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It did slow. While suffering is negligible, fog of mind has set in. It is simply exhausting to focus for long. Even so, the spare bedroom is rigged, the bathroom is up to specs and is being maintained, while food production stays on track with dishes being marginally wrangled. Not bad for my current state. Doing anything additional is... quite a trick.
An attempt at homemade bbq sauce was made recently. Ketchup, a gooder(tm) mustard (not expensive, just well made), sriracha, with sweet spices... cinnamon and allspice if ginger might be added next time. Vinegar will probably end up in there in time also. It is missing something, and depth of flavor. It, though, wasn't horrible or bad, just not perfected. It has been labelled as a good start. I am grilling the meats. Actually, more. Went full hobo-cook the other day, and will probably never go back, opened a can of asparagus, drained it in the can, ripped off the label, added butter, then put that right on the grill for 15 minutes. Fantastic way to fly, no extra pots, and actually vegetables are a nice add. There, I said it. *grumbles* Happy, mom? :p
I have been experimenting elsewise culinarilly. If inputting data was easier I'd do a major haute hobo-cook field report. It... is going quite well.
Next, to figure out ss, restart medicine, and start back in on the house. I have decided to hit the mostly unused rooms first... self-maintaining. Therefore the basement and upstairs are next in the queue. The kitchen will catch dregs of energy as I am closing shop, winding down. Ugh. Oh, actually I could finish the computer room first... it is close(ish). I'll vacuum the guest room, then powder it again with fresh baking soda for a final vacuum midweek. That will get done today. Other then that, dishes, and trash, the weekend is off. Hoping to push for heavy new week.
Later.
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Friday, September 22, 2017
Such a dark and hard place, time.
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Life, here and now, that is.
Bills were finally sorted. Breathing room seemed to have been developed. Then the other shoes started to fall... or become apparent to me? Some of each.
My mother called. A check I wrote not only failed, the account was gone? I knew it was in slight arrears, but the social security check should have both fixed that and covered the check. Also known, social security wrote saying they would be cancelling my arrangement this January, unless information could be offered. Did they cancel early? I simply don't know.
It took massive focus, and three days, for me to get things aligned then applied. Out, today. Plus shopping and medicine. Doc didn't have a prescription for my main heart medicine and only one refill (now expended) for the other medicines. Carvedilol is still in slim supply, so it is doable. And they faxed him about this. I just saw this joker in August ffs! He would write insulin script in a second. Even give them until I am hooked, dependent, and eminently expendable, but won't mess with the cheap life saving stuff? It sure looks that way. Anyway, I sent what was owed, and double for guilt. I will tackle mother in some ways. I... won't wantonly harm her. Even when we spat, trust me, she gives better than I can give, or more frequently... and that tangle of a woman has some seriously thick skin... who do you think taught me?
Nothing to be done for the shuttered account. But they had gone rogue and were murdering with fees, fines, taxes, and who knows what else. Greedy nasty monsters, kicking a dying animal after over a decade of business. I expect a bill from them. I will begin working on social security Monday, or thereabouts. Ffs! At least my conscience is as clear as it can be w/r to mom, at this point. Even an unintentional bad check to mom? Especially putting her in a bind? She forgave, without even a curse. Not fair. Even with God, that is my most difficult event.
Later.
.
Life, here and now, that is.
Bills were finally sorted. Breathing room seemed to have been developed. Then the other shoes started to fall... or become apparent to me? Some of each.
My mother called. A check I wrote not only failed, the account was gone? I knew it was in slight arrears, but the social security check should have both fixed that and covered the check. Also known, social security wrote saying they would be cancelling my arrangement this January, unless information could be offered. Did they cancel early? I simply don't know.
It took massive focus, and three days, for me to get things aligned then applied. Out, today. Plus shopping and medicine. Doc didn't have a prescription for my main heart medicine and only one refill (now expended) for the other medicines. Carvedilol is still in slim supply, so it is doable. And they faxed him about this. I just saw this joker in August ffs! He would write insulin script in a second. Even give them until I am hooked, dependent, and eminently expendable, but won't mess with the cheap life saving stuff? It sure looks that way. Anyway, I sent what was owed, and double for guilt. I will tackle mother in some ways. I... won't wantonly harm her. Even when we spat, trust me, she gives better than I can give, or more frequently... and that tangle of a woman has some seriously thick skin... who do you think taught me?
Nothing to be done for the shuttered account. But they had gone rogue and were murdering with fees, fines, taxes, and who knows what else. Greedy nasty monsters, kicking a dying animal after over a decade of business. I expect a bill from them. I will begin working on social security Monday, or thereabouts. Ffs! At least my conscience is as clear as it can be w/r to mom, at this point. Even an unintentional bad check to mom? Especially putting her in a bind? She forgave, without even a curse. Not fair. Even with God, that is my most difficult event.
Later.
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