Curious things.

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Recently, a neighbor asked after my health.  Good, given the givens and then some, I bellowed.  Could be better, but that's been true since the day I was born.  I didn't mention that.  Something about having an air of fitness or vigor or... something.  I kept tossing words.  They seemed close, but not quite right.  Or maybe I did get the word.  Long days wear a man with many duties, so not always does he deal with such to it's finality.  As well, I've been noticing that my shorts keep falling off.  I kept thinking... 'wear a belt'!  When I would finally focus enough to go get a belt on, I would come to the realization...  'I AM wearing a belt'!  Cinch it, I would suggest!  No more holes.  I could punch more holes, probably two more, but then the belt tongue would be longer than to the middle of my back.  Hmm?

I looked at my feet.  I'm carrying a goodly bit of water.  While not elephantine, they are pretty thick, on up past the ankle.  So I expected stepping on the scale wouldn't show much.  Usually, when I carry this much water, I am in the 290's, even 300 range (I usually run 280, when clean).  I was a bit surprised, topping off at 271 and small change.  And, yes, my pants, too, are falling off.  I need new belts... 38's, a pair of them... the strong kind.  Duluth Trader makes excellent belts.  They cost a small fortune per each, but I have never had one fail.  Or I could go buy several on the cheap.  But as tight as I need to wear them, with how things configure and the weight of my clothes, I've had Walmart specials break on the first cinching.  *le sigh*  I'll just buck up and order the good ones.  Problem is, I know I will, if this keeps up and I think it will, end up shifting down in sizes at a very fast pace.  Hmm...  I'll just order one at a time until... until I hit 34.  If I get back down to 31?  I won't wear a belt, baby.  When you conquer Rome, they do as you do.  *wink*

The pig is in.  I have a list for the store, several places actually.  I am considering which way to go.  I am thinking, picking up the hog first.  After that is done and arranged in the freezer, I'll see where I am at.  If I've go mojo, or think I will before the day is done, I'll either sprint shop to town, or go later.  I'll take some chops in for my friend, if I go later.  Yeah... I'll just plan on later, might call him soon in an attempt to arrange a visit.  He has been terribly difficult to reach, so...  I don't want to take pork in if he won't be there.  Even with the ice chest, an hour in mid 60's/70's, in a vehicle, with a semi-serious sun raining down, and that meat would not do well on a round trip.  In is fine, if I drop it right away.

I went out to look up in the trees again.  Sneaky snaking branches.  Just a few.  Maybe just one, on the one tree.  There are others that could come down, in either of the other evergreens.  Maybe a few branches in the faux chinese elms, if I can do that.  I am thinking, hoping, to be ready for that Wednesday.  I have my climbing harness located, and I believe the safety loops, and some static climbing rope along with some other rope for... finagling.  I won't be doing miracles or playing with fire, just... tug, secure, cut, and using caution.

Fit?  Full of vigor?  Not quite yet.  Better than a bit ago, not even close to tomorrow.  Later.