Feeling good, doing little.

.
.
Actually, somehow, I got too cold.  Was that really the reason I didn't get to much?  Maybe.  I certainly wasn't expecting that.  Feeling good though, so, to a degree, I don't mind.  Was it the cool, or even chill, that made me feel so good though?  No clue.  I simply enjoyed the time as it went by with neither speed nor lacking it, just as life should go when all is well.

I became hungry though.  A good sign.  Lack of a sense of hunger, or worse knowledge of hunger but an inability to do anything about it, are signs of hard times.  If you were even a billionaire, but had nothing but money, even you would know this.  It isn't a money issue.  Or even a food issue.  However, while I had nothing thawed, and a pot and pan deficit due to dishes being backed up, I wasn't going to let those be a problem.  Nothing fancy, just rice, butter, and salt.  Brown rice, has more body and digests slowly so as not to cause hunger so quickly after.  I'm not a hummingbird.  I made enough for four meals.  It... must have been a while since I last ate, for I was terribly hungry.  I ate half that which was prepared.  I still have hunger, but I'll save that for later.  While preparing that I pulled a t-bone, pork chops, and hamburger out.  For the grill, mostly.  Though the hamburger may find it's way into some one-dish wonder or other.  I have no bread or buns, prefer that if I'm doing burgers.

Well, there were a few things done.  Just research.  I have been wanting to make my own barbecue sauce.  You can buy, but that is very hit or miss.  And the stuff they put in the stuff they want you to eat is crazy.  I had an idea of the consistency, potentially.  If you've ever had sweet and sour sauce at an oriental restaurant, you have the idea.  Now, for me, cutting the sweat partially or maybe completely is in the line-up, thought process, design.  I wasn't sure if that would be possible, though suspected it would be.  And, I think it is.

Since I have no plans on cooking down diced fresh tomatoes, or even canned... then pureeing... or... any such score, ketchup is the probable basic starter ingredient.  Corn starch in water, some sort of vinegar, and some collection of spices.  Heat, too, of some sort... spicey heat that is.  And cooking it all down.  Further, I might be able to, from time to time, have actual sweet and sour sauce.  That's a cheap and easy sticky red sauce.  Could be used as a barbecue, sweet and sour, or even possibly as a salad dressing... hot, sweet, sour, savory.  I have every thing I need.  I'd like ginger, especially for the barbecue, don't think I have it, might just put that on my list and, sometime soon, put the rest of it together.  Though I could make the sauce and just chill it until I get to it.

The other research was how best to cut the various ropes and strapping.  I knew hot, just not really how hot, or... well, how to do that.  A torch or heat gun and blade.  Some of them looked to not need any sharpness on the blade, depending completely on heat.  I have several lengths of several colors of what I'll be using.  I'll probably use the heat gun, haven't broken it in yet.  I'm just deciding which blade.  Not sure it it will bugger it up, either with the heat or melting goo.  With that, eventually, done... then I will get to making several of the components I want/need.  Oh, and I did a bit of looking.  They really do have some very neat tools/toys for climbing.

The thing to know about climbing?  You will eventually do something wrong.  Like biking, skating, skiing, winter sports, extreme sports, (of any sorts), you have to, eventually... get older and reflexes/strength/something fail... be young and too exuberant... miss for no or some other reason...  Just know that, if you go in.  You will eventually fall, and may break, perhaps break really badly.  Though, I think, if you really take your time, use your head, and don't take it too casually, you can... limit your exposure.  But it is a bet.  A bet against gravity, for your fallible body, and so on.  For me, in some country I may be in short order, the risk of climbing may be less than the risk of being on the ground.  It's a tradeoff, a bet on one risk versus another, not just a hobby.

I'd sure like a nap.  Before it gets too hot.  Not sure, though.  Could get stuck sleeping in the heat and not be able to get out of it.  I'm thinking on it.  Later.