'll check the sewing machine and kit, and see how long delivery will take, then sort of plan that out. It's as good a machine as they make today, within reason. Further, if it lasts, it can go on and do more complex sewing jobs, involving even up to leather, so reviewers seem to suggest. My mother will show the girls how to use it when she is out. It is primarily for the youngest niece, but I will ask that she share... a bit. We'll see. My mother is good at... negotiating.
I brought the trash and recycling barrels back in. But I think that is about it for today. It's late. Even with the work up from the day, I do believe I will be able to sleep easily, and shortly. Very soon. Tired. Fool of a fool that I am. Good night.
Looks like it's on.
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I called my friend to check on his appointment. He canceled it to next week. And, of course, he wanted to go right away! I think my call surprised him. I'm not the best at showing up when I say I will. Can't, always. Lose track. Something about shooting, of course. I'll grab my pistol, magazines, and a box or two of extra ammunition of various flavors. But first I need to get those birthday cards made out and send those before showing up. I said I'd be there a little later, which means... in a while. After I get everything else managed, a shower, dressing, maybe a shave. You know, the things that make social access a little less odd.
Hmm... I just took recycling out, so I don't have any cans to put in a bag and take along. Oh well. I'm sure we will find something to shoot. I probably have a few things in the auto, and there are usually cans out there. Still, I really ought to get a real target or two. But they can be so pricey, and finicky. And I'm not sure how long those pistol grade rolling targets really last. And they are so bright, it's hard to miss them. I like a little more challenge. None of my enemies have ever arrived in orange clothing, having a big target on them. Not one. I have some doubt that they will in any possible future.
Having taken a shower just yesterday, and a few days before that, I am in pretty good shape. Still, I like to be extra clean, so I always at least lather, rinse, and repeat, top to bottom, every time. Shaving should be quick, too. Most of the stuff I needed should be arriving, for the straight razor, within the week. But I'll have to practice honing, and such, first, anyway. I'll wait until I return from the burn to begin that. I don't want to be going out into the wilds with nicks and cuts. And I still haven't found my soap bristles. I'm not really looking forward to this, to be honest. I am mostly doing it to cut shaving costs, in the long run, and as a prepper thing. These razors will last a lifetime, and then some. Soap will be as available as ever, if homemade in a worst case situation. Bristle brushes would be the real weak point. While strops won't last a very long time, I am thinking that on the local trade they will become much more available to deal with all of the other hand tools that will be necessary. Just... thinking along those lines.
Well, I ought to get a shower in, then relax a bit, get those cards ready to go, and then decide when to take off. Later.
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I called my friend to check on his appointment. He canceled it to next week. And, of course, he wanted to go right away! I think my call surprised him. I'm not the best at showing up when I say I will. Can't, always. Lose track. Something about shooting, of course. I'll grab my pistol, magazines, and a box or two of extra ammunition of various flavors. But first I need to get those birthday cards made out and send those before showing up. I said I'd be there a little later, which means... in a while. After I get everything else managed, a shower, dressing, maybe a shave. You know, the things that make social access a little less odd.
Hmm... I just took recycling out, so I don't have any cans to put in a bag and take along. Oh well. I'm sure we will find something to shoot. I probably have a few things in the auto, and there are usually cans out there. Still, I really ought to get a real target or two. But they can be so pricey, and finicky. And I'm not sure how long those pistol grade rolling targets really last. And they are so bright, it's hard to miss them. I like a little more challenge. None of my enemies have ever arrived in orange clothing, having a big target on them. Not one. I have some doubt that they will in any possible future.
Having taken a shower just yesterday, and a few days before that, I am in pretty good shape. Still, I like to be extra clean, so I always at least lather, rinse, and repeat, top to bottom, every time. Shaving should be quick, too. Most of the stuff I needed should be arriving, for the straight razor, within the week. But I'll have to practice honing, and such, first, anyway. I'll wait until I return from the burn to begin that. I don't want to be going out into the wilds with nicks and cuts. And I still haven't found my soap bristles. I'm not really looking forward to this, to be honest. I am mostly doing it to cut shaving costs, in the long run, and as a prepper thing. These razors will last a lifetime, and then some. Soap will be as available as ever, if homemade in a worst case situation. Bristle brushes would be the real weak point. While strops won't last a very long time, I am thinking that on the local trade they will become much more available to deal with all of the other hand tools that will be necessary. Just... thinking along those lines.
