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To town. To return the phone. At $500, it was all I could hope for. Without that return, not only would I not be able to get a new phone, I would be out of that money... stuck with a phone I can't hear, which won't work with earbuds, and won't accept voice messages. So, in I went. With it and accessories.
Only, when I get there, the code that should have been on the phone wasn't there. The woman suggested I drop that return request and request another return. Okay. But... then it was saying no returns, it was outside the window! What! Right! I wasn't used to the phone app, but that's all that would work on the phone. So, she helped.
We tried requesting a return several different ways, to no success. This, that, the other thing. I was at whits ends! We got what of the other things through that were possible. We had to print, I had to pay. It was supposed to be coded! Then we got back to the phone. She tried a couple of things, then had them try to call me? I'd... not heard of that before.
Too late, he said. But... it's broken. I explained. He put me on hold. A long hold. He called back, suggested another thing. I asked if he could send the same as it had been. Okay. So... it did go back in. Now, how was that lucky?
If she hadn't had me bail on the initial return, without us knowing it would have been too late. It wouldn't have been accepted. It was only because I bailed, and had their support reauthorize after the deadline, that the thing went through. This, people, is how my life works. Nothing, not one thing, is allowed to be easy. But... it... sometimes... gets done.
I pulled names, numbers, sent a text with a secondary phone number... I did what I could. I pulled the microchip. Ugh. I don't know when to expect a return, but... there should be one. Perhaps enough for a simple phone to get me through to the end of the month? I don't know. I did look at phones, the other day, I may have mentioned. But on my pay program, it won't allow a termed purchase... cash up front or not. Which... is a problem. Anyway... we will see.
Later.
Saturday, September 12, 2020
Wow, what a temperature climb.
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Between 08:30 and say 10:15 it went from 35 to 60. The sun is out, but it's often out... lately... for now. It must be the air. Something warm was brought in and has sorted the season a bit. I turned the furnace to 72, even so. I had a fatted coffee. But, you know what? I am having a lot of trouble getting going. Just... keeping my eyes open is a heck of a task.
I have things to do!
I played a game, Doom, of... course? I have had it for months, since it came out. It seemed too difficult, initially. Old. I am getting old. It is somewhat difficult, but that is written into the game. No one wants to play a game that isn't challenging, or seem to not get better, so they create the environment from very difficult to later being much easier. The stuff you get in the game doesn't do that much improving. It is simply written to be easier because of certain finds. Like it or not, that is how games work now. They are trying to bring in people who can't play well. It kills my interest on many games. Assuming it isn't even more severely woke broken anyway.
I realized, while sleeping, that it is over. There isn't an America anymore. Of course, what others are busy rebranding had just become a commercial commodity anyway. They are selling it, now, to whoever will buy it and play by the new rules. No complaining, no sassing elites, just do what you are told. Whites, and those similar, are no longer included as elites and will be replaced.
A lot of locals don't realize. In time, they will be setting up replacement camps, for the new people, even in small towns. They have pretty much destroyed Europe that way. It is coming here. If you want a job, government anything... even when that is supposed to be what it was there for, education, etc, you have to be in line. Even banking and other commerce requires acceptance that you are allowed, not a customer anymore. They have to power to shut you out.
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Between 08:30 and say 10:15 it went from 35 to 60. The sun is out, but it's often out... lately... for now. It must be the air. Something warm was brought in and has sorted the season a bit. I turned the furnace to 72, even so. I had a fatted coffee. But, you know what? I am having a lot of trouble getting going. Just... keeping my eyes open is a heck of a task.
I have things to do!
I played a game, Doom, of... course? I have had it for months, since it came out. It seemed too difficult, initially. Old. I am getting old. It is somewhat difficult, but that is written into the game. No one wants to play a game that isn't challenging, or seem to not get better, so they create the environment from very difficult to later being much easier. The stuff you get in the game doesn't do that much improving. It is simply written to be easier because of certain finds. Like it or not, that is how games work now. They are trying to bring in people who can't play well. It kills my interest on many games. Assuming it isn't even more severely woke broken anyway.
