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It is still hot, 91 outside, 80 in here, even as it hits 20:00. Still, I slept well. I must be slowly getting used to things, because I didn't feel the heat stealing my cool as I slept, and I slept through the absolute worst of it. A wonderful sleep, resting, restoring, quiet, and large enough to tend even the extra weariness from the constant heat. Plus, two bonuses... a couple of neat dreams.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
More, but not much.
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Most of the dishes, and I made my first kefir smoothy today. Next time I will strain the seeds out. Chewy. Not bad, but it takes a bit of sugar. A treat for once or twice a week. Having strained the kefir twice, to get all grains out, really does help. However, it becomes almost a pure liquid, more like milk juice, rather thank drinkable yogurt. I don't know, I am enjoying finding out how to affect specific changes to texture and strength of kefir. It is a science lab project, only one that is eminently edible.
So I didn't get to much more. I am pleased that I got to anything, and that I think I will get to more. A bit at a time, a little here and there, I think I'll make it just fine. I figure the rest of the dishes, a much bigger bite into the kitchen, and the finishing the kayak tonight. It's the goal. Food is ready, though I might take fish out thaw. Something to add to the mac and cheese. I think I am coming back to life, even if heat is pretty much the same. I am, sort of, getting used to it. Now to pick up the load and work in the heat.
I have been doing well, with the givens. The cave simply doesn't get much below 80, and hasn't for a while. Having ac while I sleep, or if I need a nap, is great, but that just takes the edge off a bit. I can still feel that heat creep in. I don't think I can afford to take the trips I had considered. I mean, I could. I just don't like shaving that close. I'm used to having a bit more fat just in case. And a bit more, and a bit more. Not enough to call myself set, or even safe, just... not even close to month-to-month, and with a good latitude for gearing and some other things. Extra over my extra against some bills, including the cave. I am hoping, if geared up and prepped right, in spring or next summer to really start hitting the house payment. I'm already doing a goodly extra. But 200~250% would be good. Not sure if I actually can, more at the higher portion, but... maybe. I don't know if that would really help. It just might mean a quicker sale. Or a sale at all. I expect a loss, if that isn't why I bought into the home. Much as it won't be why I would buy silver or gold. Further, renting a similar property would be much more expensive and more of a loss, to my mind. Still, central air might go in next spring as well.
Bedtime, I do believe. I will sleep better having done a few things, with plans and a good chance at more. Good night.
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Most of the dishes, and I made my first kefir smoothy today. Next time I will strain the seeds out. Chewy. Not bad, but it takes a bit of sugar. A treat for once or twice a week. Having strained the kefir twice, to get all grains out, really does help. However, it becomes almost a pure liquid, more like milk juice, rather thank drinkable yogurt. I don't know, I am enjoying finding out how to affect specific changes to texture and strength of kefir. It is a science lab project, only one that is eminently edible.
So I didn't get to much more. I am pleased that I got to anything, and that I think I will get to more. A bit at a time, a little here and there, I think I'll make it just fine. I figure the rest of the dishes, a much bigger bite into the kitchen, and the finishing the kayak tonight. It's the goal. Food is ready, though I might take fish out thaw. Something to add to the mac and cheese. I think I am coming back to life, even if heat is pretty much the same. I am, sort of, getting used to it. Now to pick up the load and work in the heat.
I have been doing well, with the givens. The cave simply doesn't get much below 80, and hasn't for a while. Having ac while I sleep, or if I need a nap, is great, but that just takes the edge off a bit. I can still feel that heat creep in. I don't think I can afford to take the trips I had considered. I mean, I could. I just don't like shaving that close. I'm used to having a bit more fat just in case. And a bit more, and a bit more. Not enough to call myself set, or even safe, just... not even close to month-to-month, and with a good latitude for gearing and some other things. Extra over my extra against some bills, including the cave. I am hoping, if geared up and prepped right, in spring or next summer to really start hitting the house payment. I'm already doing a goodly extra. But 200~250% would be good. Not sure if I actually can, more at the higher portion, but... maybe. I don't know if that would really help. It just might mean a quicker sale. Or a sale at all. I expect a loss, if that isn't why I bought into the home. Much as it won't be why I would buy silver or gold. Further, renting a similar property would be much more expensive and more of a loss, to my mind. Still, central air might go in next spring as well.
Bedtime, I do believe. I will sleep better having done a few things, with plans and a good chance at more. Good night.
Not a bad start.
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That might or might not be it. I finished most of the dishes. Just silverware, what I used for dinner, and a few glasses remain to wash, and a pot and flatware to dry. I took a shower before that. Then, when there was enough room, I made dinner. Mac and cheese, homemade... save for the mac. I've been working on various recipes of cheese goo. Each time, maybe twice a month, I've been trying something else, varying cook times and temps, and just tinkering. The cheese sauce is improving. I would say, for taste and consistency, it is just right. There is something I want to improve, but it won't be noticed for the most part. I need to remember to brown up the flour, rather than hoping it'll get cooked while reducing the sauce. Butter and flour, until brown, then the rest. It does take a bit to reduce, and I have started adding some of the liquid from cooking the noodles... I added that several times, hoping to stretch out the cooking time. Uncooked flour is just as risky as any meat. Nothing fancy, but it was good.
I need to drain off the kefir. I am hoping to finish the dishes. And trash needs to go out. Yeah, that's what was smelling. Not sure what or when, but it really needs to go. I doubt if I will get to the boat tonight. But, if I can get these things done, I can hit that in my next cycle. Plus, if I put the cheese mac up, I'll have food ready. Other than finishing that I am hoping to make food for this coming week. Another dozen and an half eggs, and that grain type mash. Only, if I do that, I'd like to make several batches of it, dehydrate two batches perhaps, and then vacuum bag some of that in smaller and larger pouches. One big batch for next week, as a trial. The rest of it into smaller bags as part of meals on the trail. Slowly but surely I should have good ready for when the heat backs off a bit, or I find my way through the heat. I'd live to have three or four main entrees, several side dishes, and perhaps some fruit "deserts" of some sort. Then again, a bit of dried cherry and apple in with the grain and jerky, would make a really nice little mixed, one dish, meal.
To get this all going, I really have to get my kitchen back in order. Then I am going to have to stay on top of it out there while I cook, dehydrate, and vacuum pack. Through this next three or four months I am honestly hoping to put up enough dehydrated, vacuum packed food, of smaller meal sizes, to last a couple of years, just on their own. The reduced size allows for a grab and run thing, so long as a vehicle is available. Freeze that and it last a very long time. But if electric goes, it still has something on the order of at least five years, especially in the cellar.
I have looked over finances. Not this month, but perhaps next month... once I find out how much my medical will actually be... I am hoping to order the grain mill. I had the money, but I was waiting on this, and forgot it. Then I spent on that and had to store up again. Then I thought I was delinquent on a major debt and lost track. Then I remembered a promise, and offered it. But, no. That didn't end up being a cost. Then, this summer, it's all been about gearing up for camping, hiking, kayaking, and such. Yeah... that's the next big ticket item. This coming month, unless a disaster strikes. November, I suspect, at the latest. Then, probably, another year of grain laid in. These things, if I manage them well, can go with me. Without housing costs initially, temp-controlled storage won't be a major issue. Theory and conjecture, but... yeah... With no housing in the summer, and no food costs for a couple of years, perhaps making a little in trade in the winter, I would be pretty ready to buy land in fairly short order. Two, maybe three years. We'll see.
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That might or might not be it. I finished most of the dishes. Just silverware, what I used for dinner, and a few glasses remain to wash, and a pot and flatware to dry. I took a shower before that. Then, when there was enough room, I made dinner. Mac and cheese, homemade... save for the mac. I've been working on various recipes of cheese goo. Each time, maybe twice a month, I've been trying something else, varying cook times and temps, and just tinkering. The cheese sauce is improving. I would say, for taste and consistency, it is just right. There is something I want to improve, but it won't be noticed for the most part. I need to remember to brown up the flour, rather than hoping it'll get cooked while reducing the sauce. Butter and flour, until brown, then the rest. It does take a bit to reduce, and I have started adding some of the liquid from cooking the noodles... I added that several times, hoping to stretch out the cooking time. Uncooked flour is just as risky as any meat. Nothing fancy, but it was good.
I need to drain off the kefir. I am hoping to finish the dishes. And trash needs to go out. Yeah, that's what was smelling. Not sure what or when, but it really needs to go. I doubt if I will get to the boat tonight. But, if I can get these things done, I can hit that in my next cycle. Plus, if I put the cheese mac up, I'll have food ready. Other than finishing that I am hoping to make food for this coming week. Another dozen and an half eggs, and that grain type mash. Only, if I do that, I'd like to make several batches of it, dehydrate two batches perhaps, and then vacuum bag some of that in smaller and larger pouches. One big batch for next week, as a trial. The rest of it into smaller bags as part of meals on the trail. Slowly but surely I should have good ready for when the heat backs off a bit, or I find my way through the heat. I'd live to have three or four main entrees, several side dishes, and perhaps some fruit "deserts" of some sort. Then again, a bit of dried cherry and apple in with the grain and jerky, would make a really nice little mixed, one dish, meal.
To get this all going, I really have to get my kitchen back in order. Then I am going to have to stay on top of it out there while I cook, dehydrate, and vacuum pack. Through this next three or four months I am honestly hoping to put up enough dehydrated, vacuum packed food, of smaller meal sizes, to last a couple of years, just on their own. The reduced size allows for a grab and run thing, so long as a vehicle is available. Freeze that and it last a very long time. But if electric goes, it still has something on the order of at least five years, especially in the cellar.
I have looked over finances. Not this month, but perhaps next month... once I find out how much my medical will actually be... I am hoping to order the grain mill. I had the money, but I was waiting on this, and forgot it. Then I spent on that and had to store up again. Then I thought I was delinquent on a major debt and lost track. Then I remembered a promise, and offered it. But, no. That didn't end up being a cost. Then, this summer, it's all been about gearing up for camping, hiking, kayaking, and such. Yeah... that's the next big ticket item. This coming month, unless a disaster strikes. November, I suspect, at the latest. Then, probably, another year of grain laid in. These things, if I manage them well, can go with me. Without housing costs initially, temp-controlled storage won't be a major issue. Theory and conjecture, but... yeah... With no housing in the summer, and no food costs for a couple of years, perhaps making a little in trade in the winter, I would be pretty ready to buy land in fairly short order. Two, maybe three years. We'll see.
Friday, July 3, 2015
Awake, planning.
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It was about 19:00 when I woke, 18:30 maybe. I know I fussed about a bit, then knowing packages were in brought those in. I noticed that it is rather dark, partly cloudy with good cover. That offers some chance for a cooler day... or... night, to you.
In the packing arrived titanium flatware, a stainless 2 liter pressure cooker (weighty, but should save a great deal on fuel... not so much weight savings as how long fuel will last), a minor waterproof trail spice rack, and various other odds and ends, including a vacuum food saver. With that having arrived, depending on how much bagging is available, I would like to get back to dehydrating. Larger packs, meal packs, packs for various lengths of time... it's going to be trial and error and a bit of a perpetual mess and confusing. Still, that IS how my life goes. I never really know, but I suspect. And that suspicion more than not leads me to better action, or no action if I just can't know quite yet. Patience, Cricket. Yeah, that often means a lot of nothing, a lot of waiting, a lot of reading, and some preparing. So it goes with food storage, life, love, travel, exercise, and play. Remember, we are just trying to get through the tunnel as wisely, safely, and properly as possible. We can't even fix much, nothing big, few things little, not even all things personal. A seemingly simple thing like quitting tobacco is harsh. Getting better though.
With the potential for it to be cooler this evening, and with dishes sort of on their second soapy run, I am hoping to finish those, kick out more of the kitchen, hit the bathroom, and maybe finish the sun shade cover for the kayak tonight. Or at least work on it. Something I haven't, completely anyway, figured out is if and where to glue the pipe and fittings, what other sorts of attachments to attempt to craft, how to attach the whole mass to the kayak, exactly, and.... yeah... probably some other things. Some goals are... to keep all lengths flat. I don't want any elbows connecting two lengths at any angle inseparably connected. Flat. I also need to be careful that what is glued is glued on both sides, same with other attachment forms. And that they can be adjusted to be even, the parts that aren't fixed permanently. Who would have thought so much thought, time, and effort might want to be put into such a simple thing. Sure... could just toss it together. Quite often, people who do that end up doing it over, and over, and over, and still end up "saving money" by buying a prebuilt. I don't have that kind of money. Oh, and the sun shade tarp is in. It arrived today as well. Wasn't sure when it would show, or even ship. And it is summer, their busy season, so... quite nice.
Dishes, then look around for a bite? Yeah. Coffee, too. Need some somethings to get going. Later.
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It was about 19:00 when I woke, 18:30 maybe. I know I fussed about a bit, then knowing packages were in brought those in. I noticed that it is rather dark, partly cloudy with good cover. That offers some chance for a cooler day... or... night, to you.
In the packing arrived titanium flatware, a stainless 2 liter pressure cooker (weighty, but should save a great deal on fuel... not so much weight savings as how long fuel will last), a minor waterproof trail spice rack, and various other odds and ends, including a vacuum food saver. With that having arrived, depending on how much bagging is available, I would like to get back to dehydrating. Larger packs, meal packs, packs for various lengths of time... it's going to be trial and error and a bit of a perpetual mess and confusing. Still, that IS how my life goes. I never really know, but I suspect. And that suspicion more than not leads me to better action, or no action if I just can't know quite yet. Patience, Cricket. Yeah, that often means a lot of nothing, a lot of waiting, a lot of reading, and some preparing. So it goes with food storage, life, love, travel, exercise, and play. Remember, we are just trying to get through the tunnel as wisely, safely, and properly as possible. We can't even fix much, nothing big, few things little, not even all things personal. A seemingly simple thing like quitting tobacco is harsh. Getting better though.
With the potential for it to be cooler this evening, and with dishes sort of on their second soapy run, I am hoping to finish those, kick out more of the kitchen, hit the bathroom, and maybe finish the sun shade cover for the kayak tonight. Or at least work on it. Something I haven't, completely anyway, figured out is if and where to glue the pipe and fittings, what other sorts of attachments to attempt to craft, how to attach the whole mass to the kayak, exactly, and.... yeah... probably some other things. Some goals are... to keep all lengths flat. I don't want any elbows connecting two lengths at any angle inseparably connected. Flat. I also need to be careful that what is glued is glued on both sides, same with other attachment forms. And that they can be adjusted to be even, the parts that aren't fixed permanently. Who would have thought so much thought, time, and effort might want to be put into such a simple thing. Sure... could just toss it together. Quite often, people who do that end up doing it over, and over, and over, and still end up "saving money" by buying a prebuilt. I don't have that kind of money. Oh, and the sun shade tarp is in. It arrived today as well. Wasn't sure when it would show, or even ship. And it is summer, their busy season, so... quite nice.
Dishes, then look around for a bite? Yeah. Coffee, too. Need some somethings to get going. Later.
The kefir grains that ate the universe?
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How long have I been kefiring? A week, less? Something like that. From what all I read, and looking at what arrived, I figure I started out with enough kefir grain for a quart, which I actually split into two pints. I can't remember if I did that just for a day, but I think so. I like it well enough to want to go big. And there seemed to be enough grains. As is, when I rotated, going to one quart jar in the process today instead of two, I had two thirds of a quart of JUST kefir grains. Okay, so I have just a bit of advice regarding kefir, as I see things now.