Well, I ought to get a shower in, then relax a bit, get those cards ready to go, and then decide when to take off. Later.
Just a few notions.
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While it is a commercial, I think they got it just about right. And, while I don't use that particular litter, or care about the weight of it, I did go with a lighter litter, as it turns out, but because it works extremely well. Poor girls, so worried about poppo.
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While it is a commercial, I think they got it just about right. And, while I don't use that particular litter, or care about the weight of it, I did go with a lighter litter, as it turns out, but because it works extremely well. Poor girls, so worried about poppo.
Nothing fancy.
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I was dragging along the bottom, this morning, not really able to catch a ride with a whim, want, or chore. Hours, awake, nothing. Couldn't really wake up. I goofed with Blue Moon and FireFox. While I did figure some things out, it still didn't work. I'll try later, or tomorrow. What a pain. Then I realized, for as late as it seemed, it was still quite early. Early enough to take the trash out, and recycling if that was today. I hopped to that, got it all (bachelor's version of all) together, then out. Yep, recycling day, so that went out too. Well, there... was a bit of trash. And, it was well past time to change the girl's litter. Actually, the next time I am in town, and remember, I will buy several bags of litter, and maybe hit that again in a few weeks. It's good, but pushing it. Which is fine.
On the way back in, I heard the phone ringing. I am sort of expecting a call, but more like around 10:00, so I hurried to catch it. V.A., dental, soon, afternoon appointment. Check. See, now, another good thing. I thought I had missed the appointment. I thought I had rescheduled, then blown it. Looks like not. It's just a cleaning, but still. It's a trip, it gets me off my butt, there might be some sort of health issues regarding it, as the teeth are among the fundamentals. At least oral health is. So... all good.
I am waiting to see when my friend's appointment is. When he knows, and if he remembers to call me, I might be able to prepare, and be in town to do a few of my things, before heading out shooting. It is cool this morning, but the sun is out, up, and shining like a kid receiving praise. I suspect, by this afternoon, a light jacket, definitely for my friend and maybe for me, will be enough to see some lead fly. The other day he suggested that he wasn't all that good with a pistol. But he thought he was good with a rifle. I laughed, yes I did. I am damn nasty with a side arm. I am. Fast or slow, I'll get it at fifty yards or less, and we are talking about cans down to silver dollar sized targets. Man sized targets? A hundred yards. I am good, in my mind, as far as I know things. But him? He is better. Laughed, absolutely. I think he is just confused. Sure, you can group much better with a rifle, especially at a hundred yards or less. And you are more precise if the rifle can be, and is, sighted in properly. But they are simply two different machines. Still, I did laugh.
I'd love to take one of the .22s as well, but since I can't find affordable replacement ammunition, I simply am not shooting that. Just the 9 mm today. I may take some .45 ammo, as I know he will have at least one, probably. I haven't shot his newer .45 and am curious. But that is it for that. Oh, I'll probably be just a bit rusty. And I am rather tired. But I'll... figure it all out rather quickly. What I need is a little adrenalin and a reason. It all snaps back as I wake up. *pow!*
Later.
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I was dragging along the bottom, this morning, not really able to catch a ride with a whim, want, or chore. Hours, awake, nothing. Couldn't really wake up. I goofed with Blue Moon and FireFox. While I did figure some things out, it still didn't work. I'll try later, or tomorrow. What a pain. Then I realized, for as late as it seemed, it was still quite early. Early enough to take the trash out, and recycling if that was today. I hopped to that, got it all (bachelor's version of all) together, then out. Yep, recycling day, so that went out too. Well, there... was a bit of trash. And, it was well past time to change the girl's litter. Actually, the next time I am in town, and remember, I will buy several bags of litter, and maybe hit that again in a few weeks. It's good, but pushing it. Which is fine.
