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I finally snuck out to the garage, to see if my phone was in the vehicle. At first it didn't seem so. Then, there it was, under this and that. However it was dead. I was able to get it to turn on, barely. Alarms and warnings about cataclysm, plus when I plugged it in I was informed that the battery was too cold to charge, so I turned it off and gave it an half hour to warm up. Charging, now, finally. All good. Saves me a trip to town, that would be the only other place it might have been.
I woke later in the morning, I think. I thought I saw 10:02 or 10:20, but I'm not sure if that is when I woke or if that is when I went to the bathroom one time or another. Here it is, at 16:00, and I am quite tired. I am pushing to stay awake until... 20:00? Somewhere in there. That might help reset my days and nights. It's shining out there, as much as it can in winter. Which is quite nice. All I need is that little touch of sun, from time to time, as a safety rope to grab onto. It allows some opportunity, all else working, to straighten things out.
I finished the last of the ribeye roast. It was the smallest one in the store, something I purchased to replace the ducks I lost. Yes, the freezer came unplugged and I lost the ducks. This time, though, I know what happened. It was my fault. Bleh. When I first realized it, I was so angry I couldn't spit. I just left it as was until I could regather my wits. When I collected and tamed my emotions, I looked it over. The cord had gotten caught on a lower back corner. And I had moved the freezer out, in order to sweep behind it. I never got to the sweeping, but one day decided to bump the freezer back against the wall. But the cord that was around the corner pulled just barely enough to unplug the freezer from the extension cord, but without pulling the plug all of the way out.
The ribeye was good though. I'll order more duck next month. Just two. Oh, but the ribeye roast was inexpensive, compared to the duck, by pound, though I'm not sure if by pound of actual meat? The poor roast was not quite full. It was the end cut, so of questionable appearance, size, and quality. It ended up being quite good. Half yesterday, plus. The remnant today. It made for quite a nice meal.
Hmm? I'm not sure. Another day of partial rest, then Sunday... The only thing I hope to do today and/or tomorrow is to get several dress clothes sets prepped, polish my oxfords (once I find them... and my hiking boots too I suppose, as they work as winter dress, at least with corduroys), and look for another pair of dress shoes. I want to prepare to go to official events, and keep that prep ready. I've fallen down on that and I'd like to fix it. Choir events, Mass, confession, whatever... I need, want too but really need, to get back to work on these things. Hmm, some slacks may go in to the dry cleaner. Not my favorite way, simply required.
Later.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Belated.
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Sincere even so. Merry Christmas.
Oh, I was in good cheer. I did make a special Christmas meal. I prayed through the day. That will continue for the twelve days. Only I was a bit limited from what I have been doing. I overworked, just a bit, so was a bit lower level. No fuss, worry, or pain, mind you. Oh, and I seem to have misplaced my phone. Perhaps when I visited my friend I left it at his place. So odd, that is the first time I have left my phone elsewhere. I have lost it here at home. I have forgotten it in the vehicle. Then again, I should check there first. Oh, and when I find it, I best make some calls.
It was a good, if quiet, Christmas. I hope your day was enjoyed. If you have too much company and bother to enjoy it, I merely suggest that you divest yourself of the excess. Oh, trust me, you can. It is a choice. It is a fine holy day to keep humble, simple, and right.
No pain, enjoying life, a little tired from overdoing. And yet that was good too. It is much better, in my estimation, to fall just a bit after overdoing than to fall for no reason whatsoever. I love to work, visit, do, and go. After I recover, I hope to get back to it. We have good snow. Snowshoes might be doable.
Just letting you know I haven't gotten into too much of a bind or anything. Be well, again Merry Christmas, and I hope you have a fine New Years Eve celebration or solemnity and then begin the next year on a good foot.
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Sincere even so. Merry Christmas.