One. If you want a stronger, faster, sour... with more kefir grain production, don't wash out your jar. For my part I probably will wash out my jars. I don't mind the strong taste, I do mind more kefir grain production. Eats into my "kefir profits". I want more liquid kefir. Now, if you want to eat some of the kefir grains, and get that bitter bite faster (which I do like, mind you), then just scrape, but don't wash, your kefir jars. Same with your refrigerator keeper jars. If you want a bit more chunk, don't wash the jars after use. Just seal, if you use them up before the new kefir is ready, until you are ready to to the switch. The last few days I have been getting such thick and biteful kefir, that I double strained what came out of even the holder jar in the fridge. Don't mind the double brew, just not every day. Then I washed all the jars, strained out a ton of kefir grains which sadly had to be tossed, and set everything back up. I did keep a pint of kefir grains, and put them in the fridge with milk in just a non-use holder jar. They may end up going too. I just want to keep a back up culture set in case something should go bad.
I washed everything, reset culture levels down to basic proper levels, washed jars, double and triple screened out the cultures, and set it all up pretty fresh. It was getting just a wee cloying. Now, when it gets that thick, it does have an effervescence, and a tang, that are enjoyable. But, as I said, not for every single day. I still haven't made a fruit, or compote. I am working on the dishes. When that is done, I might hit a compote. All I am saying is, if you start on kefir, unless you have chickens or other things that can (and will, the girls won't) eat the stuff, then you will be throwing, or eating, a lot of the grains. I won't mess around and keep various levels of the things around. I am quite bound to lose track and cause a problem. As I have done with eggs. No, just one batch. And, at the end of next week, it goes and is replaced by a new back up culture. It is tossed first, then the extra culture is set up. Bleh. Oh, I haven't tried cream yet. I think it, sort of, just makes homemade sour cream. Not sure that would be all that cost effective for me, since sour cream is very cheap compared to cream. I may do a bit more research, but that's pretty much as I see it. If I had a cow, definitely. But having to buy cream... nah. It would, potentially, be fantastic compared to store bought, but it isn't always about that.
I may just go back in and rest for a while, then see what I can hit later. Nice and cool, mostly, but I still have a slight burn from the general heat. Polar bears simply should not be this far south! Later.
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How long have I been kefiring? A week, less? Something like that. From what all I read, and looking at what arrived, I figure I started out with enough kefir grain for a quart, which I actually split into two pints. I can't remember if I did that just for a day, but I think so. I like it well enough to want to go big. And there seemed to be enough grains. As is, when I rotated, going to one quart jar in the process today instead of two, I had two thirds of a quart of JUST kefir grains. Okay, so I have just a bit of advice regarding kefir, as I see things now.
One. If you want a stronger, faster, sour... with more kefir grain production, don't wash out your jar. For my part I probably will wash out my jars. I don't mind the strong taste, I do mind more kefir grain production. Eats into my "kefir profits". I want more liquid kefir. Now, if you want to eat some of the kefir grains, and get that bitter bite faster (which I do like, mind you), then just scrape, but don't wash, your kefir jars. Same with your refrigerator keeper jars. If you want a bit more chunk, don't wash the jars after use. Just seal, if you use them up before the new kefir is ready, until you are ready to to the switch. The last few days I have been getting such thick and biteful kefir, that I double strained what came out of even the holder jar in the fridge. Don't mind the double brew, just not every day. Then I washed all the jars, strained out a ton of kefir grains which sadly had to be tossed, and set everything back up. I did keep a pint of kefir grains, and put them in the fridge with milk in just a non-use holder jar. They may end up going too. I just want to keep a back up culture set in case something should go bad.
I washed everything, reset culture levels down to basic proper levels, washed jars, double and triple screened out the cultures, and set it all up pretty fresh. It was getting just a wee cloying. Now, when it gets that thick, it does have an effervescence, and a tang, that are enjoyable. But, as I said, not for every single day. I still haven't made a fruit, or compote. I am working on the dishes. When that is done, I might hit a compote. All I am saying is, if you start on kefir, unless you have chickens or other things that can (and will, the girls won't) eat the stuff, then you will be throwing, or eating, a lot of the grains. I won't mess around and keep various levels of the things around. I am quite bound to lose track and cause a problem. As I have done with eggs. No, just one batch. And, at the end of next week, it goes and is replaced by a new back up culture. It is tossed first, then the extra culture is set up. Bleh. Oh, I haven't tried cream yet. I think it, sort of, just makes homemade sour cream. Not sure that would be all that cost effective for me, since sour cream is very cheap compared to cream. I may do a bit more research, but that's pretty much as I see it. If I had a cow, definitely. But having to buy cream... nah. It would, potentially, be fantastic compared to store bought, but it isn't always about that.
I may just go back in and rest for a while, then see what I can hit later. Nice and cool, mostly, but I still have a slight burn from the general heat. Polar bears simply should not be this far south! Later.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Don't backsass.
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I am impressed at how much some can ignore with their own eyes. True, believe only half of what you see. But do put in diligence to know which half to believe. Don't sass.
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I am impressed at how much some can ignore with their own eyes. True, believe only half of what you see. But do put in diligence to know which half to believe. Don't sass.
To finish tonight or not.
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The last bits for construction of the sun cover for the kayak arrived. Well, enough to make it operational. I did order neoprene glue-on blocks that I want to cut into strips and attach to the base pipe which rests on the the raft's side inflatable tanks. Those will both act as a protective layer, but also add grip between the two parts of the boat. I opened the package as soon as they arrived. I have been looking them over every half hour since, mortified. They just look too small. These companies are horrible. What a 3/4 inch pipe is depends on which application, manufacturer, or salesman believes it to be, rarely having anything to do with any measurement you could take in real life. And, then, depending on new or old systems, when it does match up with something, whether it is inside or outside diameter is a whole other thing. Yes, yes, I should have taken my calipers to the pipes before ordering. Just because the seller said this would match to the pipes another store sold does not mean anything, less so as time ticks on and the realization that economic destruction can't be avoided. Everybody is just trying to push whatever they can out some door before they can't. They don't care if you get what you need, they just need and want and are being whipped to MOVE STOCK. They would nearly give much of it away if they could. A few pennies in, even if a paper debt of billions, translated right, and they will be ahead when the whole system fails. If they have gold, or silver, or hard currency, or various currencies, or... even if they make it to America illegally but broke... so they believe.
The myth of America is over. The wealth is, mostly, just in selling debt, packaging loans, borrowing and betting to make more debt to package. It is, currently, ground zero for economic ruin. It is the factory that makes the economic weapons which will guarantee world economic collapse. Well, sure, Europeans are vying for the title as well. The Chinese are like the poor retarded redheaded step child that tries to be as bad as the other kids, but just doesn't get it. Well, it gets it. It's just now how or where or why they would like it. Every time they react, they are three paces behind. Oddly, that might, very possibly, work in their favor. You see, bad kids are self destructive. Following them down their rabbit hole is not a wise thing. Now, China is not wise, but being less capable of economic evil through socialist retardation which makes corrupting the markets much harder may simply work in their favor. I guess their might be some benefits to slaying all of your elites, but only if you plan on continuing in their evil... talk about never learning though. No trick, just too stupid to jump off the cliff as far out so as to fall all the way down the cliff... only half way. Not a forgiveness, mind you. The intent is just the same.
Oh, right, the dubious fittings. Yes, every half hour. It took some time to wake up, then to work up the nerve. It's still at around 80, inside and out. So that isn't happy. And, tonight, at least so far, it feels like a hot 80. Yeah, I don't get it either. Might have to see if humidity is changing, or a high or low moved through, or... something else. It might simply be subjectivity, if I don't think so. I did get out. And, to much... relief... they parts fit. I might, if it cools more later, see if I can get the kayak finished. I would love to get out with it, but yeah no. WAY too busy, everywhere, this weekend. And nothing says long weekend, even if they don't know why, than leaving work Thursday night and staying sloshed and stuffed until Tuesday work? Who knows. What I am sure is that until Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, leaving the cave will be like going into SLC on a weekend. No thank you. I love you all, but bugger off, I'm retired. I could just see my kayak getting cut in half by a moron with a super power boat, and me having to swim over, rip his head off, do terrible things down his wind pipe, and then to have to explain that to all the various leo departments which would have an interest in hearing the story for themselves. You swam to catch his boat? Well, yeah. You removed his head with your bare hands? Uhrm-hmm. You used his shirt to wipe? Yup. You want me to draw you pictures officer? Ha. Would you? Meh.
I noticed some problems lately. Yeah, I'll be talking to someone soon. I sense a problem, just didn't realize how, or if, it would manifest. Well, it did. She thinks being pretty is enough, or that she deserves attention. She reads here, she knows what I write. She simply doesn't believe. Stories. And, fine. I won't disagree, to a degree. If I won't agree either, if that is neither here nor there. Are you following? Doubt it, but anyway. Beauty, hers, should be enough. But what I have written, that beauty is not even the starting point, only the admittance fee, isn't a story and I don't negotiate on my blog or in the flesh on that. That doesn't even get a woman to the line. No, she doesn't believe that, in spite of the fact that I pretty much ignore her. But why? I don't even know her, right? Ah, but she doesn't understand, I really DO see in the dark. A woman who isn't chaste, no matter how beautiful, is dead to me. A used sex toy holds about the same appeal. And, yes, I can tell.
Don't get me wrong. She really is tops, but as far as I can tell, that is skin deep. Beyond not interesting me for the reasons I have mentioned, she isn't even actually interested. She merely wants me to give her dues. I think I have covered the dues of pride. At the end, close your eyes, and think of lily... well... white snow. If she truly wants her dues, I've got her card. I have them with me at all times. I have no trouble handing them to those who demand them. Best to know your place, little one. Best to heed warnings, see the signs, and keep your charms out of harms way. Or I will remember you, and introduce the shadow of who you think you are with who you really are.
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The last bits for construction of the sun cover for the kayak arrived. Well, enough to make it operational. I did order neoprene glue-on blocks that I want to cut into strips and attach to the base pipe which rests on the the raft's side inflatable tanks. Those will both act as a protective layer, but also add grip between the two parts of the boat. I opened the package as soon as they arrived. I have been looking them over every half hour since, mortified. They just look too small. These companies are horrible. What a 3/4 inch pipe is depends on which application, manufacturer, or salesman believes it to be, rarely having anything to do with any measurement you could take in real life. And, then, depending on new or old systems, when it does match up with something, whether it is inside or outside diameter is a whole other thing. Yes, yes, I should have taken my calipers to the pipes before ordering. Just because the seller said this would match to the pipes another store sold does not mean anything, less so as time ticks on and the realization that economic destruction can't be avoided. Everybody is just trying to push whatever they can out some door before they can't. They don't care if you get what you need, they just need and want and are being whipped to MOVE STOCK. They would nearly give much of it away if they could. A few pennies in, even if a paper debt of billions, translated right, and they will be ahead when the whole system fails. If they have gold, or silver, or hard currency, or various currencies, or... even if they make it to America illegally but broke... so they believe.
The myth of America is over. The wealth is, mostly, just in selling debt, packaging loans, borrowing and betting to make more debt to package. It is, currently, ground zero for economic ruin. It is the factory that makes the economic weapons which will guarantee world economic collapse. Well, sure, Europeans are vying for the title as well. The Chinese are like the poor retarded redheaded step child that tries to be as bad as the other kids, but just doesn't get it. Well, it gets it. It's just now how or where or why they would like it. Every time they react, they are three paces behind. Oddly, that might, very possibly, work in their favor. You see, bad kids are self destructive. Following them down their rabbit hole is not a wise thing. Now, China is not wise, but being less capable of economic evil through socialist retardation which makes corrupting the markets much harder may simply work in their favor. I guess their might be some benefits to slaying all of your elites, but only if you plan on continuing in their evil... talk about never learning though. No trick, just too stupid to jump off the cliff as far out so as to fall all the way down the cliff... only half way. Not a forgiveness, mind you. The intent is just the same.
Oh, right, the dubious fittings. Yes, every half hour. It took some time to wake up, then to work up the nerve. It's still at around 80, inside and out. So that isn't happy. And, tonight, at least so far, it feels like a hot 80. Yeah, I don't get it either. Might have to see if humidity is changing, or a high or low moved through, or... something else. It might simply be subjectivity, if I don't think so. I did get out. And, to much... relief... they parts fit. I might, if it cools more later, see if I can get the kayak finished. I would love to get out with it, but yeah no. WAY too busy, everywhere, this weekend. And nothing says long weekend, even if they don't know why, than leaving work Thursday night and staying sloshed and stuffed until Tuesday work? Who knows. What I am sure is that until Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, leaving the cave will be like going into SLC on a weekend. No thank you. I love you all, but bugger off, I'm retired. I could just see my kayak getting cut in half by a moron with a super power boat, and me having to swim over, rip his head off, do terrible things down his wind pipe, and then to have to explain that to all the various leo departments which would have an interest in hearing the story for themselves. You swam to catch his boat? Well, yeah. You removed his head with your bare hands? Uhrm-hmm. You used his shirt to wipe? Yup. You want me to draw you pictures officer? Ha. Would you? Meh.
I noticed some problems lately. Yeah, I'll be talking to someone soon. I sense a problem, just didn't realize how, or if, it would manifest. Well, it did. She thinks being pretty is enough, or that she deserves attention. She reads here, she knows what I write. She simply doesn't believe. Stories. And, fine. I won't disagree, to a degree. If I won't agree either, if that is neither here nor there. Are you following? Doubt it, but anyway. Beauty, hers, should be enough. But what I have written, that beauty is not even the starting point, only the admittance fee, isn't a story and I don't negotiate on my blog or in the flesh on that. That doesn't even get a woman to the line. No, she doesn't believe that, in spite of the fact that I pretty much ignore her. But why? I don't even know her, right? Ah, but she doesn't understand, I really DO see in the dark. A woman who isn't chaste, no matter how beautiful, is dead to me. A used sex toy holds about the same appeal. And, yes, I can tell.
Don't get me wrong. She really is tops, but as far as I can tell, that is skin deep. Beyond not interesting me for the reasons I have mentioned, she isn't even actually interested. She merely wants me to give her dues. I think I have covered the dues of pride. At the end, close your eyes, and think of lily... well... white snow. If she truly wants her dues, I've got her card. I have them with me at all times. I have no trouble handing them to those who demand them. Best to know your place, little one. Best to heed warnings, see the signs, and keep your charms out of harms way. Or I will remember you, and introduce the shadow of who you think you are with who you really are.
Odd.
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It is 80 inside, 68 outside, pretty much like yesterday night. But it feels a lot cooler. There might be some mechanical reason, or... I am acclimating. I simply can't tell. What I can say is, a night or two like this and I could make it back to working. A few cool days and nights ever few weeks, to get my bearings back. Hmm... You know, I could always take a trip. Nothing fancy, just head out for a few days, and pick the hotels well, or places with several hotels to actually check out before accepting. I hate it when you get to a place and are stuck with a hotel that seems to not want you to use their ac, or doesn't even allow it. Avoid college towns, they try to push that from time to time. For the environment. Yeah, no, that isn't acceptable. Anyway... Well, and I could look for another ac unit. Not sure where to put in though, to be honest, or how much it would really help.
I would like to get to some things. Housecleaning, the shade structure for the kayak, a ton of things. But I honestly would hate to do a damn thing that might ruin this cool I am enjoying. Even at 68 outside, it wouldn't take much for me to bust into a sweat. Remember, I consider 72 and up hot, and say... 40 to 72 and where I like it when not all that active. So 68 is... pushing the line. Now, I wouldn't mind if I this last few weeks didn't leave me feeling cooked to a medium well. I need a break, and will enjoy it. Though, if the heat keeps up, and I feel hounded, I may see about a lodge in the mountains. Idaho, Utah, don't care. Just that it be high elevation and forecast for cool on top of it. Not just going to take it this time. And might look for another ac while I'm thumbing through the web.