I realized, while sleeping, that it is over. There isn't an America anymore. Of course, what others are busy rebranding had just become a commercial commodity anyway. They are selling it, now, to whoever will buy it and play by the new rules. No complaining, no sassing elites, just do what you are told. Whites, and those similar, are no longer included as elites and will be replaced.
A lot of locals don't realize. In time, they will be setting up replacement camps, for the new people, even in small towns. They have pretty much destroyed Europe that way. It is coming here. If you want a job, government anything... even when that is supposed to be what it was there for, education, etc, you have to be in line. Even banking and other commerce requires acceptance that you are allowed, not a customer anymore. They have to power to shut you out.
Oh, it IS cold out there.
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I set the furnace down to 68 last night. 66 is too cool, with no direct heat upstairs. Higher and it is too warm up there. I keep a fan on low, for circulation, right on me. No windows open, anymore, or for now. It was 66 in my area, 64 in the general area. But outside is 35! This front room reads 65, the main reads right at 68. Warm pj's and socks is enough. At 66 it is just a bit too cold. That is my breaking point, currently. When winter hits, even 70~72 may require extra clothing. When it is cold 'in the corners too', and when it's been too cold for too long, then extra just helps. This is my first real year trying to fight it, so we will see.
Graces seem to come and go, but one has become a near staple. Even when willfully against it, it seems truly, now a gift. Odd how I can set out to undercut the grace, and still lose. So... when does grace and sinlessness become easier then sin? I can't tell you, or if it stays, only that I have it for the moment with stupendous gratitude. It isn't mine to take, or borrow, or such. It is mine, for the moment, to enjoy. I had one sin continuously plaguing me, one I couldn't stop. It has been gone for a while now. And I tell you, it... is beyond me. A gift. Truly. Something I have been struggling with for fifteen years. The will and way remain, but the flesh... is graced.
I always wonder, at such times, if I am dying. Or if death is immanent? I suppose we are all dying, we were born dying. Like an airplane, and gravity, we stay above death just so long but we all must land, sometime. I am not, as it were, a glider. I am a tank with wings. When engines failed, I should have dropped like a rock. Yet, here I am. That, too, is a grace, if a painful dark one. And, yet, a cross I bear with as much grace as I have to give. It... ain't pretty. It just is.
So... what to do. A shower, again, shortly. Working on the feet again. They don't really seem to get much better, even with daily bathing, then rasping every other or third day, plus heavy balming. They remain... in difficult shape. With my extra weight, if I were on my feet all day? Maybe. But I sit most of the day, with nearly no weight on my feet. And, I keep socks on, all day. And most of the night. Even then I keep them under the blankets. Difficult to manage, but I do my best. Not sure it actually ends up mattering almost at all. *sigh*
Well, yes. A shower, laundry started, the last of the dishes, ducks and girls. A bit of gathering and sorting. The bathroom. Lots to do, if I am so tired. Will... see. Later.
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I set the furnace down to 68 last night. 66 is too cool, with no direct heat upstairs. Higher and it is too warm up there. I keep a fan on low, for circulation, right on me. No windows open, anymore, or for now. It was 66 in my area, 64 in the general area. But outside is 35! This front room reads 65, the main reads right at 68. Warm pj's and socks is enough. At 66 it is just a bit too cold. That is my breaking point, currently. When winter hits, even 70~72 may require extra clothing. When it is cold 'in the corners too', and when it's been too cold for too long, then extra just helps. This is my first real year trying to fight it, so we will see.
