No hike.

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Between finally getting to a meal, and the magnetism of work, I just didn't get out in time.  I did get to town.  I returned the gps and additions, then returned the cable box.  Oh, and I picked up several types of sprouting seeds.  A mix, and then straight alfalfa seed.  I almost bought the sprouting kit, but then decided against.  I know I have jars, and was pretty sure I had screen material.  If the screening isn't tight enough, I have a chinoise that is fine enough to handle quinoa easily, so it should work.  Messy, perhaps, but such is life... and just until they are started a bit, perhaps.  I was thinking, yesterday or the day before, that some green in with the grain* mix, one hot, the other cold, would be good.  I'd like to experiment with this stuff, maybe even take it on the path if I can get into overnight, and longer, outings.  A little green I can trust.  Don't believe those who say you can safely live off the land.  Much of what is green, brown, and any other color can and will kill you.  Much of what is safe to eat looks just like what is not safe to eat.  Do you really want to count on being an absolutely perfect walking biology encyclopedia?  I'm doing good to pick out the full fat items from the store, so deciding if that is a wild onion, or a poison replicant, based on a slight odor difference, while I might be thirsty, hungry, and overworked, doesn't sound like a plan.  Cheap, enough, and light dry.  Not even all that difficult to grow, just a little time, light, water, and fuss.

I have been tearing into the living room.  Cleaning this and that, sorting wires, cleaning the glass plates.  I just need to figure out how to drill holes into the shelf arms.  Seems simple enough, but you aren't looking at the problem up front.  Rounded tops, hollow, and that metal is something else to work with.  Hmm... the little drill press I bought off my friend, that might work.  I think there was even a bit of gear at the base, for containing materials.  I'm not sure if it is that strong, fine, etc...  Yeah, might go check that out.  The metal being as hard as it is, I'll want to start with small bits and work up.  Plus, I'm not exactly sure what size is needed.  You can't put material back, but you can always take off more.  I'll do that, then consider vacuuming before I call it a day.  If I can do that, I'll be ready to steam clean tomorrow.  Before I go to bed, I'll get out the plastic runners.

It is taking forever, and I keep missing things, like working out, hiking, or even getting much done.  And yet, the effort is just pouring out.  I am running at capacity, plus, even so.  The boat should be ready to hit the water after this weekend, so I'll be starting that up next week.  Maybe Monday!  I am hoping, though, to have the carpet done by the weekend, most of it.  Perhaps all of it, if I do it right, maybe?  I'm getting there.  Oh, next week I am going to begin checking on my phone.  If it's time, and I think it might be, I'll be going to a landline only.  Speaking with the woman at the cable company, I suggested that I was one of the first people with a cellphone.  People laughed.  I'm also one of the first to be dumping my cellphone.  And, again, people are laughing.  She suggested that a simpler life was a goal.  I suggested that was one way.  She said she needs her text messaging and calls.  I should have asked what she did without them, before them... she was older than me, if I had to guess.  Instead, I just said I was planting seeds.  She's her own management.  But that it wouldn't allow for simplicity.  Oh, the look.  Yeah, she knows.  She really does.  Just doesn't like to think too much about it.  Not yet.  I'm a trend starter, even as a quitter, though, I think.  We'll see... two to six years seems to be the general rule.  For me it is the expense, invasiveness, and uselessness. and some other things.

Hmm... a bowl of cherries, a little music, then I'll get on the drilling, then finish clearing the living room as needed, and then vacuuming.  Oh... I was becoming overwhelmed with all the tools, so I put them all up.  And, this weekend or sooner, I'll have to sweep, and maybe mop, in those first areas, again.  I don't mind going forward, but not so far forward that I forget my trail.  Yeah... I'm... getting there.  Grumpy as a bear, shaving the pith will do that.