I have been enjoying the kefir. Finally, tonight, I developed a true double "brew". It was much thicker, fermented twice, and I poured off the whey. So it should be extremely pungent. I haven't tried that yet. There wasn't much and I didn't want to try what little there was while it was warm. If it's a bit too sharp, I may blend frozen fruits, maybe add a bit of sugar... turbinado. If that isn't enough, I'll just try regular sugar. Who knows. My first real smoothy, if I get to it. I think after this run, I can go to using one quart at a time, unless I really like the double brew. If you pour of that whey, you only end up with about a third of a quart. You can use that whey for things, like fermenting cabbage into sauerkraut. One thing at a time, though. Still, it's... on the mind. And you can just mix it in to soften the double. I just wanted to try it double and down. Maybe in a bit.
Yeah, enjoying the "cool", if I don't quite get it. Same temp, same everything. All good. Later.
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It is 80 inside, 68 outside, pretty much like yesterday night. But it feels a lot cooler. There might be some mechanical reason, or... I am acclimating. I simply can't tell. What I can say is, a night or two like this and I could make it back to working. A few cool days and nights ever few weeks, to get my bearings back. Hmm... You know, I could always take a trip. Nothing fancy, just head out for a few days, and pick the hotels well, or places with several hotels to actually check out before accepting. I hate it when you get to a place and are stuck with a hotel that seems to not want you to use their ac, or doesn't even allow it. Avoid college towns, they try to push that from time to time. For the environment. Yeah, no, that isn't acceptable. Anyway... Well, and I could look for another ac unit. Not sure where to put in though, to be honest, or how much it would really help.
I would like to get to some things. Housecleaning, the shade structure for the kayak, a ton of things. But I honestly would hate to do a damn thing that might ruin this cool I am enjoying. Even at 68 outside, it wouldn't take much for me to bust into a sweat. Remember, I consider 72 and up hot, and say... 40 to 72 and where I like it when not all that active. So 68 is... pushing the line. Now, I wouldn't mind if I this last few weeks didn't leave me feeling cooked to a medium well. I need a break, and will enjoy it. Though, if the heat keeps up, and I feel hounded, I may see about a lodge in the mountains. Idaho, Utah, don't care. Just that it be high elevation and forecast for cool on top of it. Not just going to take it this time. And might look for another ac while I'm thumbing through the web.
I have been enjoying the kefir. Finally, tonight, I developed a true double "brew". It was much thicker, fermented twice, and I poured off the whey. So it should be extremely pungent. I haven't tried that yet. There wasn't much and I didn't want to try what little there was while it was warm. If it's a bit too sharp, I may blend frozen fruits, maybe add a bit of sugar... turbinado. If that isn't enough, I'll just try regular sugar. Who knows. My first real smoothy, if I get to it. I think after this run, I can go to using one quart at a time, unless I really like the double brew. If you pour of that whey, you only end up with about a third of a quart. You can use that whey for things, like fermenting cabbage into sauerkraut. One thing at a time, though. Still, it's... on the mind. And you can just mix it in to soften the double. I just wanted to try it double and down. Maybe in a bit.
Yeah, enjoying the "cool", if I don't quite get it. Same temp, same everything. All good. Later.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Feeling a bit trapped.
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Sleeping just right, running the fans day and night, the ac when needed, and doing or not doing simple to complex, work or played, based on a rolling account of how much the heat is taking out and how much I can cover or manage. For the most part, very little is getting done. Medicines are being tended, bodily cleanliness, but the cave is falling down around itself. While I can't do much, I do actually feel good. And there is some chance that, when I get the kayak together, I might be able to go where it is cool, enjoy the water for more cool, and feel a little less trapped.
I wonder if a second, larger, air conditioner might allow me to feel less trapped. Thing is, where to put it. I'm not actually sure I could put a larger ac in. Perhaps one of similar size. I'm simply not sure how much even that would help. Next spring, perhaps, central air. At least this year I am managing, so far, much better. I am simply trying to figure out how to not go under. I'm not sure how long I can manage this, at least as things stand. The heat will eventually take me down. If I can figure a way to get away from the heat well enough, for a day or three at a time, once or twice a month, I might be able to revive a bit. I'm sort of racing the train. I've made it this far, and done quite well within the constraints. While I'm not holding my breath, I have some level of hope that I will figure a way out of it. Maybe, but a real maybe.
I will be, pretty much, buying the last of my camping gear, and most of the vacuum sealer kit. A mess kit, a backup stove, a wind shield that will work with both stoves, some other final gear, neoprene material to line the bottom edge of the pvc pipe used in the kayak, as a layer of protection, and several other bits and pieces. I even ordered a smaller pressure cooker for up there. It can really cut down on fuel use. The order isn't just for camping, but also for general food and food prep. Next month I have my first appointment, so I'll hold off until I know what that bill will be. And I may hold off anyway, so as to save for the grain mill. Though I may just save, as I have a long drive coming up later in the fall. It depends on how things look, financially. I'd sure like to get that mill.
After that, there might be a few odds and ends. Repair parts for this and that, expendables such as extra vacuum bags or rolls, and little things. But, for the most part, I am going to begin dialing down expenditures and begin using some of the things I have. The only thing I'll be pressing, a bit, is buying meats to jerk and can, dehydrating fruits and vegetables, and generally canning. Beside the grain, I would like to have a couple of years of the other stored in various ways. More, I'd like to become an even hand at food prep and storage. I want to get the general ideas down, so when I get to Alaska I won't be a nuisance. If I can't keep up with the hunt, perhaps I can be ready to finish butchering and smoking, canning, or whatever else. If I can go, I can use that time to learn very specific things. And, just maybe, I can bring enough skills to stretch whatever spread to make me valuable enough to put up with long enough to teach.
If you are weak, half dead, and have issues, learn to make yourself valuable enough that it can be tolerated. The world of men, or animals, or just the world itself, suffer fools, the weak, and the lazy, not well at all. Don't believe the new world order when it suggests those types are welcome. If men truly aren't needed to be fruitful, it is because they aren't needed at all. And the best way to get rid of them is to feed them well enough to make them fat and lazy. Much easier to round up. Yes, if the elites are promising you free stuff? Remember, the Germans offered free stuff too. Some of that free stuff was foreign bombs ripping cities apart, some of it was free train passes, and travel in the back of vans for the constitution of special citizens. Just know, whoever the government wants to disarm? That is their target. If it is everybody, then you are part of the target demo.
As for me, I will figure out where to be, or not be, and go there. But my looks aren't enough to live on, could get me shot actually. So I better have a backup plan. Trivia answers don't matter, opinions are like assholes... everybody has one and they all stink. Yeah, but if I can spare food from spoil, offer new food options, and pluck nutrients from ruin and force multiply that... I might make friends. More so if I can backstop a sprinting grizzly at the 20 yard line and closing by surprise. And, I'm thinking I probably would have a better chance at that than most, as is. If I have to change my shorts over the deal, I want canines and the biggest claws. DNR can bugger off.
Well... It's about time for bed. Maybe a bit of music first? Nah, but I will read. Not even 7:00, and it's almost 80 in here. Good night.
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Sleeping just right, running the fans day and night, the ac when needed, and doing or not doing simple to complex, work or played, based on a rolling account of how much the heat is taking out and how much I can cover or manage. For the most part, very little is getting done. Medicines are being tended, bodily cleanliness, but the cave is falling down around itself. While I can't do much, I do actually feel good. And there is some chance that, when I get the kayak together, I might be able to go where it is cool, enjoy the water for more cool, and feel a little less trapped.
I wonder if a second, larger, air conditioner might allow me to feel less trapped. Thing is, where to put it. I'm not actually sure I could put a larger ac in. Perhaps one of similar size. I'm simply not sure how much even that would help. Next spring, perhaps, central air. At least this year I am managing, so far, much better. I am simply trying to figure out how to not go under. I'm not sure how long I can manage this, at least as things stand. The heat will eventually take me down. If I can figure a way to get away from the heat well enough, for a day or three at a time, once or twice a month, I might be able to revive a bit. I'm sort of racing the train. I've made it this far, and done quite well within the constraints. While I'm not holding my breath, I have some level of hope that I will figure a way out of it. Maybe, but a real maybe.
I will be, pretty much, buying the last of my camping gear, and most of the vacuum sealer kit. A mess kit, a backup stove, a wind shield that will work with both stoves, some other final gear, neoprene material to line the bottom edge of the pvc pipe used in the kayak, as a layer of protection, and several other bits and pieces. I even ordered a smaller pressure cooker for up there. It can really cut down on fuel use. The order isn't just for camping, but also for general food and food prep. Next month I have my first appointment, so I'll hold off until I know what that bill will be. And I may hold off anyway, so as to save for the grain mill. Though I may just save, as I have a long drive coming up later in the fall. It depends on how things look, financially. I'd sure like to get that mill.
After that, there might be a few odds and ends. Repair parts for this and that, expendables such as extra vacuum bags or rolls, and little things. But, for the most part, I am going to begin dialing down expenditures and begin using some of the things I have. The only thing I'll be pressing, a bit, is buying meats to jerk and can, dehydrating fruits and vegetables, and generally canning. Beside the grain, I would like to have a couple of years of the other stored in various ways. More, I'd like to become an even hand at food prep and storage. I want to get the general ideas down, so when I get to Alaska I won't be a nuisance. If I can't keep up with the hunt, perhaps I can be ready to finish butchering and smoking, canning, or whatever else. If I can go, I can use that time to learn very specific things. And, just maybe, I can bring enough skills to stretch whatever spread to make me valuable enough to put up with long enough to teach.
If you are weak, half dead, and have issues, learn to make yourself valuable enough that it can be tolerated. The world of men, or animals, or just the world itself, suffer fools, the weak, and the lazy, not well at all. Don't believe the new world order when it suggests those types are welcome. If men truly aren't needed to be fruitful, it is because they aren't needed at all. And the best way to get rid of them is to feed them well enough to make them fat and lazy. Much easier to round up. Yes, if the elites are promising you free stuff? Remember, the Germans offered free stuff too. Some of that free stuff was foreign bombs ripping cities apart, some of it was free train passes, and travel in the back of vans for the constitution of special citizens. Just know, whoever the government wants to disarm? That is their target. If it is everybody, then you are part of the target demo.
As for me, I will figure out where to be, or not be, and go there. But my looks aren't enough to live on, could get me shot actually. So I better have a backup plan. Trivia answers don't matter, opinions are like assholes... everybody has one and they all stink. Yeah, but if I can spare food from spoil, offer new food options, and pluck nutrients from ruin and force multiply that... I might make friends. More so if I can backstop a sprinting grizzly at the 20 yard line and closing by surprise. And, I'm thinking I probably would have a better chance at that than most, as is. If I have to change my shorts over the deal, I want canines and the biggest claws. DNR can bugger off.
Well... It's about time for bed. Maybe a bit of music first? Nah, but I will read. Not even 7:00, and it's almost 80 in here. Good night.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Not a bad rest.
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A bit short, so a nap may happen later. Pick-up sleep isn't perfect but does help. I don't know if I mentioned, but I only had to stay awake to a bit after noon. The scheduler for the n.p. I was hoping to work with called and, after speaking with the n.p., decided to see if I was interested. Tracking blood sugar will be about $100 every three months. I don't know if lab fees are additional, though I suspect so. I don't know about prescriptions, but that would be a good add. Just an emergency source should the V.A., or myself, mess up. I don't even need a three month supply, just monthly... though with enough scripts in that I can keep afloat as needed. The one that concerns me the most is lantus. I only get a two month supply, and that has been pulling lame. It's as if they are putting less than a month's supply in. I know I don't use more. If anything I miss a day or two a month. But it's not lasting the full month. Did they power it down to 28 days but miss the thing, or rip off the V.A., putting in 24 while charging for 28? Oops! A two month supply means I pretty much have to order every other month. No matter how much better I am doing, that is like anyone else always standing on their toes. There is no fast way to get it here. Oh, I ordered yesterday. Haven't heard a peep (they call to schedule delivery, even if a signature isn't required). Fine, but... I'll call them tomorrow. A little breathing room on medicine means I'm not as much of a captive. Yeah, the V.A. can be nasty when you don't play the game of your life the way they want you to. She's... just... like... a woman to me.
I think I have enough kefir made up to keep one as a double sour this time. I've been drinking that quite heavily. It does clean you out, as I mentioned. But that, mostly, seems to have past. At least past peak. My body is sort of figuring out to do with the new biofuel regulators. I'm still having to be tender with gas. No sharts yet, and I'd like to keep it that way. I'll bet my internals are now a veritable who's who of nutrient separators. I am hoping my stomach becomes more accustomed soon though. Not so much the cleansing as a bit of gas. I don't get gas, or haven't in the passed. Not since draino. Hmm... maybe that part of my body never recovered completely? Dunno.
I don't know if I will get out to work tonight. It is pushing into or at least very close to 100 around here. It just doesn't cool off much at night. Between the fans, the humidifier, and the ac, I'm breaking even. I can't work whenever I want, and can only work sporadically as is, so my windows of opportunity are a bit more scarce. Still, I am doing enough better generally that I do get some things done. I just won't work in high heat, which is the 80's. At nearly 19:00, it is still in the lower 90's out there. Bleh. Murder!, she screamed. Iowa was worse, but at some point, hot is hot is hot. Microwave or kiln dryer, too much is just that. And more, it isn't just the temp, it's that there is no way out from it. Well, we'll see. Not sure what the temps are up and away. Hope to find out Monday. If I can cool enough, I may begin hiking up around there too. Maybe camping just a bit. Just won't promise much until I know how much cooler it is up there. At 80, that would be better than 100, but not enough cooler to hike.
It's summer! That's just the way it is. I actually like the weather here. It is, to my mind, ideal. Full true seasons. Very hot, very cold, generally dry, with altitude for attitude thrown in for good measure, and more where that came from. I would hate to live in a place that only changes with weather, but not separating into seasons. I understand why some like that, want it. I'm just not among them. If I must visit, it will be in their version of winter. Bleh. Plus, this weather keeps them from visiting at certain times of the year, should they think to do such. Makes it easier to control that. Think... weather barricade. :)
Oh, right. My final count for pageviews this month was 2,130. Not sure what that means, don't trust the number. Suspect flaws with it being both that many, and that few, for various reasons. So... it's as good as it gets for a count. Later.
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A bit short, so a nap may happen later. Pick-up sleep isn't perfect but does help. I don't know if I mentioned, but I only had to stay awake to a bit after noon. The scheduler for the n.p. I was hoping to work with called and, after speaking with the n.p., decided to see if I was interested. Tracking blood sugar will be about $100 every three months. I don't know if lab fees are additional, though I suspect so. I don't know about prescriptions, but that would be a good add. Just an emergency source should the V.A., or myself, mess up. I don't even need a three month supply, just monthly... though with enough scripts in that I can keep afloat as needed. The one that concerns me the most is lantus. I only get a two month supply, and that has been pulling lame. It's as if they are putting less than a month's supply in. I know I don't use more. If anything I miss a day or two a month. But it's not lasting the full month. Did they power it down to 28 days but miss the thing, or rip off the V.A., putting in 24 while charging for 28? Oops! A two month supply means I pretty much have to order every other month. No matter how much better I am doing, that is like anyone else always standing on their toes. There is no fast way to get it here. Oh, I ordered yesterday. Haven't heard a peep (they call to schedule delivery, even if a signature isn't required). Fine, but... I'll call them tomorrow. A little breathing room on medicine means I'm not as much of a captive. Yeah, the V.A. can be nasty when you don't play the game of your life the way they want you to. She's... just... like... a woman to me.