Graces seem to come and go, but one has become a near staple. Even when willfully against it, it seems truly, now a gift. Odd how I can set out to undercut the grace, and still lose. So... when does grace and sinlessness become easier then sin? I can't tell you, or if it stays, only that I have it for the moment with stupendous gratitude. It isn't mine to take, or borrow, or such. It is mine, for the moment, to enjoy. I had one sin continuously plaguing me, one I couldn't stop. It has been gone for a while now. And I tell you, it... is beyond me. A gift. Truly. Something I have been struggling with for fifteen years. The will and way remain, but the flesh... is graced.
I always wonder, at such times, if I am dying. Or if death is immanent? I suppose we are all dying, we were born dying. Like an airplane, and gravity, we stay above death just so long but we all must land, sometime. I am not, as it were, a glider. I am a tank with wings. When engines failed, I should have dropped like a rock. Yet, here I am. That, too, is a grace, if a painful dark one. And, yet, a cross I bear with as much grace as I have to give. It... ain't pretty. It just is.
So... what to do. A shower, again, shortly. Working on the feet again. They don't really seem to get much better, even with daily bathing, then rasping every other or third day, plus heavy balming. They remain... in difficult shape. With my extra weight, if I were on my feet all day? Maybe. But I sit most of the day, with nearly no weight on my feet. And, I keep socks on, all day. And most of the night. Even then I keep them under the blankets. Difficult to manage, but I do my best. Not sure it actually ends up mattering almost at all. *sigh*
Well, yes. A shower, laundry started, the last of the dishes, ducks and girls. A bit of gathering and sorting. The bathroom. Lots to do, if I am so tired. Will... see. Later.
Friday, September 11, 2020
So difficult.
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By late afternoon, before the sun was going down... I think... I believe it was 65 out there. No, not cold. But... quite cool. Very cool for this time of year. I keep checking for weather that seems right. I found one which was right, several hours, the other night. But it hasn't been right since. It is as much as ten degrees warmer than my readings. No, raw numbers, not counting indexes.
They are often warmer to hotter, and for much of the time. Sometimes they get the lows, and or highs, but they numbers they are feeding are false. I can see why they don't want anything but manipuable electric, often connected by wifi or bluetooth, sometimes directly. They can be altered by systems. My guess is, even corporate stations are pregnable, if too, many of those working for those companies are corrupted. They don't even know how to tell the truth anymore.
Oh, broke. Out of cash. I went to the bank, for a balance sheet. I can't tell if it's been corrupted or not. I will have to look things over. I also checked about getting a new phone. Not for now. It looks like I will have to go without the phone for a while. Until a refund has been submitted to my bank. Oh well. That is the way it goes, for now. I asked about my online banking. One of the women, tellers, suggested her husband had a problem with my browser at the bank too. Had to use some other browser, just for that.
It is cool, getting cooler. But it isn't going back down to freezing, or at least it hasn't been since, and doesn't seem to be heading that way. But it isn't exactly recovering. It's a very cool early fall. It might be a rather long winter. If this is fall, it's... almost already here... winter. I almost want to put woolens under, medium to light weight. But it could get too hot, hard to get those off out in the city. Still, I may do that. Though I won't be going in for much, broke as I am.
Ugh... I'll... figure things out, as able. Later.
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By late afternoon, before the sun was going down... I think... I believe it was 65 out there. No, not cold. But... quite cool. Very cool for this time of year. I keep checking for weather that seems right. I found one which was right, several hours, the other night. But it hasn't been right since. It is as much as ten degrees warmer than my readings. No, raw numbers, not counting indexes.
They are often warmer to hotter, and for much of the time. Sometimes they get the lows, and or highs, but they numbers they are feeding are false. I can see why they don't want anything but manipuable electric, often connected by wifi or bluetooth, sometimes directly. They can be altered by systems. My guess is, even corporate stations are pregnable, if too, many of those working for those companies are corrupted. They don't even know how to tell the truth anymore.