Oh, I was in good cheer. I did make a special Christmas meal. I prayed through the day. That will continue for the twelve days. Only I was a bit limited from what I have been doing. I overworked, just a bit, so was a bit lower level. No fuss, worry, or pain, mind you. Oh, and I seem to have misplaced my phone. Perhaps when I visited my friend I left it at his place. So odd, that is the first time I have left my phone elsewhere. I have lost it here at home. I have forgotten it in the vehicle. Then again, I should check there first. Oh, and when I find it, I best make some calls.
It was a good, if quiet, Christmas. I hope your day was enjoyed. If you have too much company and bother to enjoy it, I merely suggest that you divest yourself of the excess. Oh, trust me, you can. It is a choice. It is a fine holy day to keep humble, simple, and right.
No pain, enjoying life, a little tired from overdoing. And yet that was good too. It is much better, in my estimation, to fall just a bit after overdoing than to fall for no reason whatsoever. I love to work, visit, do, and go. After I recover, I hope to get back to it. We have good snow. Snowshoes might be doable.
Just letting you know I haven't gotten into too much of a bind or anything. Be well, again Merry Christmas, and I hope you have a fine New Years Eve celebration or solemnity and then begin the next year on a good foot.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Oh, right.
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I have been so busy I didn't blog. Two days ago, I got in to visit my friend. He had been ill, and down. Harshly. The flu, deathly ill. I told him, if he is ever that ill, to call. I won't overstay, but I can bring him flu medicine, I can find chicken soup and bring that... preferably from one of the shops that makes it fresh, I can bring groceries or other needs. In senior living, someone that ill becomes a person non grata. Fear runs high, death is always near. I am... rather healthy for being mostly dead. However, having been down for a month or more, and probably worse than me, plus with no company, well... We talked all night.
I returned late, but had promised my mother I would get out, had other business, and such. I didn't go to bed until 8:30 yesterday, but needed to be up by noon. I woke at about 11:00, but had to shower and push to make it to the post office by noon, they close then. So I pushed. As I was getting ready to go, I realized it had snowed, and enough that driving over it would... be problematic... packing snow into ice along the drive length. Never good, can last all winter. So... I grabbed the shovel and cleared a place for the wheels the length of the drive. About killed me, but I really had things to do, I made promises, I was dedicated and directed. And the clock was ticking. I did make it to the post office, and in time.
Then I went on to town. Bank business, this, that, an attempt to get in to have my tires rotated, if that failed... but I felt sorry for the lads, they were backed up and running hot, and so close to Christmas. On and on, I did task after job after duty, knocking them down and out as fast as I could. I couldn't do everything, but I showed up and made the effort. Then I got my friend out again. I needed a coffee reload. Since I make such a good deal on it in bulk, I could afford to offer him some of it. Plus, as much as I get, it gets a bit old by the time I am down to the last of it. A good deal all around. So to the shop. Only, this time, they sorted the big bag into little ones for me! Fantastic. Now both my friend and I have, to my taste buds, the best coffee in the valley. And, even so, because of the deal, I make off with 1/2 pound free, unless my math on that was wrong. Though I don't think so. But... that's why I'm not an accountant. :p
Oh, but while I was away? Someone came and stole all the rest of the snow off my drive! Thank you, by the way. Somethings are gladly found to be missing.
In any case, two long days out, much done, lots of conversations... It took me away. I hope, however, that I caused no concern. And, maybe, that my ability to turn things around, get out, push, work, drive, visit, and such... inspires. I am hoping it lifts the pall from the last months and offers a chance to get things going again. Yes, yes I do. If I can keep some things on tap, I would like to get to practicing with the snowshoes before long, and maybe set up my hammock. While I don't, yet, have it set for winter, perhaps with my full winter/wet bivy kit, it might still work. A nap, outside, to test, from time to time. And experimentation with this and that if it isn't quite enough as is. YES!
And a merry Christmas Eve to you all. I'll sure attempt to post something for the morrow. I'm a bit tuckered. So a day or two to recover. And, yet, I should be able to write, and in good cheer. Oh, and maybe a post later as well. Tired, but not busted up, for all my doings. Later.