On the way back in, I heard the phone ringing. I am sort of expecting a call, but more like around 10:00, so I hurried to catch it. V.A., dental, soon, afternoon appointment. Check. See, now, another good thing. I thought I had missed the appointment. I thought I had rescheduled, then blown it. Looks like not. It's just a cleaning, but still. It's a trip, it gets me off my butt, there might be some sort of health issues regarding it, as the teeth are among the fundamentals. At least oral health is. So... all good.
I am waiting to see when my friend's appointment is. When he knows, and if he remembers to call me, I might be able to prepare, and be in town to do a few of my things, before heading out shooting. It is cool this morning, but the sun is out, up, and shining like a kid receiving praise. I suspect, by this afternoon, a light jacket, definitely for my friend and maybe for me, will be enough to see some lead fly. The other day he suggested that he wasn't all that good with a pistol. But he thought he was good with a rifle. I laughed, yes I did. I am damn nasty with a side arm. I am. Fast or slow, I'll get it at fifty yards or less, and we are talking about cans down to silver dollar sized targets. Man sized targets? A hundred yards. I am good, in my mind, as far as I know things. But him? He is better. Laughed, absolutely. I think he is just confused. Sure, you can group much better with a rifle, especially at a hundred yards or less. And you are more precise if the rifle can be, and is, sighted in properly. But they are simply two different machines. Still, I did laugh.
I'd love to take one of the .22s as well, but since I can't find affordable replacement ammunition, I simply am not shooting that. Just the 9 mm today. I may take some .45 ammo, as I know he will have at least one, probably. I haven't shot his newer .45 and am curious. But that is it for that. Oh, I'll probably be just a bit rusty. And I am rather tired. But I'll... figure it all out rather quickly. What I need is a little adrenalin and a reason. It all snaps back as I wake up. *pow!*
Later.
Awake, right at eight hours.
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I went to bed a bit later, waiting for a call. I can only imagine, that who usually calls, used an unusual phone. My phone was set to block all but certain phones. The phone usually used is not blocked. Who knows, but no call came through. No problem. When I did get down to bed I slept well, and it wasn't all that late, in real terms. I set my alarm for right at nine hours. I woke at the eight hour mark, and really thought about going back to sleep. The aspect of myself that kicks in when I am healthy enough, and also chooses other than oreos for treats, and some other things, kicked in this morning. Just a bit tired, perhaps grumpy about it, but that is a perfectly acceptable option on any given morning, and means little to the cause.
Some mornings that is just the way it must be. And... as I've come to know things, I appreciate that sometimes. Most mornings are 'duty free', so if anything, this adds variety. I'm actually only ever really just grumpy on the inside. The girls can almost never tell, unless they push it. Even then, I let them know with a bark and, at this time, they have learned to just let it pass. Oh, they will get fed, and they will get water, they can even set on me, or the back of my chair, or wherever they like, but they may not fuss too much is all. As I wake, I come out of it, and then they can go through their little dramas. Teh women! Cat, human, little difference in some areas.
Dreams again, but I've covered that enough recently. Oh, as I have mentioned, I love waking before the alarm. Just shy of eight hours down, actually, but now that waking and sleeping are somewhat in check, I can do that. Really, six to ten hours is moderately okay, six hours for optimal performance in demanding times, seven to eight as the usual base-line, and eight to ten for when I need a break, seven to eight and a nap when the load is too much. Whatever it takes to not be gasping for consciousness, and my body will take what it needs if I don't give it to it. Not bad, really, given health. I don't know what the doctors actually believe, but I do know what they say is fiction. They must think I'm still under enough to actually believe them? Saying a lie twice, or ten times, or a hundred times, doesn't make it true, you know?
Today? To town. My friend has a doctor appointment but he didn't know when. He said he would call and check on that, then let me know. I suspect, if he wants, I could make it in to the post office while he is at his appointment, then pick him up after. The thing is, if he needs blood, iron, but certainly if he needs both, he won't have time, or energy when it it done, to play. But if he is able and ready, and it is warm enough, we may head out and let off some ammunition. It's been a while since I put a few downrange. Same for him. It would be nice to get in some practice. And we both have new items to test. Then, probably, a meal.