Oh, broke. Out of cash. I went to the bank, for a balance sheet. I can't tell if it's been corrupted or not. I will have to look things over. I also checked about getting a new phone. Not for now. It looks like I will have to go without the phone for a while. Until a refund has been submitted to my bank. Oh well. That is the way it goes, for now. I asked about my online banking. One of the women, tellers, suggested her husband had a problem with my browser at the bank too. Had to use some other browser, just for that.
It is cool, getting cooler. But it isn't going back down to freezing, or at least it hasn't been since, and doesn't seem to be heading that way. But it isn't exactly recovering. It's a very cool early fall. It might be a rather long winter. If this is fall, it's... almost already here... winter. I almost want to put woolens under, medium to light weight. But it could get too hot, hard to get those off out in the city. Still, I may do that. Though I won't be going in for much, broke as I am.
Ugh... I'll... figure things out, as able. Later.
Up, hopefully to get at things.
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A real day. The coolest I saw it last night, if I did go to be earlier, was right around 50, plus or minus a few degrees. I didn't think it would get too much cooler, and I doubt if it did. This morning, at 10:30, it is right at 60 and warming. Really, it could hit seventy, perhaps eighty, hard to tell. It depends on other factors at this time of year. The sun is only a part of the equation, and become less of it.
Upstairs was 65 near me, 63 out in the open, with a window partly open and a small fall running. The downstairs was 68, as per furnace, and this front room is 62. All good. I have clothes down for a change, after a shower. The pool for the ducks was reset. No freezing, of course, but I do check. Their standard water and food were reset, and the Quackens were released! Or weleased? No, it wasn't Bwian who released them. :p Yea, word salad'ed that one, in so many ways, but okay. You either get it or... well... you are normal.
The cats have been fed too. I change their water every few days, or when I shower. I water them in a massive kitchen/wash basin, as it keeps it fresh for them. It gets changed every other to every third day. They keep much cleaner having gobs of water to drink. And they throw up fewer hairballs. You can't quite ever fully get rid of those. Mostly from Sassy, who is too lazy to go drink more water to make it all go down, I think... usually. Sam cleans both of them, a lot, I believe.
I noticed there was a lot of peeing going on. At first I thought, maybe, Sassy had diabetes. But, a couple times when Sam was out, after freshly cleaning the litter box, I realized Sassy, by herself, pees just a few times a day. Sam must drink half a gallon a day! I then thought it was because she was ill, but I think she cleans herself and Sassy, where Sassy can't reach. She's a bit of a chunky bunny, so can't get her back well. So... that is why Sam drinks like a fish, to help with the hairballs, which she almost never regurgitates anymore. The investigative services of Doom, on the job.
Brushing teeth, showering, working on the feet just a bit, then figuring out the day. I have a few burger patties cooked and ready this morning. Perhaps heated, and with a fried egg or two? Maybe. The ducks aren't laying at them moment. Which is odd? One is broody, sitting quite well it seems. I'm not sure, with the cold, any will make it. As mentioned, I will give her to the end of the month. If nothing hatches, they just go. Though I may try to light behind them, see if anything is trying... give it a week or two more if so? Assuming messing with the nest doesn't bother her. Gloves, those plastic or such medical gloves... that might keep my scent off. Worth a shot. Later.
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A real day. The coolest I saw it last night, if I did go to be earlier, was right around 50, plus or minus a few degrees. I didn't think it would get too much cooler, and I doubt if it did. This morning, at 10:30, it is right at 60 and warming. Really, it could hit seventy, perhaps eighty, hard to tell. It depends on other factors at this time of year. The sun is only a part of the equation, and become less of it.
Upstairs was 65 near me, 63 out in the open, with a window partly open and a small fall running. The downstairs was 68, as per furnace, and this front room is 62. All good. I have clothes down for a change, after a shower. The pool for the ducks was reset. No freezing, of course, but I do check. Their standard water and food were reset, and the Quackens were released! Or weleased? No, it wasn't Bwian who released them. :p Yea, word salad'ed that one, in so many ways, but okay. You either get it or... well... you are normal.