I think I have enough kefir made up to keep one as a double sour this time. I've been drinking that quite heavily. It does clean you out, as I mentioned. But that, mostly, seems to have past. At least past peak. My body is sort of figuring out to do with the new biofuel regulators. I'm still having to be tender with gas. No sharts yet, and I'd like to keep it that way. I'll bet my internals are now a veritable who's who of nutrient separators. I am hoping my stomach becomes more accustomed soon though. Not so much the cleansing as a bit of gas. I don't get gas, or haven't in the passed. Not since draino. Hmm... maybe that part of my body never recovered completely? Dunno.
I don't know if I will get out to work tonight. It is pushing into or at least very close to 100 around here. It just doesn't cool off much at night. Between the fans, the humidifier, and the ac, I'm breaking even. I can't work whenever I want, and can only work sporadically as is, so my windows of opportunity are a bit more scarce. Still, I am doing enough better generally that I do get some things done. I just won't work in high heat, which is the 80's. At nearly 19:00, it is still in the lower 90's out there. Bleh. Murder!, she screamed. Iowa was worse, but at some point, hot is hot is hot. Microwave or kiln dryer, too much is just that. And more, it isn't just the temp, it's that there is no way out from it. Well, we'll see. Not sure what the temps are up and away. Hope to find out Monday. If I can cool enough, I may begin hiking up around there too. Maybe camping just a bit. Just won't promise much until I know how much cooler it is up there. At 80, that would be better than 100, but not enough cooler to hike.
It's summer! That's just the way it is. I actually like the weather here. It is, to my mind, ideal. Full true seasons. Very hot, very cold, generally dry, with altitude for attitude thrown in for good measure, and more where that came from. I would hate to live in a place that only changes with weather, but not separating into seasons. I understand why some like that, want it. I'm just not among them. If I must visit, it will be in their version of winter. Bleh. Plus, this weather keeps them from visiting at certain times of the year, should they think to do such. Makes it easier to control that. Think... weather barricade. :)
Oh, right. My final count for pageviews this month was 2,130. Not sure what that means, don't trust the number. Suspect flaws with it being both that many, and that few, for various reasons. So... it's as good as it gets for a count. Later.
The sun is hitting hard today.
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It seems rather warm already. And it is. I turned the fans off while I was chasing medical care, and then waiting for a call back. Not good. So, besides the fans going, I turned on the ac in an effort to correct. It'll make a little difference. Even the ac doesn't help much with the whole house. It's only really good for that one room. I do need another.
I got a shower in, meaning to get to the post office. Then... lost track in the heat. I did remember before time was done though. This required that I sign. I ordered guyline metal handlers. When I ordered I didn't realize they were coming all the way from China. Only took a month. *rolls eyes* I try to spot those things, either expensive or long shipping. In larger orders though, it's easy for them to sneak it in. Though I think if they run out of what is local, they just change it. I have tried to cancel orders, but they won't do it. Next time I will get Amazon involved. Especially if they sneak it in. Yeah, I know China is in trouble. They chose to bet with the devil. No golden fiddle, just a lot of hay to cut and stack.
When I returned I did get the kayak put up and my vehicle back in the garage. The sun, out here, eats vehicles. If you don't have a garage, do not buy new. I'll be staying up until dinner today. I am hoping to get a call back. If this np won't take the case, maybe she knows another or could offer some other recommendation. If I have to, I can go in this month. I'd rather do it next month though. And I'll need to know what she wants, in the way of testing, or if a1c from their lab will work. I'll need to monitor on my own end of things too, either way. But I can't/won't, monitor more than twice a day, several days a week. Not really negotiable. But I will do that much.
I don't know if I'll be able to wake enough in the cool to work on the kayak shelter or if that will have to wait until tomorrow. I really am hoping to get out Monday. It's just too hot to be hiking much. But kayaking might be possible. Especially if I'm dressed to take a dip while I am at it, or can safely configure that way. I want to take it out a few times on my own, to test stability, figure out how much work paddling is and what I can handle, including a couple of runs with four or five hundred pounds in the boat. I don't care if certain people fall in. I might even encourage that. But some people just won't do well in water. Not sure even how well I will do, but... I have full intentions of finding out. *plop* Sink or swim, baby. It's how I do.
Oh, on a final note... it seems as if this is month where I received the most pageviews. At just under 2,100, so far, it is peak. Now, there were a bunch of hits I am unsure about, like 390. That could be legit, or it could be spoofing of some sort. I do get odd hits from time to time, but that is the biggest I have ever seen. Whatever, the numbers are the numbers. Not that I believe them, not completely. Too many invisible visitors. Some comment while not showing up as a visitor in any of the stats. Still, whatever. It's not about the numbers. Just a note. (Not about the numbers? It's always about the numbers! ~ No, it's not. The numbers aren't even real, or right anyway. And if I was in it for the numbers, wouldn't I be advertising for cash, or trying? Don't care.) Later.
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It seems rather warm already. And it is. I turned the fans off while I was chasing medical care, and then waiting for a call back. Not good. So, besides the fans going, I turned on the ac in an effort to correct. It'll make a little difference. Even the ac doesn't help much with the whole house. It's only really good for that one room. I do need another.
I got a shower in, meaning to get to the post office. Then... lost track in the heat. I did remember before time was done though. This required that I sign. I ordered guyline metal handlers. When I ordered I didn't realize they were coming all the way from China. Only took a month. *rolls eyes* I try to spot those things, either expensive or long shipping. In larger orders though, it's easy for them to sneak it in. Though I think if they run out of what is local, they just change it. I have tried to cancel orders, but they won't do it. Next time I will get Amazon involved. Especially if they sneak it in. Yeah, I know China is in trouble. They chose to bet with the devil. No golden fiddle, just a lot of hay to cut and stack.
When I returned I did get the kayak put up and my vehicle back in the garage. The sun, out here, eats vehicles. If you don't have a garage, do not buy new. I'll be staying up until dinner today. I am hoping to get a call back. If this np won't take the case, maybe she knows another or could offer some other recommendation. If I have to, I can go in this month. I'd rather do it next month though. And I'll need to know what she wants, in the way of testing, or if a1c from their lab will work. I'll need to monitor on my own end of things too, either way. But I can't/won't, monitor more than twice a day, several days a week. Not really negotiable. But I will do that much.
I don't know if I'll be able to wake enough in the cool to work on the kayak shelter or if that will have to wait until tomorrow. I really am hoping to get out Monday. It's just too hot to be hiking much. But kayaking might be possible. Especially if I'm dressed to take a dip while I am at it, or can safely configure that way. I want to take it out a few times on my own, to test stability, figure out how much work paddling is and what I can handle, including a couple of runs with four or five hundred pounds in the boat. I don't care if certain people fall in. I might even encourage that. But some people just won't do well in water. Not sure even how well I will do, but... I have full intentions of finding out. *plop* Sink or swim, baby. It's how I do.
Oh, on a final note... it seems as if this is month where I received the most pageviews. At just under 2,100, so far, it is peak. Now, there were a bunch of hits I am unsure about, like 390. That could be legit, or it could be spoofing of some sort. I do get odd hits from time to time, but that is the biggest I have ever seen. Whatever, the numbers are the numbers. Not that I believe them, not completely. Too many invisible visitors. Some comment while not showing up as a visitor in any of the stats. Still, whatever. It's not about the numbers. Just a note. (Not about the numbers? It's always about the numbers! ~ No, it's not. The numbers aren't even real, or right anyway. And if I was in it for the numbers, wouldn't I be advertising for cash, or trying? Don't care.) Later.
Oh, right.
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I did call the DMV regarding the form sent. It seems that since the doctor put in the severity number, they have no choice. Six month followups are required. I did calm a bit, after discussing this with the woman who answered. I have a certain time, then a bit more time, and then can ask for an extension beyond that. No driving portion is required, unless the doctor requests it. So... I started looking.
I am actually hoping to see a nurse practitioner. I, mostly, simply need these things honestly monitored and dealt with, though having prescriptions for my medication, in case the V.A. fails, would be nice. I just ordered a medicine, and will be checking on it tomorrow. I can't be without my medicine, and it seems the V.A. is having trouble, while refusing me prescriptions to buy. It's a sweat box I don't like being in. I don't want to pay for what is supposed to be free, but it looks like I may have no choice. They really know how to lean into people when they don't like us.
I am not sure an NP can do all that. I won't allow medical involvements between the two, and best not find out there has been. If she can, this would be the preferred method. The first NP's office I called ended up being a women's clinic. I mean... the real women's clinic. Babies and that piping. Yeah, no. But through them I was able to find a general practice type NP (I am hoping). But they aren't open until 9:00. Had to wait for that first clinic to open too, 8:30. Bleh.
I have no idea what is going to be required of me. Worse, it looks like the longest time between reviews is only a year. Though if the doc, or NP, signs off on it, I won't have to do a driving portion. Still, it's pretty much the destruction of my driving future. Not because of health, directly. But because of trying to keep up with appointments and testing. Hmm, I believe the V.A. has to fill prescriptions for outside doctors. Maybe I can get functional test strips forced through. Yeah, what I have works, but it's... who knows for how long, and it isn't actually mine.
After I check with this NP, I'll go to the post office, then put the kayak away, and finally put the xterra away. She hates the sun almost as much as I do! Oh, right... be a little careful if you are just starting up kefir. It will definitely clean you out. Take it a little easy, definitely at first. Soft serve, all I'm saying. Still... I'm gonna have a bit more! Later.
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I did call the DMV regarding the form sent. It seems that since the doctor put in the severity number, they have no choice. Six month followups are required. I did calm a bit, after discussing this with the woman who answered. I have a certain time, then a bit more time, and then can ask for an extension beyond that. No driving portion is required, unless the doctor requests it. So... I started looking.
I am actually hoping to see a nurse practitioner. I, mostly, simply need these things honestly monitored and dealt with, though having prescriptions for my medication, in case the V.A. fails, would be nice. I just ordered a medicine, and will be checking on it tomorrow. I can't be without my medicine, and it seems the V.A. is having trouble, while refusing me prescriptions to buy. It's a sweat box I don't like being in. I don't want to pay for what is supposed to be free, but it looks like I may have no choice. They really know how to lean into people when they don't like us.
I am not sure an NP can do all that. I won't allow medical involvements between the two, and best not find out there has been. If she can, this would be the preferred method. The first NP's office I called ended up being a women's clinic. I mean... the real women's clinic. Babies and that piping. Yeah, no. But through them I was able to find a general practice type NP (I am hoping). But they aren't open until 9:00. Had to wait for that first clinic to open too, 8:30. Bleh.
I have no idea what is going to be required of me. Worse, it looks like the longest time between reviews is only a year. Though if the doc, or NP, signs off on it, I won't have to do a driving portion. Still, it's pretty much the destruction of my driving future. Not because of health, directly. But because of trying to keep up with appointments and testing. Hmm, I believe the V.A. has to fill prescriptions for outside doctors. Maybe I can get functional test strips forced through. Yeah, what I have works, but it's... who knows for how long, and it isn't actually mine.
After I check with this NP, I'll go to the post office, then put the kayak away, and finally put the xterra away. She hates the sun almost as much as I do! Oh, right... be a little careful if you are just starting up kefir. It will definitely clean you out. Take it a little easy, definitely at first. Soft serve, all I'm saying. Still... I'm gonna have a bit more! Later.
Evil?
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An odd question. From my roots, of course. If I have existed before, I was more so than this mere time here. I don't think, for most like me, time changes anything. I suggest that I was called differently, this time. I have also suggested that the roots, trunk, branches, and leaves are just as they always have been. I have suggested parts of where the seed for my being is to be found. No certainty, with any of it mind you, just what I suspect. If I have suggested that I know nothing, well... almost nothing. I only suspect. Save where it comes to God and Satan. These are among the first binaries. There is something a bit further back than Lucifer, but that isn't known of flesh. Still, I have been rather open with my suspicions.
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An odd question. From my roots, of course. If I have existed before, I was more so than this mere time here. I don't think, for most like me, time changes anything. I suggest that I was called differently, this time. I have also suggested that the roots, trunk, branches, and leaves are just as they always have been. I have suggested parts of where the seed for my being is to be found. No certainty, with any of it mind you, just what I suspect. If I have suggested that I know nothing, well... almost nothing. I only suspect. Save where it comes to God and Satan. These are among the first binaries. There is something a bit further back than Lucifer, but that isn't known of flesh. Still, I have been rather open with my suspicions.
Dreams. Killer dreams.
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I wrote up the dreams, added a video for one of them, then... just saved it. Two dreams. Two women. About like the dream I could recall from the last sleep cycle. Different events and situations, but rather... along the same lines. Nicotine patch? Heat? Just because. Until I moved here, I had only had three explicit sex dreams in my life. They were such a surprise that I remembered them. Perhaps one might have gotten lost from memory, but not more. Since I have been here I have had seven more, until yesterday and last night. Ten such dreams since moving here, and three in two days?
Nah, I just won't print. Probably shouldn't have posted the other. I was half asleep and deep in that moist place of mind where sex dwells. Wasn't thinking. Then it was out so I left it as was. Not this time. I will keep it written, in case there is a detail I wish to recall at some future point. As I said in the post, I was truly a rat bastard at times. But women seem to need that. I, unlike pickup artists, wasn't that way to get women, it just happens to work out. Especially when everybody is young and stupid. Crazy days.
I'm not going to do much tonight. Last I checked it was still in the mid 70's outside and 80 inside. I put a new iced milk jug in the humidifier, then later set that up on a chair. It actually does help a good little bit. Not perfect, but it does take the edge off. Doesn't change the temp, just adds some cool potential to the air. If I do something, it'll be to 'dehydrate' the kayak and put the Xter away. I don't need to have the kayak up to work the walls of the on-craft shelter. But I have time to work on those, maybe tomorrow night. The little bit of work I am doing is draining, with the heat, quitting tobacco, and dreams.
Reading, tonight. Maybe a movie. I've been watching the Saw series. No, not my sort of method. That's the short view notion of justice, revenge. In the long run, as immortals see things once they understand a bit more, letting someone continue in their sin... giving them the rope they so justly deserve... is how you deal with evil. You can't fix the world. Not that you should surrender to it, merely that when the world goes evil, it's best to go away. And, yes, you can. It's not easy. But you most certainly can part from the leisure that evil will otherwise afford you, for the price of allowances. I keep thinking about a particular individual, who if cracked on the noggin just right, could fill that role though. I think of him as a friend, dear friend. Should he go that way, I would not turn him in, but would advise him otherwise. At most I would walk away. But I would not turn him in. Men must make their choices. Why not turn him in? Ah, that. When one evil is merely eating another evil, best to let it go. I have been on both sides of that. It is no more than when men elect evil. They must be allowed their choice, so long as one can still live. And, even if one is martyred, accept that as a blessing. Only when evil acts against good should one intervene... as I see things. There are some exceptions. Thugs, for example. Even if they kill only other thugs, that is what one could call (in a right government) a proper two-fer. Get the survivor to prison, be thankful for the loss he incurred in his own ranks, make two marks on the good-side board.