After that I simply don't know. Probably not much. Probably, after that, just holding out to a decent bedtime. Later.
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I went to bed a bit later, waiting for a call. I can only imagine, that who usually calls, used an unusual phone. My phone was set to block all but certain phones. The phone usually used is not blocked. Who knows, but no call came through. No problem. When I did get down to bed I slept well, and it wasn't all that late, in real terms. I set my alarm for right at nine hours. I woke at the eight hour mark, and really thought about going back to sleep. The aspect of myself that kicks in when I am healthy enough, and also chooses other than oreos for treats, and some other things, kicked in this morning. Just a bit tired, perhaps grumpy about it, but that is a perfectly acceptable option on any given morning, and means little to the cause.
Some mornings that is just the way it must be. And... as I've come to know things, I appreciate that sometimes. Most mornings are 'duty free', so if anything, this adds variety. I'm actually only ever really just grumpy on the inside. The girls can almost never tell, unless they push it. Even then, I let them know with a bark and, at this time, they have learned to just let it pass. Oh, they will get fed, and they will get water, they can even set on me, or the back of my chair, or wherever they like, but they may not fuss too much is all. As I wake, I come out of it, and then they can go through their little dramas. Teh women! Cat, human, little difference in some areas.
Dreams again, but I've covered that enough recently. Oh, as I have mentioned, I love waking before the alarm. Just shy of eight hours down, actually, but now that waking and sleeping are somewhat in check, I can do that. Really, six to ten hours is moderately okay, six hours for optimal performance in demanding times, seven to eight as the usual base-line, and eight to ten for when I need a break, seven to eight and a nap when the load is too much. Whatever it takes to not be gasping for consciousness, and my body will take what it needs if I don't give it to it. Not bad, really, given health. I don't know what the doctors actually believe, but I do know what they say is fiction. They must think I'm still under enough to actually believe them? Saying a lie twice, or ten times, or a hundred times, doesn't make it true, you know?
Today? To town. My friend has a doctor appointment but he didn't know when. He said he would call and check on that, then let me know. I suspect, if he wants, I could make it in to the post office while he is at his appointment, then pick him up after. The thing is, if he needs blood, iron, but certainly if he needs both, he won't have time, or energy when it it done, to play. But if he is able and ready, and it is warm enough, we may head out and let off some ammunition. It's been a while since I put a few downrange. Same for him. It would be nice to get in some practice. And we both have new items to test. Then, probably, a meal.
After that I simply don't know. Probably not much. Probably, after that, just holding out to a decent bedtime. Later.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Oh, not pointing fingers. Mostly.
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Besides, pointing a finger at someone else, always leaves more pointing back. So... I suppose you could say I am pointing fingers after all. Someone, recently, reminded me of how poorly I have been taking care of some things. Now, that's all good and stuff. But I will never be tops in this area. Still, I wanted to see what folks suggested regarding tools. It is simple, really, assuming everything has a place and is in that place. See, this is where I fall down. Never the mind, I am... angling toward that notion and will do what I can as I may.
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Besides, pointing a finger at someone else, always leaves more pointing back. So... I suppose you could say I am pointing fingers after all. Someone, recently, reminded me of how poorly I have been taking care of some things. Now, that's all good and stuff. But I will never be tops in this area. Still, I wanted to see what folks suggested regarding tools. It is simple, really, assuming everything has a place and is in that place. See, this is where I fall down. Never the mind, I am... angling toward that notion and will do what I can as I may.
FireFox to Blue Moon.
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Yes, boys and girls. I talked about it the other day. Wasn't sure how possible it was to change browsers, but I rattled sabers at a fellow blogger's blog and he drew down on the notion. Meh, let HIM do the homework, which he did. Bastard. No... that's a compliment... in these parts anyway. So, sure enough he DID do the homework. Now I am forced to either eat crow, which ain't too bad, even cold, if you... know how to do it, and I do, or man up. In this case I have decided to man up, for no particular reason. Oh, wait, no, there is a reason. And, further, I meant what I said. You won't box me in with my words. But I do, generally live by them, so...