The cats have been fed too. I change their water every few days, or when I shower. I water them in a massive kitchen/wash basin, as it keeps it fresh for them. It gets changed every other to every third day. They keep much cleaner having gobs of water to drink. And they throw up fewer hairballs. You can't quite ever fully get rid of those. Mostly from Sassy, who is too lazy to go drink more water to make it all go down, I think... usually. Sam cleans both of them, a lot, I believe.
I noticed there was a lot of peeing going on. At first I thought, maybe, Sassy had diabetes. But, a couple times when Sam was out, after freshly cleaning the litter box, I realized Sassy, by herself, pees just a few times a day. Sam must drink half a gallon a day! I then thought it was because she was ill, but I think she cleans herself and Sassy, where Sassy can't reach. She's a bit of a chunky bunny, so can't get her back well. So... that is why Sam drinks like a fish, to help with the hairballs, which she almost never regurgitates anymore. The investigative services of Doom, on the job.
Brushing teeth, showering, working on the feet just a bit, then figuring out the day. I have a few burger patties cooked and ready this morning. Perhaps heated, and with a fried egg or two? Maybe. The ducks aren't laying at them moment. Which is odd? One is broody, sitting quite well it seems. I'm not sure, with the cold, any will make it. As mentioned, I will give her to the end of the month. If nothing hatches, they just go. Though I may try to light behind them, see if anything is trying... give it a week or two more if so? Assuming messing with the nest doesn't bother her. Gloves, those plastic or such medical gloves... that might keep my scent off. Worth a shot. Later.
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Cool, but...
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I can't be absolutely sure. I suspect it won't get frigid tonight. It will be cool, perhaps into the forties. But maybe not far into the low of those? No wind, at the moment. I am grilling a few burgers for dinner. Of course, the sun is down. Has been for a while now. The ducks were put in. This time I left the inner gate open, and put food and water in the entrance area... a vestibule. Why not.
I have started worrying about their food and water, especially should I get ill. My memory isn't doing well. I keep forgetting things, even to turn on a timer while cooking. Something is just off... has been for a week? Two? I have found a few ways to... avoid greater problems. I am having difficulty just keeping up, awake, on things.
Yeah, well... I'll keep at it. If it warms again, perhaps I can find a better balance before winter officially starts. This cold spell was something else. So fast, after an already cool summer, but one which was just starting to... actually begin! It had just gotten hot, or at least mildly warm... almost summerish... when it crashed to below freezing, with a couple of massive drops from the highs to lows, to the lowest. Crazy.
Well, best check the burgers. Probably good night.
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I can't be absolutely sure. I suspect it won't get frigid tonight. It will be cool, perhaps into the forties. But maybe not far into the low of those? No wind, at the moment. I am grilling a few burgers for dinner. Of course, the sun is down. Has been for a while now. The ducks were put in. This time I left the inner gate open, and put food and water in the entrance area... a vestibule. Why not.
I have started worrying about their food and water, especially should I get ill. My memory isn't doing well. I keep forgetting things, even to turn on a timer while cooking. Something is just off... has been for a week? Two? I have found a few ways to... avoid greater problems. I am having difficulty just keeping up, awake, on things.
Yeah, well... I'll keep at it. If it warms again, perhaps I can find a better balance before winter officially starts. This cold spell was something else. So fast, after an already cool summer, but one which was just starting to... actually begin! It had just gotten hot, or at least mildly warm... almost summerish... when it crashed to below freezing, with a couple of massive drops from the highs to lows, to the lowest. Crazy.
Well, best check the burgers. Probably good night.
Why listen?
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Because sometimes, just sometimes, you hear. I couldn't quite sleep, so I started in on a recent find I enjoy. Oh, she can... be a bit biting. Sometimes wrongly, and she admits it. Now, does she go too far? Who doesn't. Anyway. The point was well taken regarding her mistake. Charity. It is the greatest of the three. And, yet, the easiest to not abide well.