I decided to restart the other jar of kefir. I just wanted more of it, sooner! I salvaged what grains I could, added that to another quart jar, and did all the rest. The near pint of finished kefir is cooling as I speak. And, yes, the grains really grew, in both jars. I would say that they pretty much doubled, or very close to it. I wonder how well they will do in the quart jars? Gosh I like this stuff. Depending on how this goes, I might even try to figure out yogurt. Not sure. If it's too complicated, or too fragile, or too risky, I won't. But if isn't any more difficult, or only slightly, I may try that too. As much better homemade kefir is, it might be worth a run at yogurt. And cheaper. All it costs is some of my normal milk. No, I don't use organic milk! And, you can try it with skim or low-fat milk, or so I have heard. I would really like to try it with raw, unpasteurized, un-homogenized milk though. I would also like to try it with goats milk. They say you can use it with coconut milk, almond milk, and soy milk. But I don't know how to milk those, so... :p
Hmm... anywhile... later.
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I wrote up the dreams, added a video for one of them, then... just saved it. Two dreams. Two women. About like the dream I could recall from the last sleep cycle. Different events and situations, but rather... along the same lines. Nicotine patch? Heat? Just because. Until I moved here, I had only had three explicit sex dreams in my life. They were such a surprise that I remembered them. Perhaps one might have gotten lost from memory, but not more. Since I have been here I have had seven more, until yesterday and last night. Ten such dreams since moving here, and three in two days?
Nah, I just won't print. Probably shouldn't have posted the other. I was half asleep and deep in that moist place of mind where sex dwells. Wasn't thinking. Then it was out so I left it as was. Not this time. I will keep it written, in case there is a detail I wish to recall at some future point. As I said in the post, I was truly a rat bastard at times. But women seem to need that. I, unlike pickup artists, wasn't that way to get women, it just happens to work out. Especially when everybody is young and stupid. Crazy days.
I'm not going to do much tonight. Last I checked it was still in the mid 70's outside and 80 inside. I put a new iced milk jug in the humidifier, then later set that up on a chair. It actually does help a good little bit. Not perfect, but it does take the edge off. Doesn't change the temp, just adds some cool potential to the air. If I do something, it'll be to 'dehydrate' the kayak and put the Xter away. I don't need to have the kayak up to work the walls of the on-craft shelter. But I have time to work on those, maybe tomorrow night. The little bit of work I am doing is draining, with the heat, quitting tobacco, and dreams.
Reading, tonight. Maybe a movie. I've been watching the Saw series. No, not my sort of method. That's the short view notion of justice, revenge. In the long run, as immortals see things once they understand a bit more, letting someone continue in their sin... giving them the rope they so justly deserve... is how you deal with evil. You can't fix the world. Not that you should surrender to it, merely that when the world goes evil, it's best to go away. And, yes, you can. It's not easy. But you most certainly can part from the leisure that evil will otherwise afford you, for the price of allowances. I keep thinking about a particular individual, who if cracked on the noggin just right, could fill that role though. I think of him as a friend, dear friend. Should he go that way, I would not turn him in, but would advise him otherwise. At most I would walk away. But I would not turn him in. Men must make their choices. Why not turn him in? Ah, that. When one evil is merely eating another evil, best to let it go. I have been on both sides of that. It is no more than when men elect evil. They must be allowed their choice, so long as one can still live. And, even if one is martyred, accept that as a blessing. Only when evil acts against good should one intervene... as I see things. There are some exceptions. Thugs, for example. Even if they kill only other thugs, that is what one could call (in a right government) a proper two-fer. Get the survivor to prison, be thankful for the loss he incurred in his own ranks, make two marks on the good-side board.
I decided to restart the other jar of kefir. I just wanted more of it, sooner! I salvaged what grains I could, added that to another quart jar, and did all the rest. The near pint of finished kefir is cooling as I speak. And, yes, the grains really grew, in both jars. I would say that they pretty much doubled, or very close to it. I wonder how well they will do in the quart jars? Gosh I like this stuff. Depending on how this goes, I might even try to figure out yogurt. Not sure. If it's too complicated, or too fragile, or too risky, I won't. But if isn't any more difficult, or only slightly, I may try that too. As much better homemade kefir is, it might be worth a run at yogurt. And cheaper. All it costs is some of my normal milk. No, I don't use organic milk! And, you can try it with skim or low-fat milk, or so I have heard. I would really like to try it with raw, unpasteurized, un-homogenized milk though. I would also like to try it with goats milk. They say you can use it with coconut milk, almond milk, and soy milk. But I don't know how to milk those, so... :p
Hmm... anywhile... later.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Surprised.
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When I went to put the sun and wind screen frame together, I had done a couple of days worth of research for elbows and joints. I would say three, and had done some research previously. Once in a while in the interim I have done spot checks for specific pieces. There were workarounds, but not that were great for quick setup and takedown, reasonable strength, and compact storage. So I was planning on a week of searching, and hopefully just putting in the right parameters and finding some off brand, hoping it would do, and hitting the order button. As it turns out, this time, amazon had it right on the top of the list. I actually, initially, ignored amazon's ad in the search engine. So often they have become a junk seller. You type in a request and whatever it is, they'll have some, often, poorly matched sale on offer. For steins, they kept trying to sell me those crap 2 liter glass boots, for example. So, when I read the seeming advert after looking at a few other sites, I was surprised. It sure looked right. And, there it was. I thought about ordering two packs of eight, but... I think I really, honestly, only need five.
Since that frame will be going up, I went ahead and ordered the sun shade tarp. They also had better attachments, so I ordered those. And, though I am keeping my accounts low these days, I have need to smaller non-metalic strainers for the kefir. I ordered two type. Yeah, I know. But I know I need at least one, and which will actually work is another matter. They need to be small, and the pictures just weren't good enough to tell. I suppose I could have gone shopping, but even then... I'm not going to know until I try it whether it will work. Plus, driving around town, and probably still buying two, would save me in no way. All should be here Thursday. I might get that thing together by the end of the week still. The shade tarp should be in before next week, if the advertising was true. So... Perhaps by next week I can finally get the kayak out. Swimming, boys and girls, And fishing. I will have my license by then.
I have a very large plastic strainer. Now, it, mostly, works. But it is really sloppy and doesn't get all of the grains. I actually was going to just use it until I realized how poorly it functions. Look, there is some room for slop in life, but you really should attempt to keep it to a minimum. I do, if in a disorganized, bumbling, manner, I do make the effort. Still, it mostly worked. I set up another pint to sour, after sorting the goop out. I was a bit suspicious of the kefir, at room temperature. I figured, though, that if I try it raw, room temp, I would get over any distaste, so that for sure cold would be better. Oh? Okay. That was delicious. I really wanted to slug the rest down. But I also wanted to test what it tastes like cold. So I put one of the plastic lids on it and put it in the fridge.
Right then I decided a pint simply will not do. I washed the quart jars I had been about to use the other day, and got them ready. I took the pint I had just reset and dumped it's contents, and more milk, into the quart jar. When the other pint is finished double souring, I will put up another quart jar. This stuff is pretty snappy just as is. At least the single fermentation stage. Probably the double too. The profile might take some getting used to, but it's a form that I like. I can see keeping two courts of this stuff around, in various stages of readiness, pretty much as an ongoing thing. On some days, the weaker, on some days the stronger. To me, it reminded me of a dairy based slug of... say... a thick tomato juice. Not exactly, but the idea is there. I wonder if this makes milk good for the lactose intolerant? Let me check... ~ Yep. Now, it isn't perfectly without lactose. But those who have lactose intolerance seem to be able to handle kefir with only half as much extra gas, and no other side effects. Since it is drinkable, unlike yogurt which is also tolerated better by those with l.i., it can be used on cereal or used as a drink.
Yeah, I like this stuff a lot. I don't mind milk, and will drink that too. But I have been, sort of, drinking two to three gallons of whole milk for the last... well... for a very long time. This would just offer another way to drink half of that. Truly good. I really feel bad that I didn't take Desert Cat and Desert Mom(?) up on that. I just... didn't know... too tired to think to have it explained... scaredy cat... and tired from a very long travel. However, it should be noted, it was their offer that lead me to look the stuff up, as a diy project (extremely easy by the way, and safe). A definite thanks to the Desert family. I feel rude now, if I am almost sure they didn't take it that way. Probably just saw me as chicken, but... more for them! :p
Not sure about tonight. I could, technically, do more work on the boat. Cut the height pipes, and basically have the "walls" together and ready for the roofing. But, to be honest, the little bit I am doing, and the heat... I'll take today off. Music, reading, blogging, and just trying to stay cool. Hmm... and... nope, I already had the last of the kefir. Gah! I'd love to have a whole quart of that, cold, right now. So much better than store-bought, and that without any fruit or sweetener. Later.
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When I went to put the sun and wind screen frame together, I had done a couple of days worth of research for elbows and joints. I would say three, and had done some research previously. Once in a while in the interim I have done spot checks for specific pieces. There were workarounds, but not that were great for quick setup and takedown, reasonable strength, and compact storage. So I was planning on a week of searching, and hopefully just putting in the right parameters and finding some off brand, hoping it would do, and hitting the order button. As it turns out, this time, amazon had it right on the top of the list. I actually, initially, ignored amazon's ad in the search engine. So often they have become a junk seller. You type in a request and whatever it is, they'll have some, often, poorly matched sale on offer. For steins, they kept trying to sell me those crap 2 liter glass boots, for example. So, when I read the seeming advert after looking at a few other sites, I was surprised. It sure looked right. And, there it was. I thought about ordering two packs of eight, but... I think I really, honestly, only need five.
Since that frame will be going up, I went ahead and ordered the sun shade tarp. They also had better attachments, so I ordered those. And, though I am keeping my accounts low these days, I have need to smaller non-metalic strainers for the kefir. I ordered two type. Yeah, I know. But I know I need at least one, and which will actually work is another matter. They need to be small, and the pictures just weren't good enough to tell. I suppose I could have gone shopping, but even then... I'm not going to know until I try it whether it will work. Plus, driving around town, and probably still buying two, would save me in no way. All should be here Thursday. I might get that thing together by the end of the week still. The shade tarp should be in before next week, if the advertising was true. So... Perhaps by next week I can finally get the kayak out. Swimming, boys and girls, And fishing. I will have my license by then.
I have a very large plastic strainer. Now, it, mostly, works. But it is really sloppy and doesn't get all of the grains. I actually was going to just use it until I realized how poorly it functions. Look, there is some room for slop in life, but you really should attempt to keep it to a minimum. I do, if in a disorganized, bumbling, manner, I do make the effort. Still, it mostly worked. I set up another pint to sour, after sorting the goop out. I was a bit suspicious of the kefir, at room temperature. I figured, though, that if I try it raw, room temp, I would get over any distaste, so that for sure cold would be better. Oh? Okay. That was delicious. I really wanted to slug the rest down. But I also wanted to test what it tastes like cold. So I put one of the plastic lids on it and put it in the fridge.
Right then I decided a pint simply will not do. I washed the quart jars I had been about to use the other day, and got them ready. I took the pint I had just reset and dumped it's contents, and more milk, into the quart jar. When the other pint is finished double souring, I will put up another quart jar. This stuff is pretty snappy just as is. At least the single fermentation stage. Probably the double too. The profile might take some getting used to, but it's a form that I like. I can see keeping two courts of this stuff around, in various stages of readiness, pretty much as an ongoing thing. On some days, the weaker, on some days the stronger. To me, it reminded me of a dairy based slug of... say... a thick tomato juice. Not exactly, but the idea is there. I wonder if this makes milk good for the lactose intolerant? Let me check... ~ Yep. Now, it isn't perfectly without lactose. But those who have lactose intolerance seem to be able to handle kefir with only half as much extra gas, and no other side effects. Since it is drinkable, unlike yogurt which is also tolerated better by those with l.i., it can be used on cereal or used as a drink.
Yeah, I like this stuff a lot. I don't mind milk, and will drink that too. But I have been, sort of, drinking two to three gallons of whole milk for the last... well... for a very long time. This would just offer another way to drink half of that. Truly good. I really feel bad that I didn't take Desert Cat and Desert Mom(?) up on that. I just... didn't know... too tired to think to have it explained... scaredy cat... and tired from a very long travel. However, it should be noted, it was their offer that lead me to look the stuff up, as a diy project (extremely easy by the way, and safe). A definite thanks to the Desert family. I feel rude now, if I am almost sure they didn't take it that way. Probably just saw me as chicken, but... more for them! :p
Not sure about tonight. I could, technically, do more work on the boat. Cut the height pipes, and basically have the "walls" together and ready for the roofing. But, to be honest, the little bit I am doing, and the heat... I'll take today off. Music, reading, blogging, and just trying to stay cool. Hmm... and... nope, I already had the last of the kefir. Gah! I'd love to have a whole quart of that, cold, right now. So much better than store-bought, and that without any fruit or sweetener. Later.
Hmm, afternoon already?
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Some things in life, when they work, can't be helped but to be enjoyed. Sleep is one of those things. I didn't get to everything I had hoped to do this morning. I did call my mother, I did order medicine. I pretty much fell after that. I fell so hard and fast that I felt hitting bottom before I actually did. Yeah, strange. I was asleep on my feet, like a punch drunk who doesn't know he is already on the mat if his body isn't down yet. I did catch the time, roughly... something like 8:13, roughly. Could have been 11 after, might have been as much as 33 after, though I think that is correct. Probably. As I said, I felt the hit before I went in to bed, so there is no memory of falling asleep. Most of the machine was already off. Only the animal side was somewhat awake. They say it never sleeps, not the animal side. Hmm... you do realize, that is a very feminine thing, don't you? Women sleep, but not so much. I think they are much more connected to their animal side to be honest. Not a conscious thing. But it rules much of what they do, more directly, I do believe. This I understand, if for my own reasons, and with very different outcomes and results. Their ties are for reproduction, mine is for simple brutal survival... mostly. Or did I just used to be more animal? Then again, I don't think God changed anything mechanical like that, for me. He called, and what could and should have been changed, I changed, as per what of His will I can understand. The machine remains as was, only the will and expressional way have been altered.
An interesting set of dreams. I will try to recall a second while writing about the first, sometimes it works.
In the first dream, I was inside a D&D game. Not acting it so much as living it. I was not alone, there were many. Some of my old friends, others I have not met. Beside the dungeons and traps and puzzles were gathering areas. When a break was needed, or food, or stocking supplies, a trip to these places. Some were towns, some were spaces between dungeons, others were dungeons taken over and refitted or keeps or such. The one I found myself in was more like some sort of complex, underground. I didn't know it's history, just that it was a popular place... or at least the people I liked to see where more likely to be found there. I doubt if it was ever a dungeon, the walls and settings were too well constructed and framed. A Dwarven clan home, lost in time, or perhaps a project they had been convinced to produce, probably.
I was working with the people I used to game with in real life. In real life, one went on to become a lawyer, another made top of his class at the Naval Academy, if he had to go Marines to do it, then became a pilot then test pilot. I don't remember what Eric went on to do, or the girls. They were, mostly, part time players, the girls. They had been geek girls, back when we could get away with it. But as they were becoming pretty, things changed. If they had been less pretty, they might have found it easier to continue playing, I do believe. But when their value by the rather potent individuals in the group (most of us were jock academics) stopped being about how well they played and became about how damned fine they looked, gaming became too much for everybody. A sexual comment from within the game would cause vapors, pheromones, and heat to rise. One or both would blush, eyes would be averted, crotches and various other parts would be viewed by the... uhmm... *cough* hrmm... various warring parties. Early teens. Sticky sweet. Anyway, so, they didn't stick around. I remember both of their faces... and other parts... vividly. Anyway, the dames weren't gaming.