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I have been so busy I didn't blog. Two days ago, I got in to visit my friend. He had been ill, and down. Harshly. The flu, deathly ill. I told him, if he is ever that ill, to call. I won't overstay, but I can bring him flu medicine, I can find chicken soup and bring that... preferably from one of the shops that makes it fresh, I can bring groceries or other needs. In senior living, someone that ill becomes a person non grata. Fear runs high, death is always near. I am... rather healthy for being mostly dead. However, having been down for a month or more, and probably worse than me, plus with no company, well... We talked all night.
I returned late, but had promised my mother I would get out, had other business, and such. I didn't go to bed until 8:30 yesterday, but needed to be up by noon. I woke at about 11:00, but had to shower and push to make it to the post office by noon, they close then. So I pushed. As I was getting ready to go, I realized it had snowed, and enough that driving over it would... be problematic... packing snow into ice along the drive length. Never good, can last all winter. So... I grabbed the shovel and cleared a place for the wheels the length of the drive. About killed me, but I really had things to do, I made promises, I was dedicated and directed. And the clock was ticking. I did make it to the post office, and in time.
Then I went on to town. Bank business, this, that, an attempt to get in to have my tires rotated, if that failed... but I felt sorry for the lads, they were backed up and running hot, and so close to Christmas. On and on, I did task after job after duty, knocking them down and out as fast as I could. I couldn't do everything, but I showed up and made the effort. Then I got my friend out again. I needed a coffee reload. Since I make such a good deal on it in bulk, I could afford to offer him some of it. Plus, as much as I get, it gets a bit old by the time I am down to the last of it. A good deal all around. So to the shop. Only, this time, they sorted the big bag into little ones for me! Fantastic. Now both my friend and I have, to my taste buds, the best coffee in the valley. And, even so, because of the deal, I make off with 1/2 pound free, unless my math on that was wrong. Though I don't think so. But... that's why I'm not an accountant. :p
Oh, but while I was away? Someone came and stole all the rest of the snow off my drive! Thank you, by the way. Somethings are gladly found to be missing.
In any case, two long days out, much done, lots of conversations... It took me away. I hope, however, that I caused no concern. And, maybe, that my ability to turn things around, get out, push, work, drive, visit, and such... inspires. I am hoping it lifts the pall from the last months and offers a chance to get things going again. Yes, yes I do. If I can keep some things on tap, I would like to get to practicing with the snowshoes before long, and maybe set up my hammock. While I don't, yet, have it set for winter, perhaps with my full winter/wet bivy kit, it might still work. A nap, outside, to test, from time to time. And experimentation with this and that if it isn't quite enough as is. YES!
And a merry Christmas Eve to you all. I'll sure attempt to post something for the morrow. I'm a bit tuckered. So a day or two to recover. And, yet, I should be able to write, and in good cheer. Oh, and maybe a post later as well. Tired, but not busted up, for all my doings. Later.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
A couple of thoughts, observations, and goings on.
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In no particular order.
My friend called. He has been quite ill. His heart is bad, like mine. On top of it, he has had the flu. Okay, I can understand that. I've been down and haven't had the flu. It's all a matter of margins. I just got the message. My phone can be funny. Sometimes it won't even show someone called. Sometimes it shows, but doesn't transfer the message that I late found was supposed to have been left, and sometimes, like this time, I just got the "call" notification, and message, but a bit late. Never mind, I'll work with this as I may. It's good to hear he hasn't decided against being friends. He is a complicated fellow. Some just are. Then again, I would guess I am considered complicated myself.
I found out that it had snowed last night. So my eyes were not deceiving me. The thing is, by this morning, a warm front moved through. We received rain today and through into this evening. Rain? There are six(?) inches of snow out there. Weird. I would have thought the rain would have washed more of the snow away. Nope.