I just... got learned. Thought I'd share it. No, you don't have to be Catholic to enjoy this bit. And, perhaps you were curious what Catholic nuns are about, beside calling them penguins. We did, even in school, if... not usually... to their faces. :p Yes, we have sisters too. Sheesh. Anyway, thought I'd share it. Later.
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Because sometimes, just sometimes, you hear. I couldn't quite sleep, so I started in on a recent find I enjoy. Oh, she can... be a bit biting. Sometimes wrongly, and she admits it. Now, does she go too far? Who doesn't. Anyway. The point was well taken regarding her mistake. Charity. It is the greatest of the three. And, yet, the easiest to not abide well.
I just... got learned. Thought I'd share it. No, you don't have to be Catholic to enjoy this bit. And, perhaps you were curious what Catholic nuns are about, beside calling them penguins. We did, even in school, if... not usually... to their faces. :p Yes, we have sisters too. Sheesh. Anyway, thought I'd share it. Later.
A difficult day.
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I've been trying to break through, do something. I did make a meal, enjoyed it. I can barely keep my eyes open. Something is terribly broken. Tired? Cold? To be honest, it feels like I am on the edge of death. I'm not, I just... can't do much, as if I were. So tired some parts of my body hurt. I'll take a nap, see if that will help. I've been sleeping well. Still... Later.
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I've been trying to break through, do something. I did make a meal, enjoyed it. I can barely keep my eyes open. Something is terribly broken. Tired? Cold? To be honest, it feels like I am on the edge of death. I'm not, I just... can't do much, as if I were. So tired some parts of my body hurt. I'll take a nap, see if that will help. I've been sleeping well. Still... Later.
Self control.
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I lost it, regarding food... and work to a lesser degree, recently. I am working, a bit each day. Only not as much as I would hope. Limited. But is that a weak willpower or illness. That one I can't quite tell. Food was... something very different. A bug in the helmet, I was... am... so hungry. I am trying to aim my consumption at good foods. But it is still there. I have started praying regarding it. It might just be a reaction from the combination of dieting and the cold snap.
However, chastity has been... superior. Even when I lose my will, which has happened, there seems to be... something else involved. Initially frustrating, when I realize... something holy is involved, or seems so... I am most humbly grateful. I say a string of prayers, giving thanks. It's as if Mary herself just says no to... something else. And so it doesn't happen. Truly, grateful. Not perfected, yet, but well on the way.
Still pretty chilly. I may take a short nap. I will keep the door open, but the windows closed, see how that works. The extra clothing may not be enough. I tried to keep the furnace at 66. I'm thinking 68, at least, probably 70, plus the layers. So cold! Well, as well, I may have to try to work, to create physical warmth. Calisthenics every hour? A few push-ups, setups, jumping jacks? Something. I suspect, without energy burning, almost no furnace setting will be warm enough... right until it is too hot.
After the nap, a shower. Then a few burgers. Laundry set. Dishes sorted again. Then a few calls?
Later.
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I lost it, regarding food... and work to a lesser degree, recently. I am working, a bit each day. Only not as much as I would hope. Limited. But is that a weak willpower or illness. That one I can't quite tell. Food was... something very different. A bug in the helmet, I was... am... so hungry. I am trying to aim my consumption at good foods. But it is still there. I have started praying regarding it. It might just be a reaction from the combination of dieting and the cold snap.
However, chastity has been... superior. Even when I lose my will, which has happened, there seems to be... something else involved. Initially frustrating, when I realize... something holy is involved, or seems so... I am most humbly grateful. I say a string of prayers, giving thanks. It's as if Mary herself just says no to... something else. And so it doesn't happen. Truly, grateful. Not perfected, yet, but well on the way.