Now, problems... of course. There is a mitigation tool, the only option for automatically transferring your FireFox user profile from FireFox to Blue Moon. That might work for some, but it keeps failing when I try it. The advice I am getting, so far, from online, sucks rotten eggs. They suggest the tool is for those who don't know how, or even where, to transfer files. Majidjits! I know how to do that and have been doing that longer than most of these nitwit programers and guides have been alive! Damned kids. What they don't do is tell me which files to transfer. I've seen two different guides, and followed them to the letter, to absolute failure. Well, not absolute. Being that I don't trust majidit kids, I created backups before wiping the old files with what I was told to import. So, I haven't had to start from scratch. Damned kids.
Still, that means that, so far, I have no idea which program files to copy and import and their suggestions aren't helpful. But, yes, it will, eventually, as soon as the smarmy little bastards decide to let me know which files to actually copy and paste, happen. FireFox is going to be crushed by it's foolish adherence to the gay agenda. So will every business and politician. Americans are very tired of getting pushed around and there are a whole hell of a lot more of us than them. Custer had it good in comparison. Things are changing. People, when they had absolute majority, and freedom, and excessive wealth, were willing to go along to get along. Well, most of you. But now that you don't hold the majority, and are finding out just how intolerant the new budding minority majorities are, you are starting to realize you are going to have to fight, be crushed, or even killed. A little wake up call has been sounded. Yum!
FireFox is dead in my eyes. As soon as I can... figure this crap out. Damned kids. Just list the files!
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Yes, boys and girls. I talked about it the other day. Wasn't sure how possible it was to change browsers, but I rattled sabers at a fellow blogger's blog and he drew down on the notion. Meh, let HIM do the homework, which he did. Bastard. No... that's a compliment... in these parts anyway. So, sure enough he DID do the homework. Now I am forced to either eat crow, which ain't too bad, even cold, if you... know how to do it, and I do, or man up. In this case I have decided to man up, for no particular reason. Oh, wait, no, there is a reason. And, further, I meant what I said. You won't box me in with my words. But I do, generally live by them, so...
Now, problems... of course. There is a mitigation tool, the only option for automatically transferring your FireFox user profile from FireFox to Blue Moon. That might work for some, but it keeps failing when I try it. The advice I am getting, so far, from online, sucks rotten eggs. They suggest the tool is for those who don't know how, or even where, to transfer files. Majidjits! I know how to do that and have been doing that longer than most of these nitwit programers and guides have been alive! Damned kids. What they don't do is tell me which files to transfer. I've seen two different guides, and followed them to the letter, to absolute failure. Well, not absolute. Being that I don't trust majidit kids, I created backups before wiping the old files with what I was told to import. So, I haven't had to start from scratch. Damned kids.
Still, that means that, so far, I have no idea which program files to copy and import and their suggestions aren't helpful. But, yes, it will, eventually, as soon as the smarmy little bastards decide to let me know which files to actually copy and paste, happen. FireFox is going to be crushed by it's foolish adherence to the gay agenda. So will every business and politician. Americans are very tired of getting pushed around and there are a whole hell of a lot more of us than them. Custer had it good in comparison. Things are changing. People, when they had absolute majority, and freedom, and excessive wealth, were willing to go along to get along. Well, most of you. But now that you don't hold the majority, and are finding out just how intolerant the new budding minority majorities are, you are starting to realize you are going to have to fight, be crushed, or even killed. A little wake up call has been sounded. Yum!
FireFox is dead in my eyes. As soon as I can... figure this crap out. Damned kids. Just list the files!
Waking up is almost fun.
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It can be fun. And, with a few to many exceptions. There is a hump, sometimes, that must be overcome, to end up rolling out of bed. If it is a required wake, that bump in the road to consciousness is less pleasant, and usually larger, for me anyway. But this morning that elucidation limiter was more help than hindrance. Impetus rolled me, like a car to the high part of the parking lot speed bump, and gravity got me moving on into the day. And it is an actual morning. The last two days have been seeing me up in the middling single digit hours of the morning. Just right. I have been sleeping a bit extra, and allowing it, to gift myself for having pushed my day cycle around in a week. That's just not too bad, so extra sleep is fair enough. I'm just keeping an eye on it and will probably be putting that back into order, itself, shortly.