Another friend. I think about his situation often. I see that, usually, he is fairly happy with things. Sometimes life gets a bit... questionable though. He wonders if he did things right, if he is doing all he can, if what he is doing is what he should be doing. I have to guess his life station is more than just involved, it is overwhelming. In his shoes a man can either attempt to maintain order and control, slowly slipping into madness, or he simply has to... just understand. He probably has no clue that I am envious, in the better of ways, of his life. He's not an 85%'er. He's not a 100%'er. Sometimes going over potential capacity is like juggling one too many items. I see that too. And yet, going that extra distance? That's what makes him a man, a real one, a good one.
I know it doesn't always seem like luck. I try to confirm, often, that his life choice and paths are much preferred to mine. But mired in the middle of it, with the cloying demands and confusion it must seem otherwise. I just hope he and his woman live well long enough to see the next generations begin, and then be able to understand fully. Only one way to really see that, time and sacrifice. Perfection? Your all, plus, as with the widows mite, is more than many, most.
There are some people who are worth knowing. Of those, only a very few cause me a form of envy... a proper, good, form of that mind you. He is one of those.
I think I mentioned, that, while I did the driving, and much else, my friend who died had been of great help to me as well. He called, if I didn't. He had ideas of what else to do, where to go, or a new gun to shoot. He helped me stay awake, aware, or more so. And, you know, I did tell him. I don't know that he believed. He sometimes thought I was a little odd. But when no shoe dropped, I think, in time, he realized I was just another. He will be missed.
Depending on whether there is ice, I am hoping, eventually, sometimes this week, to get into town. I need some things, desperately. I sure hope it didn't ice up. I keep hearing vehicles go by, seemingly at regular speed, so perhaps not. If my friend is up to it, I'll get him out. If he isn't, I'll see if he needs anything. Tissue, flu goop, food, coffee.
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In no particular order.
My friend called. He has been quite ill. His heart is bad, like mine. On top of it, he has had the flu. Okay, I can understand that. I've been down and haven't had the flu. It's all a matter of margins. I just got the message. My phone can be funny. Sometimes it won't even show someone called. Sometimes it shows, but doesn't transfer the message that I late found was supposed to have been left, and sometimes, like this time, I just got the "call" notification, and message, but a bit late. Never mind, I'll work with this as I may. It's good to hear he hasn't decided against being friends. He is a complicated fellow. Some just are. Then again, I would guess I am considered complicated myself.
I found out that it had snowed last night. So my eyes were not deceiving me. The thing is, by this morning, a warm front moved through. We received rain today and through into this evening. Rain? There are six(?) inches of snow out there. Weird. I would have thought the rain would have washed more of the snow away. Nope.
Another friend. I think about his situation often. I see that, usually, he is fairly happy with things. Sometimes life gets a bit... questionable though. He wonders if he did things right, if he is doing all he can, if what he is doing is what he should be doing. I have to guess his life station is more than just involved, it is overwhelming. In his shoes a man can either attempt to maintain order and control, slowly slipping into madness, or he simply has to... just understand. He probably has no clue that I am envious, in the better of ways, of his life. He's not an 85%'er. He's not a 100%'er. Sometimes going over potential capacity is like juggling one too many items. I see that too. And yet, going that extra distance? That's what makes him a man, a real one, a good one.
I know it doesn't always seem like luck. I try to confirm, often, that his life choice and paths are much preferred to mine. But mired in the middle of it, with the cloying demands and confusion it must seem otherwise. I just hope he and his woman live well long enough to see the next generations begin, and then be able to understand fully. Only one way to really see that, time and sacrifice. Perfection? Your all, plus, as with the widows mite, is more than many, most.
There are some people who are worth knowing. Of those, only a very few cause me a form of envy... a proper, good, form of that mind you. He is one of those.