Still pretty chilly. I may take a short nap. I will keep the door open, but the windows closed, see how that works. The extra clothing may not be enough. I tried to keep the furnace at 66. I'm thinking 68, at least, probably 70, plus the layers. So cold! Well, as well, I may have to try to work, to create physical warmth. Calisthenics every hour? A few push-ups, setups, jumping jacks? Something. I suspect, without energy burning, almost no furnace setting will be warm enough... right until it is too hot.
After the nap, a shower. Then a few burgers. Laundry set. Dishes sorted again. Then a few calls?
Later.
We definitely got hit.
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It was good, indoors, upstairs and down. I set the alarm at 66 before bed, or it wouldn't cool. At the 68 setting, it was as high as 72? Nevermind. But that was too warm, even to sleep. I left a window open, a fan on, and the door open for the girls. Sassy actually joined me last night, the first in a long time. It stayed 64 upstairs and 66 downstairs in the main, and 61 or so in the front room? As I recall, though the front room might have been cooler?
I will, from now on though, either keep the windows, or the door, shut. If I want it cooler, I will shut the door and open the windows. It seems, even without a furnace access, the upstairs will stay pretty close to the downstairs temp. The only reason it didn't was because of open windows. Which means the furnace ran more than I would have wanted. Live and learn.
I am, mostly, up this early because of a bellyache. Too much and the wrong kinds of food yesterday. Back on the chain gang today, of dieting? It is hoped. I am managing clothing already, even just with pj's. I didn't want to put on full woolens yet, but did want something. I tried acrylic leggings last year. Yea? Shut it, they work, are cheap, and allow for a medium between just heavy pajamas, which aren't enough, and even light woolens... which are too heavy for inside. That and an overlayer... either a jacket or robe as I currently have, plus tshirt, heavy pj's, and two layers of socks. Actually, the balm helps keep the feet warm. And rubbing it in warms the feet, and gets the circulation going too. I do care for my body, when I can, can know to do so. I try.
I also hit my feet again this morning. Rasping them with several levels of fineness grits, then slathering balm on. If I don't catch up, and keep up, cracks will form. I am surprised, and lucky, to have recovered from wounds on my feet in the past. I don't want to risk that. So, balming and rasping the dry off, and then baby oil with extras after showers. I'll keep at it until they are doing much better, then just keep up a bit, from time to time.
Oh, hit? Yes. Outside it was down to 28! 28 F! Oddly, none of the water sources for the ducks have frozen, even skimmed, even in part. That is a strange freeze. While out, I let the ducks go. It's a bit early, and cold, but they don't even notice. And, dressed as I am, neither do I. Actually, for now, I am ditching the robe. I'll keep it handy, in case a chill creeps back in.
Oh, this morning? When I can wake? Dishes, laundry, a shower, and... planning. Later.
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It was good, indoors, upstairs and down. I set the alarm at 66 before bed, or it wouldn't cool. At the 68 setting, it was as high as 72? Nevermind. But that was too warm, even to sleep. I left a window open, a fan on, and the door open for the girls. Sassy actually joined me last night, the first in a long time. It stayed 64 upstairs and 66 downstairs in the main, and 61 or so in the front room? As I recall, though the front room might have been cooler?
I will, from now on though, either keep the windows, or the door, shut. If I want it cooler, I will shut the door and open the windows. It seems, even without a furnace access, the upstairs will stay pretty close to the downstairs temp. The only reason it didn't was because of open windows. Which means the furnace ran more than I would have wanted. Live and learn.
I am, mostly, up this early because of a bellyache. Too much and the wrong kinds of food yesterday. Back on the chain gang today, of dieting? It is hoped. I am managing clothing already, even just with pj's. I didn't want to put on full woolens yet, but did want something. I tried acrylic leggings last year. Yea? Shut it, they work, are cheap, and allow for a medium between just heavy pajamas, which aren't enough, and even light woolens... which are too heavy for inside. That and an overlayer... either a jacket or robe as I currently have, plus tshirt, heavy pj's, and two layers of socks. Actually, the balm helps keep the feet warm. And rubbing it in warms the feet, and gets the circulation going too. I do care for my body, when I can, can know to do so. I try.