Medicines have been going in and down like clockwork. My bp was 115/82 this morning, blood sugar was 200 and teens, which is forty some points better than my last check and 240 something better than when they checked it at the hospital. I don't get it. I really don't. I am almost sure I was taking my medicines pretty well. Though, I was missing consistently, what I did miss. Maybe, over time, that was enough. Never mind, I am on that.
No dreams that I can recall, no sense of light or darkness, flora or fauna, men, women, demons, or angels. Just sleep. Which... was good. Those dreams, themselves, can titrate into the equivalent of a nuclear incident. It can wear me out just as hard as any physical exertion. I can bleed out in there. Though, that last set of dreaming, actually saw me to a higher level of awareness, and to some peace, even as darkly as it was written. Seeing justice served, perhaps even being the instrument of it, can be deliciously wonderful. Dragons, it seems, have their own form of plumb pudding about which to dream. A lot more blood, a lot less plumb. Yum!
Today? I don't know. More sorting, as I can, and a bit more hunting and pecking. The thing about both is that when I do either, I have to make sure I am not just taking a pile and, even if thinning it a bit, moving it from one square inch, foot, yard, to another. I have to make sure that the piles are headed to their places. Even getting closer, with an end-game in mind, is sort of okay. But just moving a group of items from here to there is... useless. Perhaps worse. I do, sometimes, think of my piles as a dragon would think of his hordes. *puff*
I am cleaning out my pan to make eggs, bacon, and sausage in a bit. I would love to try Desert Cat's bacon wrap, but I just don't quite have it going on. But it is on my mind! Bacon bombs indeed (you have to scroll up). Have a great morning!
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It can be fun. And, with a few to many exceptions. There is a hump, sometimes, that must be overcome, to end up rolling out of bed. If it is a required wake, that bump in the road to consciousness is less pleasant, and usually larger, for me anyway. But this morning that elucidation limiter was more help than hindrance. Impetus rolled me, like a car to the high part of the parking lot speed bump, and gravity got me moving on into the day. And it is an actual morning. The last two days have been seeing me up in the middling single digit hours of the morning. Just right. I have been sleeping a bit extra, and allowing it, to gift myself for having pushed my day cycle around in a week. That's just not too bad, so extra sleep is fair enough. I'm just keeping an eye on it and will probably be putting that back into order, itself, shortly.
Medicines have been going in and down like clockwork. My bp was 115/82 this morning, blood sugar was 200 and teens, which is forty some points better than my last check and 240 something better than when they checked it at the hospital. I don't get it. I really don't. I am almost sure I was taking my medicines pretty well. Though, I was missing consistently, what I did miss. Maybe, over time, that was enough. Never mind, I am on that.
No dreams that I can recall, no sense of light or darkness, flora or fauna, men, women, demons, or angels. Just sleep. Which... was good. Those dreams, themselves, can titrate into the equivalent of a nuclear incident. It can wear me out just as hard as any physical exertion. I can bleed out in there. Though, that last set of dreaming, actually saw me to a higher level of awareness, and to some peace, even as darkly as it was written. Seeing justice served, perhaps even being the instrument of it, can be deliciously wonderful. Dragons, it seems, have their own form of plumb pudding about which to dream. A lot more blood, a lot less plumb. Yum!
Today? I don't know. More sorting, as I can, and a bit more hunting and pecking. The thing about both is that when I do either, I have to make sure I am not just taking a pile and, even if thinning it a bit, moving it from one square inch, foot, yard, to another. I have to make sure that the piles are headed to their places. Even getting closer, with an end-game in mind, is sort of okay. But just moving a group of items from here to there is... useless. Perhaps worse. I do, sometimes, think of my piles as a dragon would think of his hordes. *puff*
I am cleaning out my pan to make eggs, bacon, and sausage in a bit. I would love to try Desert Cat's bacon wrap, but I just don't quite have it going on. But it is on my mind! Bacon bombs indeed (you have to scroll up). Have a great morning!
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