I think I mentioned, that, while I did the driving, and much else, my friend who died had been of great help to me as well. He called, if I didn't. He had ideas of what else to do, where to go, or a new gun to shoot. He helped me stay awake, aware, or more so. And, you know, I did tell him. I don't know that he believed. He sometimes thought I was a little odd. But when no shoe dropped, I think, in time, he realized I was just another. He will be missed.
Depending on whether there is ice, I am hoping, eventually, sometimes this week, to get into town. I need some things, desperately. I sure hope it didn't ice up. I keep hearing vehicles go by, seemingly at regular speed, so perhaps not. If my friend is up to it, I'll get him out. If he isn't, I'll see if he needs anything. Tissue, flu goop, food, coffee.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Stiff, sore, sleepy.
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No major issues. That's just how winter days can be. It has been cloudy for a while now. I tell you, being active in heavy winter or hot summer just isn't natural. Less so with age, actually on either edge of the age spectrum. As I remember it, as a child, winters were harsh. Of course, pushing through, or being pushed through, those times and in cold climates is what makes people strong. Even now, attempting to push through is more important than resting. Though rest is more needed.
I woke several times to use the facilities. While up, I looked outside to see if there was more snow. For some reason I thought we had gotten a couple of inches. Now that I am actually awake, and looked again, I don't think so. Snow may have blow over some areas, but not all and not all that much. Still, I may get out and do a bit of shoveling for upkeep. It sure beats what I thought I was going to have to do... shovel a long drive clear of several inches. I need to wake better first. That will take just a bit.
I am sleeping more hours. Which is throwing my system off. Days and nights are definitely tumbling. Medicines are being taken regularly. Though for how long I don't know. I am needing to order more and I don't know if they will send them. If they do, I'll schedule with the doctor. I may try to reorder today, if not tomorrow. I have to be awake enough to talk and listen.
Three dreams I remember. None of great import, save one but just to me. One of the non-important ones was sort of endearing. A little girl, like one of the actresses from the Brady Bunch, when she was young, walked up to me and just said Mr. "Doom", my surname in the quotations. And looked into my eyes. Hair all up in curls and tails and such. It was as seeing a bird on a branch out a window, or sensing the first wind of spring after a long winter. I suppose this has import, in a way. The other was more about the mechanics of the universe, as regards life... and death. The other dream faded.
Reading, writing, and gaming are what I used to attempt to gain purchase on my day. I may, if I can, make a call today. Or three. Or soon. Later.
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No major issues. That's just how winter days can be. It has been cloudy for a while now. I tell you, being active in heavy winter or hot summer just isn't natural. Less so with age, actually on either edge of the age spectrum. As I remember it, as a child, winters were harsh. Of course, pushing through, or being pushed through, those times and in cold climates is what makes people strong. Even now, attempting to push through is more important than resting. Though rest is more needed.
I woke several times to use the facilities. While up, I looked outside to see if there was more snow. For some reason I thought we had gotten a couple of inches. Now that I am actually awake, and looked again, I don't think so. Snow may have blow over some areas, but not all and not all that much. Still, I may get out and do a bit of shoveling for upkeep. It sure beats what I thought I was going to have to do... shovel a long drive clear of several inches. I need to wake better first. That will take just a bit.
I am sleeping more hours. Which is throwing my system off. Days and nights are definitely tumbling. Medicines are being taken regularly. Though for how long I don't know. I am needing to order more and I don't know if they will send them. If they do, I'll schedule with the doctor. I may try to reorder today, if not tomorrow. I have to be awake enough to talk and listen.
Three dreams I remember. None of great import, save one but just to me. One of the non-important ones was sort of endearing. A little girl, like one of the actresses from the Brady Bunch, when she was young, walked up to me and just said Mr. "Doom", my surname in the quotations. And looked into my eyes. Hair all up in curls and tails and such. It was as seeing a bird on a branch out a window, or sensing the first wind of spring after a long winter. I suppose this has import, in a way. The other was more about the mechanics of the universe, as regards life... and death. The other dream faded.
