Decisions.

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While I have been spinning, and sitting, I made up my mind on a number of things.  I laid the dollars, picked up the bones, and tossed them like I knew what I was doing.  Just how I do.  It might smart, it might all fail, not my problem.  *grins*  Even if it is.  When you can ease around filters, stumble through collapse, sneak under barriers, and even make Death your bitch, worrying is only something to occupy the more serious recovery times.  Unless your a woman, then... from what I can see from my vantage point, it's usually a full, though sometimes more a part-time, job.  Then you get back to fulfilling the worries you just worked up, uhrm, if you are a man.  No time to worry until something is too broken.  Innit?  You mileage may vary.  My gas tank is full.  *zoom!*

I decided to go with both sets of camping gear.  There was a lot of overlap.  Couldn't get the extra cook stuff this month.  Next month, I suppose.  I got everything I need for each kit, at least for three-season settings.  Winter is a whole other animal.  As I suggested, for warmer areas, these might work for four-season.  If windchill can drop to below zero, I just wouldn't mess with these.  Ogresickleville is not a stop on my hike.  Not if I can help it.  I also added a few more pieces into next month's basket, for climbing.

While I suggested I might not climb until I got some edumucation, and for serious or higher heights I probably won't, I would like to begin... goofing.  I have known this was coming, but I don't recommend it for others.  You, as I, will fall... very possible.  You will not get up, dust off, and do it again in a week or two, or the next day.  I will.  Just how it goes.  You will be in a hospital, if you are lucky.  Don't do it lad, not by yourself, not without training.  I can afford to figure it out the hard way, maybe learn more at some point.  Just up a tree a ways, nothing fancy.

That is, if I can get the fires that seem to have lit focused on the pot to boil the water to run the pistons to...  Yeah.  Even with the migraine earlier, I am back to feeling fairly fit.  Not energetic.  Physically pretty dead.  But my mind is working again, at a rocket-pack pace.  It's trying to spread into the flesh, and probably will.  More so now that I have decided and gone forth with a plan.  And made future plans.  The weather has closed in again.  Crazy.  Good though.  I just wish I could get out hiking again, and working up, before it blazes out there.  I might be able to do it, too.  We'll see.

Tonight?  Dishes.  Laundry.  Weights.  Will be done.  If I can kick those out quickly enough, I may wear the vest for a bit tonight on top of it.  It'll be a push, but when isn't it.  Yeah, maybe the fire is spreading.  If it works, and I can push, I'd really like to hit the trail tomorrow.  It's almost 21:00 and the sun is just going down.  So, even with a later middle afternoon start, I might have time to run the full length.  The canyon lies east to west, mostly, so the light should be similar.  It's even higher, and further, than the ridges to my west, so the light might even last longer.  Only one way to find out.

Oh, right.  Beside nylon straps for making various length climbing devices, I thought to add a few attachments, so as to make a chest harness.  Not so much for climbing, though that isn't a terrible plan for some instances, I have been meaning to make a chest harness.  Something to add gear, a pistol or two, and such.  Yeah, sure, they make them.  But they all look .mil.  One thing I have decided is, no matter what else happens, or when, do NOT dress up like .mil.  You will cause confusion and fear, both to other civilians and to .mil, .gov, .leo.  Do not play soldier, sailor, marine, leo, or any such thing.  Just don't.  Be a civil civilian unless the option isn't there, and even so, don't stick out.  Well, yeah, my yahoo hair do, but... shut up.

Well... Maybe something to eat first.  No food yet, hungry.  Need it later anyway.  Then a bit of reading while that settles.  Then on to more.  Oh, I best boil eggs and make more mash, then set up another alfalfa group.  I'll be sprouting stuff until I feel I have the portions and techniques down, to my satisfaction.  Then I'll be going to smaller quantities, altered schedules, and off weeks.  For now... make it till I got it.  Later.  Ah, but some tunes for you.

Played both sides, and won and lost on each.  Love me some play.  If you only have one bet, I wouldn't recommend it.  If you have more lives than a cat?  Curiosity brings it back.  *wink(tm)*  Sinner or saint, mind you, the choice may not be yours, only the consequences.

Take from the stories what you will.  A little rockabilly if nothing else.

Not the most exciting, but a nice background.  And proof that not all rockabillys are tattooed head to foot?  Maybe.  Not that I can see, didn't look all that close, but...  The vid has an... almost innocent... old time feel (if you believe the 50's and 60's are old... trust me, not even a drop in the bucket of time).

Yeah.  Later.