We were in to pick up supplies. We had made it through the first, what we thought, two thirds or more of a massive puzzle dungeon. Just gearing up, resting, healing, and eating the easy way. Nothing like having a cook and no dishes. We each, mostly, went our separate ways, with our own shops and special supplies it was faster to split. One of my friends was tagging along, or vice versa, since we were both more hungry than thinking of supplies. We went to a massive dining hall. Not many people there, and all were rather separate, and for the most part liked it that way. We got our food and headed out to find a place to sit. Large benches, cut stone yet not cold. Magic? Or just a manmade material with the feel and weight but without the chill? As we were navigating the giant room, I noticed a woman I had met before, and liked a bit. In the dream we were adults at this time, by the way.
She was one of those women who was less attractive, and focused so didn't squeal when some sex topic came up, or nip out when an oddity occurred. She wasn't really in our group, but we had connections and sometimes she would join us or one or some of us would join her group. In any case, she seemed interested in having us join her, as a guess, and it wasn't bad to have a familiar face. But there was something more. Have you ever had a woman waive you over without waiving? Yeah, well, she was doing that. I didn't, initially, know why. She looked older, now, too. More mature? More feminine? Still a geek, so it seemed, therefore safe.
We sat at a table she had already occupied or was heading toward. We all seemed hungry, so we ate well first, then as the meal progressed began talking. Mostly shop. She asked where we were, what were doing, so I told her about the puzzle dungeon. Oh, that, she said. Yeah, that... like talking about the first calculus course you take. Fun, sort of, if the professor doesn't hate you for being conservative, but challenging. I told her where we were, and how close we were to being done. Oh no, she said. That is just near the end of the first fifth of the series. She hadn't been through all of it, but she had seen another three segments. She had some tips, but also a bit of a fear chirp in her voice when relating. She had lost a third of her party, irretrievably, in the middle of the next three. Beastly, ghastly hard, she suggested. Yep.
After the meal, my friend drifted away. Did he see? Women have a way of dismissing, some men don't even notice, they just go. I hadn't caught that, but women do these things on the ipso facto q t. Some of their streams of communication are purely between two parties, themselves and their target, and they have learned to shield those communications. I wouldn't necessarily have been able to notice even if I had been looking. I doubt my friend even realized he had been dismissed. Did I mention, she was looking much more feminine. Geeky, but in a cute way. Almost... sexy? I wanted to retch, for a moment, but then... not so much. Wasn't she one of the guys. The impulse almost came back, until she caught my eye. Yeah, okay. She's a girl, I guess. Not like the dames that could no longer play, but... not... not bad.
We continued to discuss the rest of the dungeon my group was in. Picking her brain. Memory is difficult, especially after playing many areas, and playing heavy. Still, in short order, I was able to get as much about the current area and the next areas she had been in. We headed over to the library, there were some minor books with added information. Our walking had slowed a bit, becoming almost a dance. Our conversation lost any real meaning or point. Closer? Her or me? On we went, down through the hallways and doors to the library. It was larger, and even less populated, than the dining hall. And more private, with shelving cutting the massive area into boardroom sized almost private chambers. We walked further in, over to one of the corners. We hadn't seen anyone in a while Her eyes were becoming huge, her breath a bit ragged.
Finally, upon entering one of the chambers, I pulled her close, put my arm around her and brought her to me, and kissed her. Deeply but not... Just a strong kiss. She looked so surprised. She didn't resist. We kissed a few more times, then I lifted her and set her on the high study table. Are you going to rape me, she asked? No. I don't need to, do I? She didn't answer, she just waited for me to kiss her again. But what if I get pregnant, she asked? I just asked her what happens with pregnant women. Then kissed her again. My hand found her bottom, then slid up to the high middle of her back. I lowered her to the table and slid off her panties. Kissing most of the the time. She suggested she wasn't sure. I promised she was more than ready and would be fully engaged. And she was.
Over the next few days, we met up in lobbies, bedrooms, bathrooms, hallways, storage closets... perhaps among other places. Short or long, I meant to get the job done. And, to my mind, I believe she was with child when I left. She had many worries. I told her she would be still able to find a husband. I told her that though she couldn't have me, she would always have my child and these memories. I told her that between having a husband, this time, and my child, she would find enough else in life to be satisfied. That my child would lead her to a man, and being a woman and wife. Then I was gone.
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Don't give me razzleberries, it was just a dream. Not... too distant from... some history, mind you. *cough* Women have certainly been playing havoc with me lately. I've got to say, it wasn't a horrible dream. Sure, brings back sins. But these have been released as much as they are able. And there was a natural element to them. I lived in the dark, it is what I knew. And women are... well... women. They attract as much as any other durned fool thing I've been drawn, yet generally aren't as dangerous... if I check the food and pay attention to my gut (and tongue, and mind, and etc). Sometimes you ride the bull, sometimes you ARE the bull. Boy did I need the break from her the next dungeon provided. Women are trying to kill me, one way or the other. *grins*
The other dream is gone. But sometimes they float back, when they are on the fringe like this. Later.
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Some things in life, when they work, can't be helped but to be enjoyed. Sleep is one of those things. I didn't get to everything I had hoped to do this morning. I did call my mother, I did order medicine. I pretty much fell after that. I fell so hard and fast that I felt hitting bottom before I actually did. Yeah, strange. I was asleep on my feet, like a punch drunk who doesn't know he is already on the mat if his body isn't down yet. I did catch the time, roughly... something like 8:13, roughly. Could have been 11 after, might have been as much as 33 after, though I think that is correct. Probably. As I said, I felt the hit before I went in to bed, so there is no memory of falling asleep. Most of the machine was already off. Only the animal side was somewhat awake. They say it never sleeps, not the animal side. Hmm... you do realize, that is a very feminine thing, don't you? Women sleep, but not so much. I think they are much more connected to their animal side to be honest. Not a conscious thing. But it rules much of what they do, more directly, I do believe. This I understand, if for my own reasons, and with very different outcomes and results. Their ties are for reproduction, mine is for simple brutal survival... mostly. Or did I just used to be more animal? Then again, I don't think God changed anything mechanical like that, for me. He called, and what could and should have been changed, I changed, as per what of His will I can understand. The machine remains as was, only the will and expressional way have been altered.
An interesting set of dreams. I will try to recall a second while writing about the first, sometimes it works.
In the first dream, I was inside a D&D game. Not acting it so much as living it. I was not alone, there were many. Some of my old friends, others I have not met. Beside the dungeons and traps and puzzles were gathering areas. When a break was needed, or food, or stocking supplies, a trip to these places. Some were towns, some were spaces between dungeons, others were dungeons taken over and refitted or keeps or such. The one I found myself in was more like some sort of complex, underground. I didn't know it's history, just that it was a popular place... or at least the people I liked to see where more likely to be found there. I doubt if it was ever a dungeon, the walls and settings were too well constructed and framed. A Dwarven clan home, lost in time, or perhaps a project they had been convinced to produce, probably.
I was working with the people I used to game with in real life. In real life, one went on to become a lawyer, another made top of his class at the Naval Academy, if he had to go Marines to do it, then became a pilot then test pilot. I don't remember what Eric went on to do, or the girls. They were, mostly, part time players, the girls. They had been geek girls, back when we could get away with it. But as they were becoming pretty, things changed. If they had been less pretty, they might have found it easier to continue playing, I do believe. But when their value by the rather potent individuals in the group (most of us were jock academics) stopped being about how well they played and became about how damned fine they looked, gaming became too much for everybody. A sexual comment from within the game would cause vapors, pheromones, and heat to rise. One or both would blush, eyes would be averted, crotches and various other parts would be viewed by the... uhmm... *cough* hrmm... various warring parties. Early teens. Sticky sweet. Anyway, so, they didn't stick around. I remember both of their faces... and other parts... vividly. Anyway, the dames weren't gaming.
We were in to pick up supplies. We had made it through the first, what we thought, two thirds or more of a massive puzzle dungeon. Just gearing up, resting, healing, and eating the easy way. Nothing like having a cook and no dishes. We each, mostly, went our separate ways, with our own shops and special supplies it was faster to split. One of my friends was tagging along, or vice versa, since we were both more hungry than thinking of supplies. We went to a massive dining hall. Not many people there, and all were rather separate, and for the most part liked it that way. We got our food and headed out to find a place to sit. Large benches, cut stone yet not cold. Magic? Or just a manmade material with the feel and weight but without the chill? As we were navigating the giant room, I noticed a woman I had met before, and liked a bit. In the dream we were adults at this time, by the way.
She was one of those women who was less attractive, and focused so didn't squeal when some sex topic came up, or nip out when an oddity occurred. She wasn't really in our group, but we had connections and sometimes she would join us or one or some of us would join her group. In any case, she seemed interested in having us join her, as a guess, and it wasn't bad to have a familiar face. But there was something more. Have you ever had a woman waive you over without waiving? Yeah, well, she was doing that. I didn't, initially, know why. She looked older, now, too. More mature? More feminine? Still a geek, so it seemed, therefore safe.
We sat at a table she had already occupied or was heading toward. We all seemed hungry, so we ate well first, then as the meal progressed began talking. Mostly shop. She asked where we were, what were doing, so I told her about the puzzle dungeon. Oh, that, she said. Yeah, that... like talking about the first calculus course you take. Fun, sort of, if the professor doesn't hate you for being conservative, but challenging. I told her where we were, and how close we were to being done. Oh no, she said. That is just near the end of the first fifth of the series. She hadn't been through all of it, but she had seen another three segments. She had some tips, but also a bit of a fear chirp in her voice when relating. She had lost a third of her party, irretrievably, in the middle of the next three. Beastly, ghastly hard, she suggested. Yep.
After the meal, my friend drifted away. Did he see? Women have a way of dismissing, some men don't even notice, they just go. I hadn't caught that, but women do these things on the ipso facto q t. Some of their streams of communication are purely between two parties, themselves and their target, and they have learned to shield those communications. I wouldn't necessarily have been able to notice even if I had been looking. I doubt my friend even realized he had been dismissed. Did I mention, she was looking much more feminine. Geeky, but in a cute way. Almost... sexy? I wanted to retch, for a moment, but then... not so much. Wasn't she one of the guys. The impulse almost came back, until she caught my eye. Yeah, okay. She's a girl, I guess. Not like the dames that could no longer play, but... not... not bad.
We continued to discuss the rest of the dungeon my group was in. Picking her brain. Memory is difficult, especially after playing many areas, and playing heavy. Still, in short order, I was able to get as much about the current area and the next areas she had been in. We headed over to the library, there were some minor books with added information. Our walking had slowed a bit, becoming almost a dance. Our conversation lost any real meaning or point. Closer? Her or me? On we went, down through the hallways and doors to the library. It was larger, and even less populated, than the dining hall. And more private, with shelving cutting the massive area into boardroom sized almost private chambers. We walked further in, over to one of the corners. We hadn't seen anyone in a while Her eyes were becoming huge, her breath a bit ragged.
Finally, upon entering one of the chambers, I pulled her close, put my arm around her and brought her to me, and kissed her. Deeply but not... Just a strong kiss. She looked so surprised. She didn't resist. We kissed a few more times, then I lifted her and set her on the high study table. Are you going to rape me, she asked? No. I don't need to, do I? She didn't answer, she just waited for me to kiss her again. But what if I get pregnant, she asked? I just asked her what happens with pregnant women. Then kissed her again. My hand found her bottom, then slid up to the high middle of her back. I lowered her to the table and slid off her panties. Kissing most of the the time. She suggested she wasn't sure. I promised she was more than ready and would be fully engaged. And she was.
Over the next few days, we met up in lobbies, bedrooms, bathrooms, hallways, storage closets... perhaps among other places. Short or long, I meant to get the job done. And, to my mind, I believe she was with child when I left. She had many worries. I told her she would be still able to find a husband. I told her that though she couldn't have me, she would always have my child and these memories. I told her that between having a husband, this time, and my child, she would find enough else in life to be satisfied. That my child would lead her to a man, and being a woman and wife. Then I was gone.
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Don't give me razzleberries, it was just a dream. Not... too distant from... some history, mind you. *cough* Women have certainly been playing havoc with me lately. I've got to say, it wasn't a horrible dream. Sure, brings back sins. But these have been released as much as they are able. And there was a natural element to them. I lived in the dark, it is what I knew. And women are... well... women. They attract as much as any other durned fool thing I've been drawn, yet generally aren't as dangerous... if I check the food and pay attention to my gut (and tongue, and mind, and etc). Sometimes you ride the bull, sometimes you ARE the bull. Boy did I need the break from her the next dungeon provided. Women are trying to kill me, one way or the other. *grins*
The other dream is gone. But sometimes they float back, when they are on the fringe like this. Later.
Neither too hard nor too easy.
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I have the bottom pipe sections cut and dry fitted. Keeping them in alignment is a trick. One I had not foreseen. I've just never worked with matching pipe lines before. No major issues there, though. I'm not sure how much tolerance there is, yet. But I think I can work with it. I have been keeping the pipes fairly exact, side to side. Lengths have to vary, as the distance between d-rings varies. I have five sections. Which means if I just want to cover the back portion, I may be able to do that, or just the front portion, or the whole thing. It gives me some flexibility, in theory. Won't know for sure if any of it will actually work until I get it on the water.
I have also inflated one of the seats that sits higher in the boat, so get some idea of how much headroom I need. I don't care about shorter, average, women, or children. If it fits me, they should be just fine. If I let them in my boat! The fittings are good. The only thing I am going to look for is a cross section four-way connection. A 90 degree elbow perpendicular to a straight through run. I'm honestly not sure they make such a device. That would allow for a very strong peak roof. If not, I may have to just use a four-way cross, and bolt it in a roof ridge. I don't want to glue it, that makes putting it up, taking it down, transporting it, and storing it, a hassle. I'll look around a bit yet this morning.
I also messed with the mini drill press just a bit. Not that I worked hard, it's just that I don't have much and I pretty much used it tinkering with the kayak. It shouldn't be too difficult to drill as I had intended. I'll need an extension cord, and then to set up the vice plate and the jaws on that. Should be pretty straightforward. For now I'll rest a bit, before getting out to pick up whatever is in the mail. Then staying up long enough to call in a medicine order and deflate the kayak. I won't need to inflate it again until I am ready to begin fitting the roof section. If I find the pieces I need, that'll be when they arrive. If not, it'll be when I decide just exactly how to use the 4-way cross.
Not much. Not perfect. But not bad, either. The projects are going about as well as I honestly even hoped they would. That really is, as a general rule, about as good as it gets, at least so far. I'll take it. After the trip to the post, and putting the boat down and the auto away, plus the phone call, I'll probably try to sleep through the heat of the day. Yeah... that seems to be working out. No hiking today, or probably this week unless I get a second wind. It's not cooling off enough for me to regain my strength and stamina. Just doing what I am, hopefully, will help. Maybe next week. Later or good night.
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I have the bottom pipe sections cut and dry fitted. Keeping them in alignment is a trick. One I had not foreseen. I've just never worked with matching pipe lines before. No major issues there, though. I'm not sure how much tolerance there is, yet. But I think I can work with it. I have been keeping the pipes fairly exact, side to side. Lengths have to vary, as the distance between d-rings varies. I have five sections. Which means if I just want to cover the back portion, I may be able to do that, or just the front portion, or the whole thing. It gives me some flexibility, in theory. Won't know for sure if any of it will actually work until I get it on the water.