Reading, writing, and gaming are what I used to attempt to gain purchase on my day. I may, if I can, make a call today. Or three. Or soon. Later.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
A bit gruff.
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Just a tiny bit off this morning. But this is, really, about as good as mornings get if you aren't a morning man. I am not a morning man. Some say it is will, or faking it until you make it. But that can't be true. I really think some people are made to be happy when they wake, and enjoy waking early. My brother was exactly that. Probably still is, as far as happy goes. I was his polar opposite. No matter how hard we tried, we never were able to do what the other did so naturally. I have actually, in spite of my health, certainly not because of it, made great strides toward being a day man. Health, but not that alone, causes my schedule to drift.
My neck is just a touch cranky, and shoulders. A bit groggy because sleep is twisting in the winter winds. None of that is bad. I can deal with this, and probably, maybe, find my pace, perhaps do a bit of work. As with yesterday, I was not able to arrange for good clothing. I still haven't found my oxfords. Hmm... I know. I'll... try to get those things set up. I could be fumingly angry at myself but at this point I know better. I will simply, and only, make attempts. If I fail, as I am forgiven, and as I make great pains to forgive, I must learn to forgive myself. Being crippled isn't a sin, in God's eyes. It is a secular, or worldly, sin.
I still see hope. I think I can, if I gear and push and watch make it to more action this week, through the week. I had hoped to get out for several events, but also to do shopping. I have been out of milk and cream for a rather longish time. Hopefully, before the week is out, I will get out. My main goal, however, is to rip in and clean. That has fallen far behind. As well, keep food on tap. I may see about what eggs I have, check them, and boil some. Thawing brats to be cooked tomorrow, and making a pot of grain mush as well, might see me to food on tap. That always helps... or at least opens up a few more opportunities.
On the good side, I wasn't missing medicine as badly as I had thought. It must just be the very short and relatively dark days that have been throwing me. All good. I'll keep looking for chances, stay on top of what I can, and get to it as I may. I really enjoy work. I think I will get to wear myself out a couple of times, at least, this week. Wish me luck? Later.
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Just a tiny bit off this morning. But this is, really, about as good as mornings get if you aren't a morning man. I am not a morning man. Some say it is will, or faking it until you make it. But that can't be true. I really think some people are made to be happy when they wake, and enjoy waking early. My brother was exactly that. Probably still is, as far as happy goes. I was his polar opposite. No matter how hard we tried, we never were able to do what the other did so naturally. I have actually, in spite of my health, certainly not because of it, made great strides toward being a day man. Health, but not that alone, causes my schedule to drift.
My neck is just a touch cranky, and shoulders. A bit groggy because sleep is twisting in the winter winds. None of that is bad. I can deal with this, and probably, maybe, find my pace, perhaps do a bit of work. As with yesterday, I was not able to arrange for good clothing. I still haven't found my oxfords. Hmm... I know. I'll... try to get those things set up. I could be fumingly angry at myself but at this point I know better. I will simply, and only, make attempts. If I fail, as I am forgiven, and as I make great pains to forgive, I must learn to forgive myself. Being crippled isn't a sin, in God's eyes. It is a secular, or worldly, sin.
I still see hope. I think I can, if I gear and push and watch make it to more action this week, through the week. I had hoped to get out for several events, but also to do shopping. I have been out of milk and cream for a rather longish time. Hopefully, before the week is out, I will get out. My main goal, however, is to rip in and clean. That has fallen far behind. As well, keep food on tap. I may see about what eggs I have, check them, and boil some. Thawing brats to be cooked tomorrow, and making a pot of grain mush as well, might see me to food on tap. That always helps... or at least opens up a few more opportunities.
On the good side, I wasn't missing medicine as badly as I had thought. It must just be the very short and relatively dark days that have been throwing me. All good. I'll keep looking for chances, stay on top of what I can, and get to it as I may. I really enjoy work. I think I will get to wear myself out a couple of times, at least, this week. Wish me luck? Later.
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