I have also inflated one of the seats that sits higher in the boat, so get some idea of how much headroom I need. I don't care about shorter, average, women, or children. If it fits me, they should be just fine. If I let them in my boat! The fittings are good. The only thing I am going to look for is a cross section four-way connection. A 90 degree elbow perpendicular to a straight through run. I'm honestly not sure they make such a device. That would allow for a very strong peak roof. If not, I may have to just use a four-way cross, and bolt it in a roof ridge. I don't want to glue it, that makes putting it up, taking it down, transporting it, and storing it, a hassle. I'll look around a bit yet this morning.
I also messed with the mini drill press just a bit. Not that I worked hard, it's just that I don't have much and I pretty much used it tinkering with the kayak. It shouldn't be too difficult to drill as I had intended. I'll need an extension cord, and then to set up the vice plate and the jaws on that. Should be pretty straightforward. For now I'll rest a bit, before getting out to pick up whatever is in the mail. Then staying up long enough to call in a medicine order and deflate the kayak. I won't need to inflate it again until I am ready to begin fitting the roof section. If I find the pieces I need, that'll be when they arrive. If not, it'll be when I decide just exactly how to use the 4-way cross.
Not much. Not perfect. But not bad, either. The projects are going about as well as I honestly even hoped they would. That really is, as a general rule, about as good as it gets, at least so far. I'll take it. After the trip to the post, and putting the boat down and the auto away, plus the phone call, I'll probably try to sleep through the heat of the day. Yeah... that seems to be working out. No hiking today, or probably this week unless I get a second wind. It's not cooling off enough for me to regain my strength and stamina. Just doing what I am, hopefully, will help. Maybe next week. Later or good night.
Perhaps it's time.
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Cooler, much cooler by feel if not really. It's still at 75 in here, ~70 out there. That should be cool enough to tinker. If I work more slowly, I don't raise core temp, which allows me to work longer and better. At least with regards to the projects at hand. If it's just muscle work, it's best to speed through. That has a serious restriction, more of time than output. I can get the cuts to the pipes, check how everything fits, and see if the elbows are right. I looked at several places in town. What I have for pvc elbows is pretty much all I could find. Plumbing supply to the big boxes. While there is the heat gun, that will only work up to a point. I am not absolutely certain that will work with the elbows either. Perhaps heated in the vice, though even that will take some finesse. Crushing or deforming would be easy to do. Fixable, but at some point there simply might not be enough tolerance left in the structure.
After I have done that, or what I can, I may try to rig the mini drill press for the shelf arms. I'm not absolutely sure what size drill is needed. The suction cups have a quad-spade shape, that compresses into a hole, then expands to keep it attached. Too big and it won't stay in, too small and it won't fit. Thankfully there is enough room on each shelf to make many errors, to be honest, and still have enough right sized holes. I figure two or three holes is all that will be needed, per arm. Each arm is about 18 inches. Yeah. Still, I am hoping between this and that to hit the right size first shot. It's possible.
Depending on where I get on what, I will consider the rest of the day. I won't do any actual drilling until daytime. If this was vital, sure. But it's not. I do honestly try to be a good neighbor. I am not one, but sometimes all I have is good will. This time, I can use practicality. I've had neighbors work late, but that's vital, for business and such. If anything, through time, I sort of felt sorry for them having to work so late. And obviously so hard. Jealous a bit. Wanted to go visit, see if I could help, but I knew better. That was back before my heart was being treated, or even diagnosed. And it was late, would have spooked and probably not been all that welcome. Imagine Lurch knocking on your garage door at 3:00, even if you are awake and working. You rang?
I'll try to keep the noise down. But no electric tools are required, no hammering. Just measuring and guessing. I could make some huge mistakes with the structure. I'm still not exactly sure how to secure it to the kayak. Yes, the kayak had d-rings every, say, three to four feet. If I put the joints right on those, I still have to figure out how to secure them. I could drill holes, in the joints or in the pipes, and tie them on. There are a number of ways. I just don't know what would be strongest, yet easy to take down and set up, but not a risk should heavy winds or water hit. I'm not sure just how much trouble that could cause while up, how much force it would take. It might be a bonus in really bad weather, or a fatal mistake. It's all experimental. Only one way to find out.
If the joints just don't work, I may have to search online. I have done searches before, for other fittings, to no success. I might just have to dig deeper. I have some net-mojo, if pressed. And I really did use some of that. But the thing that goes with mojo is time. It's the two together that solves problems. Here's to hoping it just works.
I do need to pick up something from the post office and order another medicine. This time I'll keep up on the medicine, putting a post it to remember to check if I haven't heard in two days. I can see they are doing what they can to cause troubles for me, in every way. Not even sure keeping tabs will help, but it's all I can do. They really do need to go through the V.A. with a fine toothed comb and pick out the ones who hate vets and doing their job, especially the crossover. It almost seems as if there is a requirement to have veterans to work at those places? Well, it's pronounced, and yeah... we hear ya.
Later.
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Cooler, much cooler by feel if not really. It's still at 75 in here, ~70 out there. That should be cool enough to tinker. If I work more slowly, I don't raise core temp, which allows me to work longer and better. At least with regards to the projects at hand. If it's just muscle work, it's best to speed through. That has a serious restriction, more of time than output. I can get the cuts to the pipes, check how everything fits, and see if the elbows are right. I looked at several places in town. What I have for pvc elbows is pretty much all I could find. Plumbing supply to the big boxes. While there is the heat gun, that will only work up to a point. I am not absolutely certain that will work with the elbows either. Perhaps heated in the vice, though even that will take some finesse. Crushing or deforming would be easy to do. Fixable, but at some point there simply might not be enough tolerance left in the structure.
After I have done that, or what I can, I may try to rig the mini drill press for the shelf arms. I'm not absolutely sure what size drill is needed. The suction cups have a quad-spade shape, that compresses into a hole, then expands to keep it attached. Too big and it won't stay in, too small and it won't fit. Thankfully there is enough room on each shelf to make many errors, to be honest, and still have enough right sized holes. I figure two or three holes is all that will be needed, per arm. Each arm is about 18 inches. Yeah. Still, I am hoping between this and that to hit the right size first shot. It's possible.
Depending on where I get on what, I will consider the rest of the day. I won't do any actual drilling until daytime. If this was vital, sure. But it's not. I do honestly try to be a good neighbor. I am not one, but sometimes all I have is good will. This time, I can use practicality. I've had neighbors work late, but that's vital, for business and such. If anything, through time, I sort of felt sorry for them having to work so late. And obviously so hard. Jealous a bit. Wanted to go visit, see if I could help, but I knew better. That was back before my heart was being treated, or even diagnosed. And it was late, would have spooked and probably not been all that welcome. Imagine Lurch knocking on your garage door at 3:00, even if you are awake and working. You rang?
I'll try to keep the noise down. But no electric tools are required, no hammering. Just measuring and guessing. I could make some huge mistakes with the structure. I'm still not exactly sure how to secure it to the kayak. Yes, the kayak had d-rings every, say, three to four feet. If I put the joints right on those, I still have to figure out how to secure them. I could drill holes, in the joints or in the pipes, and tie them on. There are a number of ways. I just don't know what would be strongest, yet easy to take down and set up, but not a risk should heavy winds or water hit. I'm not sure just how much trouble that could cause while up, how much force it would take. It might be a bonus in really bad weather, or a fatal mistake. It's all experimental. Only one way to find out.
If the joints just don't work, I may have to search online. I have done searches before, for other fittings, to no success. I might just have to dig deeper. I have some net-mojo, if pressed. And I really did use some of that. But the thing that goes with mojo is time. It's the two together that solves problems. Here's to hoping it just works.
I do need to pick up something from the post office and order another medicine. This time I'll keep up on the medicine, putting a post it to remember to check if I haven't heard in two days. I can see they are doing what they can to cause troubles for me, in every way. Not even sure keeping tabs will help, but it's all I can do. They really do need to go through the V.A. with a fine toothed comb and pick out the ones who hate vets and doing their job, especially the crossover. It almost seems as if there is a requirement to have veterans to work at those places? Well, it's pronounced, and yeah... we hear ya.
Later.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Bits and pieces, dinner, more later.
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A shower, trash collected if not out yet, a shower, dinner, and a few other very small things have made the day feel more human. I wasn't burning up, if right near the edge. I also tried to call my mother. She didn't answer. Busy woman. Seriously. I even left a message this time. Not a regular thing. Nothing important. I'm about to crash though. Sleep until it cools off. Though perhaps a bit more reading as I settle in. Yeah, it's a risky thing. I just want to finish this first Sci-Fi Journal. I hope the second isn't filled with classic music playing philosophers towards the end. If you've sorted through some of these things on your own, other people mucking around in some areas is annoying. Especially when you see that they are classically trained, but didn't think about any of this stuff on their own. They know what others have said, even if a mixed bag of previous, but have nothing themselves to add. Boring and annoying. Show me what you got, doc, and back it up.
I am hoping to get the shelter for the boat started, maybe set up the drill press for the shelf arms, keep an eye on the kefir, get the trash out, and maybe, just maybe, hit the trail tomorrow. That might be pushing it. Though that isn't bad. I think I would be fine if I got out early enough, as dawn was beginning to yawn the sky awake. Whether a short hike then a nap, or a longer hike taking a nap in the wilds... all good. Not sure I will have enough going to do it, but it would be good even if I have to shove a bit. Either that or the day after. Or the day after that if the other works bog me down in experimental construction techniques.
I still, from time to time, go through a little drop in time/space. I know I am missing something but can't figure out what that might be. Then I realize... I just get a massive hunger for a hit of tobacco. My body was searching my mind for the memory of... first what is wrong... then where in memory is the location of my last can of tobacco. All faster than I can realize consciously what the problem is. It's a bit like dropping into cold water, going through a bit of shock before you realize you are wet. It's getting rarer. But it's pretty startling when it happens. Call me a bit of a sadist, or just realize I have little sympathy... or empathy... for myself always. It's rather cute in a cruel little way. In this way, I do have some notion of the feminine. *c... c... c... cold!* Yeah, baby. *wink* Oh, no real comparison. I'm just much better at this than most men, if no real challenge to women. Save when I get annoyed enough, but that's not a daily daily, as it can be with women.
Yeah, on to some reading, then sleep. Later... or good night... or... I don't know. I don't even know what to call it, I have no idea how long I will sleep, or much else. Yeah, later.
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A shower, trash collected if not out yet, a shower, dinner, and a few other very small things have made the day feel more human. I wasn't burning up, if right near the edge. I also tried to call my mother. She didn't answer. Busy woman. Seriously. I even left a message this time. Not a regular thing. Nothing important. I'm about to crash though. Sleep until it cools off. Though perhaps a bit more reading as I settle in. Yeah, it's a risky thing. I just want to finish this first Sci-Fi Journal. I hope the second isn't filled with classic music playing philosophers towards the end. If you've sorted through some of these things on your own, other people mucking around in some areas is annoying. Especially when you see that they are classically trained, but didn't think about any of this stuff on their own. They know what others have said, even if a mixed bag of previous, but have nothing themselves to add. Boring and annoying. Show me what you got, doc, and back it up.
I am hoping to get the shelter for the boat started, maybe set up the drill press for the shelf arms, keep an eye on the kefir, get the trash out, and maybe, just maybe, hit the trail tomorrow. That might be pushing it. Though that isn't bad. I think I would be fine if I got out early enough, as dawn was beginning to yawn the sky awake. Whether a short hike then a nap, or a longer hike taking a nap in the wilds... all good. Not sure I will have enough going to do it, but it would be good even if I have to shove a bit. Either that or the day after. Or the day after that if the other works bog me down in experimental construction techniques.
I still, from time to time, go through a little drop in time/space. I know I am missing something but can't figure out what that might be. Then I realize... I just get a massive hunger for a hit of tobacco. My body was searching my mind for the memory of... first what is wrong... then where in memory is the location of my last can of tobacco. All faster than I can realize consciously what the problem is. It's a bit like dropping into cold water, going through a bit of shock before you realize you are wet. It's getting rarer. But it's pretty startling when it happens. Call me a bit of a sadist, or just realize I have little sympathy... or empathy... for myself always. It's rather cute in a cruel little way. In this way, I do have some notion of the feminine. *c... c... c... cold!* Yeah, baby. *wink* Oh, no real comparison. I'm just much better at this than most men, if no real challenge to women. Save when I get annoyed enough, but that's not a daily daily, as it can be with women.
Yeah, on to some reading, then sleep. Later... or good night... or... I don't know. I don't even know what to call it, I have no idea how long I will sleep, or much else. Yeah, later.
Reading, I do believe.
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Maybe a shower first, and taking out the trash before that? Sure, why not!
I dreamed in my little time away. They drifted away as I woke. I had not real grasp of them, one still eludes more than not.
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Maybe a shower first, and taking out the trash before that? Sure, why not!
I dreamed in my little time away. They drifted away as I woke. I had not real grasp of them, one still eludes more than not.
Well, a bit of time down.
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I suspect as the world heated my ability to stay asleep was curtailed. Even with the ac running that heat just creeps in. Fine, at least I got between five and seven hours down. Depends on how long it took me to sleep and the time of waking. It was a light sleep, too. Light, even with thermal curtains and wood slat shades. That sneaks in. At least with the ac and fan traffic isn't another issue. The cave is hanging right in the upper 70's... 77.x. Odd that it won't cool more at night though, or heat up that much more in the day? There is one other trick I might try to play. I'll let you know if it get to it soon, if it works.
At least I am feeling better, even with the heat. I must have got enough cool and rest, and worked a bit. Just getting to the store helps. It settles the mind, offers a bit of hope that things can still get done, and changes the scenery for just a bit. Whatever, I am feeling better. Not all that much more active, just not feeling like a burned out husk.
While I was driving to town today, I realized that would be an optimal time to go hiking. Being up and out at that time had been eluding me. There I was, out just before dawn was about to crack. But I had things to do, would have been pushing everything, and a few other problems. The numbers just did not add up. Still, it leaves hope. I still want to get out. It's just that things really do have to be right. I'm walking a tightrope as is. If I am going to add complexity, I need... to have the thing(s) well considered. Heat is a major add already. And the exhaustion from it doesn't vanish at sundown. Especially with the heat staying near 80 inside, and often hotter outside. Still, it was depressing to realize I was exactly in place and time, without the saddle or horse... so to speak.
I will work on the frame tonight, perhaps work on the shelf arms, and check my pack. And, in the morning, if all is going well, I might just head out for a hike. I'd like to get the kayak in the water by the weekend. That's a goal, not even close to a promise. The problem isn't work, it is fittings and microfacturing and microfitting pieces, parts, ideas, all into a stable structure on top of an unstable structure. A goal. Sooner would be better. Honestly, if the thing pops together, I may attempt to take it along on a hike, to be used at the destination. On top of the pack, it would be a heck of a inland portage, but... If that doesn't seem to work, I could also take a hike and then paddle when I get back. There is a lake at the start and end of one of the runs.
I can't wait to taste the kefir. Two pint jars are running. They say, roughly, in the temps here and now, about a 24 hour run for the first culturing. By noon tomorrow the single sour, as I am calling them, will be done. Another day and the other should be done. Though I definitely plan to let it cool after finishes souring before drinking. Yeah, some people drink it warm. Some people also use their own urine to whiten their teeth. I'll stick to whitening strips and cool kefir, thank you. Later.
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I suspect as the world heated my ability to stay asleep was curtailed. Even with the ac running that heat just creeps in. Fine, at least I got between five and seven hours down. Depends on how long it took me to sleep and the time of waking. It was a light sleep, too. Light, even with thermal curtains and wood slat shades. That sneaks in. At least with the ac and fan traffic isn't another issue. The cave is hanging right in the upper 70's... 77.x. Odd that it won't cool more at night though, or heat up that much more in the day? There is one other trick I might try to play. I'll let you know if it get to it soon, if it works.
At least I am feeling better, even with the heat. I must have got enough cool and rest, and worked a bit. Just getting to the store helps. It settles the mind, offers a bit of hope that things can still get done, and changes the scenery for just a bit. Whatever, I am feeling better. Not all that much more active, just not feeling like a burned out husk.
While I was driving to town today, I realized that would be an optimal time to go hiking. Being up and out at that time had been eluding me. There I was, out just before dawn was about to crack. But I had things to do, would have been pushing everything, and a few other problems. The numbers just did not add up. Still, it leaves hope. I still want to get out. It's just that things really do have to be right. I'm walking a tightrope as is. If I am going to add complexity, I need... to have the thing(s) well considered. Heat is a major add already. And the exhaustion from it doesn't vanish at sundown. Especially with the heat staying near 80 inside, and often hotter outside. Still, it was depressing to realize I was exactly in place and time, without the saddle or horse... so to speak.
I will work on the frame tonight, perhaps work on the shelf arms, and check my pack. And, in the morning, if all is going well, I might just head out for a hike. I'd like to get the kayak in the water by the weekend. That's a goal, not even close to a promise. The problem isn't work, it is fittings and microfacturing and microfitting pieces, parts, ideas, all into a stable structure on top of an unstable structure. A goal. Sooner would be better. Honestly, if the thing pops together, I may attempt to take it along on a hike, to be used at the destination. On top of the pack, it would be a heck of a inland portage, but... If that doesn't seem to work, I could also take a hike and then paddle when I get back. There is a lake at the start and end of one of the runs.
I can't wait to taste the kefir. Two pint jars are running. They say, roughly, in the temps here and now, about a 24 hour run for the first culturing. By noon tomorrow the single sour, as I am calling them, will be done. Another day and the other should be done. Though I definitely plan to let it cool after finishes souring before drinking. Yeah, some people drink it warm. Some people also use their own urine to whiten their teeth. I'll stick to whitening strips and cool kefir, thank you. Later.
I guess I will post.
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I found the cutting tool in the garage. Good save in remembering it might be there. Yeah, it's easy to forget and end up with two tools. While that isn't, always, horrible, it isn't efficient. The world already nickles and dimes me, I really have to avoid helping that process.
Milk, and a brand I trust. Though it was mostly in half gallon, so a more expensive, packaging, it was only a bit more expensive. I was surprised they had my brand. Usually that is gone, often, by Saturday in that store. Though, to be honest, I am seeing foods being pushed out the door because stores aren't selling much. Lots of trouble in there. They can try to hide it, but it's murder for merchants. Look at some of the managers sometime. It's eating them. Heck, it's filtering down to floor people. Nothing like the thought of store closure to bring perspective to being paid to sweep. While government money sounds good, it's a mean life, a loss of respect from others to self, limits and controls, and a slippery path into a really bad world. Yeah, sweeping is better. If I could do it, I would, and get off retirement.
Anyway... beside the milk and cream, I bought a couple of trays of quart jars, about a tray of pints, and then a tray of half gallon jugs. Thinking about simply pickling cucumbers if I can find them in town. Not the farmers market, but a local growers group... real food, for us peasants. If I can find that, and keep on track, I'd like to can tomatoes through that venue as well. Maybe just one kind, maybe several types of tomatoes. Just experimenting, really. Though I am hoping to can various cuts of meat in the next month or two, before even those. Corned beef, stew meat, maybe a pot roast. Some I'd like to try to can raw, some pre-cooked a bit, to see which is better. I figure two pints of meat each week, on top of frozen and dehydrated. I'm trying to create various storage styles so one doesn't bog down my system. Dehydrated, even if rehydrated, would seem to be hard on one part of the body system, while canned would be difficult on other organs. Mix and match, I suspect, would be best. I also bought several more bags of fruit.
I was thinking of doing quarts of kefir, but... yeah... no. That, on second thought, seems like a bit too much. Especially since I will be making two per time. One jar will be for one day, the other jar will be for a double sour. I can drink a lot of kefir, but I don't think that's a wise thing, not a quart a day. When I have tried the various sorts several times, and have an idea of what I am facing, then I might mix and match those, and go raw from time to time, or add fruits from time to time. I could see blending tomatoes and cucumbers in with it, or other vegetables. Anyway, I'll get that going then head on to bed.
It's still in the mid to upper 70's. It just didn't cool off enough to push any real cooling into the place. I have the ac running so as to not have to choke to sleep on the heat. It's looking like it's going to be another long, hot, slog of a summer. I may end up buying another air conditioner. This is just a bit much. Good night.
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I found the cutting tool in the garage. Good save in remembering it might be there. Yeah, it's easy to forget and end up with two tools. While that isn't, always, horrible, it isn't efficient. The world already nickles and dimes me, I really have to avoid helping that process.
Milk, and a brand I trust. Though it was mostly in half gallon, so a more expensive, packaging, it was only a bit more expensive. I was surprised they had my brand. Usually that is gone, often, by Saturday in that store. Though, to be honest, I am seeing foods being pushed out the door because stores aren't selling much. Lots of trouble in there. They can try to hide it, but it's murder for merchants. Look at some of the managers sometime. It's eating them. Heck, it's filtering down to floor people. Nothing like the thought of store closure to bring perspective to being paid to sweep. While government money sounds good, it's a mean life, a loss of respect from others to self, limits and controls, and a slippery path into a really bad world. Yeah, sweeping is better. If I could do it, I would, and get off retirement.
Anyway... beside the milk and cream, I bought a couple of trays of quart jars, about a tray of pints, and then a tray of half gallon jugs. Thinking about simply pickling cucumbers if I can find them in town. Not the farmers market, but a local growers group... real food, for us peasants. If I can find that, and keep on track, I'd like to can tomatoes through that venue as well. Maybe just one kind, maybe several types of tomatoes. Just experimenting, really. Though I am hoping to can various cuts of meat in the next month or two, before even those. Corned beef, stew meat, maybe a pot roast. Some I'd like to try to can raw, some pre-cooked a bit, to see which is better. I figure two pints of meat each week, on top of frozen and dehydrated. I'm trying to create various storage styles so one doesn't bog down my system. Dehydrated, even if rehydrated, would seem to be hard on one part of the body system, while canned would be difficult on other organs. Mix and match, I suspect, would be best. I also bought several more bags of fruit.
I was thinking of doing quarts of kefir, but... yeah... no. That, on second thought, seems like a bit too much. Especially since I will be making two per time. One jar will be for one day, the other jar will be for a double sour. I can drink a lot of kefir, but I don't think that's a wise thing, not a quart a day. When I have tried the various sorts several times, and have an idea of what I am facing, then I might mix and match those, and go raw from time to time, or add fruits from time to time. I could see blending tomatoes and cucumbers in with it, or other vegetables. Anyway, I'll get that going then head on to bed.
It's still in the mid to upper 70's. It just didn't cool off enough to push any real cooling into the place. I have the ac running so as to not have to choke to sleep on the heat. It's looking like it's going to be another long, hot, slog of a summer. I may end up buying another air conditioner. This is just a bit much. Good night.
Tools! Never where they are supposed to be.
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Oh... wait. I'll check in the garage. Perhaps I put the pvc pipe cutter out there with some of the kit. I hate spending half a night, if part time, looking for a tool. If it isn't out there I have no idea where it might be. I have to go in to town for shopping anyway. I'd like to do a kefir mix, actually two. One will be for a once cure, the other will be for a double sour. I have frozen fruits, but those are really for rollups. I might buy some other frozen fruits, if I like what is available, to blend with the kefir. I could do fresh, if that looks good enough though too. I'd be blending it either way, so it comes down the price, purity, and appearances (for the fresh). Gosh I hope it's out there. Not that it's expensive, I just hate tripping over tools.
Searching has cost me my day of work. But no fuss. It happens. And, as things are going, I think I will get the boat rigged in a day or two, hopefully in time to take her out for the first time this week. I just can't be out there without cover. Some folks know just how fast dear Doom burns. Not worried about cancer, couldn't be so lucky. Having crispy skin for a month isn't fun is the deal. Oh, no real rush on the boat anyway. I want to have my fishing license, if I can't get that until the 1st.
Hmm... did I mention that the drivers license thing I just went through... is back? I just got a letter today saying I have 70 days to do a driving test. I just did this less than three months ago. I am going to call and ask what sort of harassment this is. And that is what it is. Can't do a thing until Monday. May need to get out of this state faster than I thought.
Hmm... a trip to town, while it is still cool. Enough milk for kefir and regular milk needs, cream, a pvc cutter if I can't find the one I should have, and... what else? Fruit of one sort or another, perhaps several sorts. Oh, and perhaps several trays of pint and quart jars. It's nice to drive at night, cool off just a bit extra. And enjoy the dark. The sun is up murderously long these days. Payback for winter. I complain, but I like having the variations. Unchanging weather is annoying, to me. Well... later. Actually, probably, good night. I'll be heading to bed when I get back. I'll begin tinkering on the boat "tomorrow" night.
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Oh... wait. I'll check in the garage. Perhaps I put the pvc pipe cutter out there with some of the kit. I hate spending half a night, if part time, looking for a tool. If it isn't out there I have no idea where it might be. I have to go in to town for shopping anyway. I'd like to do a kefir mix, actually two. One will be for a once cure, the other will be for a double sour. I have frozen fruits, but those are really for rollups. I might buy some other frozen fruits, if I like what is available, to blend with the kefir. I could do fresh, if that looks good enough though too. I'd be blending it either way, so it comes down the price, purity, and appearances (for the fresh). Gosh I hope it's out there. Not that it's expensive, I just hate tripping over tools.
Searching has cost me my day of work. But no fuss. It happens. And, as things are going, I think I will get the boat rigged in a day or two, hopefully in time to take her out for the first time this week. I just can't be out there without cover. Some folks know just how fast dear Doom burns. Not worried about cancer, couldn't be so lucky. Having crispy skin for a month isn't fun is the deal. Oh, no real rush on the boat anyway. I want to have my fishing license, if I can't get that until the 1st.
Hmm... did I mention that the drivers license thing I just went through... is back? I just got a letter today saying I have 70 days to do a driving test. I just did this less than three months ago. I am going to call and ask what sort of harassment this is. And that is what it is. Can't do a thing until Monday. May need to get out of this state faster than I thought.
Hmm... a trip to town, while it is still cool. Enough milk for kefir and regular milk needs, cream, a pvc cutter if I can't find the one I should have, and... what else? Fruit of one sort or another, perhaps several sorts. Oh, and perhaps several trays of pint and quart jars. It's nice to drive at night, cool off just a bit extra. And enjoy the dark. The sun is up murderously long these days. Payback for winter. I complain, but I like having the variations. Unchanging weather is annoying, to me. Well... later. Actually, probably, good night. I'll be heading to bed when I get back. I'll begin tinkering on the boat "tomorrow" night.
It was past 23:00 before I even thought to head out.
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Even then, the temps, both in and out, were in the higher 70's. Here, at 1:00, it's still 77.x inside, 71.x outside. I thought the kefir grains were supposed to be in, but since they weren't, decided to skip groceries. I must have missed that they were arriving in the mail. I didn't pick up mail until on my way back in town, and wouldn't have checked the stuff anyway until I got home. I may make another trip to town. Yeah, a waste of gas, but... it's nice to be out, and cooler out than in on top of it.
The only fast food joint that was open was the one I hate to go to. It was that or nothing, so I dropped in. Nothing fancy, stocked with the reason I have stopped visiting. Now not only does it have CNN going non-stop, it's got that weird headshop vibe. I keep wondering if I will order something and somehow end up with someone's stash. You'd think turning it in would be the thing to do. But at this point I can be sure who to trust. *flush* Too many of the fast food joints have that feel. Part of what I avoid, if not all of it.
I am hoping it cools a bit more. If so, I may go out and mess with the shelter structure, and perhaps set up the mini-drill press to work on the shelf arms. I don't miss bluray, mostly. But I do miss gaming a bit from time to time. I mostly just play old games. I have a few I haven't opened. Half are games that might be fun, half are games I bought in sets where I ended up thinking the first game sucked, so won't be giving the others a chance. If you didn't like the first one, especially if it's for several gaming and control reasons, often the rest are enough like it that it never works. Still, I paid less for some whole sets than for any even year old game. Take your chances.
I have been reading. I almost skipped one of the short stories in the sci-fi mag. One of my new favorite authors, but I was afraid he was going to shit himself some philosophy. I'm well into it, and it seems... like just a pretty good story. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't mind a touch of philosophy. Or medical information, psychology, or almost anything else. But when that is all that is on offer, and it is taken seriously, yeah. Put the poor beast out of my misery. Professional laggards who don't even bother to drink enough. Ha!
Hmm... I'll check around the web, see about email... maybe read off the last of that story... try to kill time until it might be cool enough, and my meal digested well enough, to go work in the shop. The shop... I like that. Not really a shop, not quite yet, but sure heading that way. I always wanted a shop. I'd have to figure out an electrical panel or two, maybe three, and a few more bigger pieces, but it could get there. Yes it could. And, it might be called a laggards shop as is. If even I don't drink enough to be a proper laggard. Given size to volume consumed, I probably drink less than even philosophers. :p Later.
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Even then, the temps, both in and out, were in the higher 70's. Here, at 1:00, it's still 77.x inside, 71.x outside. I thought the kefir grains were supposed to be in, but since they weren't, decided to skip groceries. I must have missed that they were arriving in the mail. I didn't pick up mail until on my way back in town, and wouldn't have checked the stuff anyway until I got home. I may make another trip to town. Yeah, a waste of gas, but... it's nice to be out, and cooler out than in on top of it.
The only fast food joint that was open was the one I hate to go to. It was that or nothing, so I dropped in. Nothing fancy, stocked with the reason I have stopped visiting. Now not only does it have CNN going non-stop, it's got that weird headshop vibe. I keep wondering if I will order something and somehow end up with someone's stash. You'd think turning it in would be the thing to do. But at this point I can be sure who to trust. *flush* Too many of the fast food joints have that feel. Part of what I avoid, if not all of it.
I am hoping it cools a bit more. If so, I may go out and mess with the shelter structure, and perhaps set up the mini-drill press to work on the shelf arms. I don't miss bluray, mostly. But I do miss gaming a bit from time to time. I mostly just play old games. I have a few I haven't opened. Half are games that might be fun, half are games I bought in sets where I ended up thinking the first game sucked, so won't be giving the others a chance. If you didn't like the first one, especially if it's for several gaming and control reasons, often the rest are enough like it that it never works. Still, I paid less for some whole sets than for any even year old game. Take your chances.
I have been reading. I almost skipped one of the short stories in the sci-fi mag. One of my new favorite authors, but I was afraid he was going to shit himself some philosophy. I'm well into it, and it seems... like just a pretty good story. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't mind a touch of philosophy. Or medical information, psychology, or almost anything else. But when that is all that is on offer, and it is taken seriously, yeah. Put the poor beast out of my misery. Professional laggards who don't even bother to drink enough. Ha!
Hmm... I'll check around the web, see about email... maybe read off the last of that story... try to kill time until it might be cool enough, and my meal digested well enough, to go work in the shop. The shop... I like that. Not really a shop, not quite yet, but sure heading that way. I always wanted a shop. I'd have to figure out an electrical panel or two, maybe three, and a few more bigger pieces, but it could get there. Yes it could. And, it might be called a laggards shop as is. If even I don't drink enough to be a proper laggard. Given size to volume consumed, I probably drink less than even philosophers. :p Later.
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