I also hit my feet again this morning. Rasping them with several levels of fineness grits, then slathering balm on. If I don't catch up, and keep up, cracks will form. I am surprised, and lucky, to have recovered from wounds on my feet in the past. I don't want to risk that. So, balming and rasping the dry off, and then baby oil with extras after showers. I'll keep at it until they are doing much better, then just keep up a bit, from time to time.
Oh, this morning? When I can wake? Dishes, laundry, a shower, and... planning. Later.
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Definitely going cold.
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Lighting the grill, I could tell. At not yet 21:00, it is dark, windy, and just hitting 50. It will be dropping hard. Oh, but the wind is from the south, not the north which is what I heard would be the case. Same yesterday, I do believe. Which... doesn't make sense. From the south it should be warm. This isn't... what they are saying it is. This isn't a polar vertex, or vortex, or... any such thing. This is just plain... wrong.
The wind is strong. Remnants of the hurricane(s)? Something else? Unusual. It isn't from the north.
Burgers, but just with some veggie or other. As much as I need, want. Something is really off, foodwise, hungerwise. I asked my mother, but I haven't had a thing like this, that I recall. But I have never tried to control diet before, either. It sure seems to be a reaction to the cold. So... so I best try to manage the cold.
I am dressing warmer, but I don't think even that is enough. I need to add not just warm pj's, but also try the woolen and synthetic layering items, of various thicknesses. I feel slightly cool, but not cold. But... it's... wall to wall cool. I think I had best treat that. If I want to control hunger. As for falling off the diet? I am not worried about that, so long as I can figure it out, manage it, and remember how to do that in the future. Minimalism will not work. I have to start taking care of my body, as if it were a child or infirm person on it's own. Or... it will do what it feels is required to do to tend itself. Choices... or no conscious choices? Yes, something like that.
I bet it will drop to below freezing tonight. Unless clouds and rain or snow hits. That limits the temp drops, save at higher elevations. But I just don't see snow or definitely not rain with this sort of wind. It would have to be a huge front moving in. Possible, just not likely to stick together in this wind. Will see tomorrow. And, I am keeping the furnace at 72. And dressing warmer. It is, pretty much, winter weather, here, already. That wind is something. Later.
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In the fifteen to twenty it took to get the grill going and get veggies out and on, it has dropped to 45. And, that is downwind from the grill, which is a roaring roasty cooking hot! I'm not sure that will affect the thermometer, ten feet away, and about two feet higher, but it might. Yea, it will get cold tonight.
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Lighting the grill, I could tell. At not yet 21:00, it is dark, windy, and just hitting 50. It will be dropping hard. Oh, but the wind is from the south, not the north which is what I heard would be the case. Same yesterday, I do believe. Which... doesn't make sense. From the south it should be warm. This isn't... what they are saying it is. This isn't a polar vertex, or vortex, or... any such thing. This is just plain... wrong.
The wind is strong. Remnants of the hurricane(s)? Something else? Unusual. It isn't from the north.
Burgers, but just with some veggie or other. As much as I need, want. Something is really off, foodwise, hungerwise. I asked my mother, but I haven't had a thing like this, that I recall. But I have never tried to control diet before, either. It sure seems to be a reaction to the cold. So... so I best try to manage the cold.
I am dressing warmer, but I don't think even that is enough. I need to add not just warm pj's, but also try the woolen and synthetic layering items, of various thicknesses. I feel slightly cool, but not cold. But... it's... wall to wall cool. I think I had best treat that. If I want to control hunger. As for falling off the diet? I am not worried about that, so long as I can figure it out, manage it, and remember how to do that in the future. Minimalism will not work. I have to start taking care of my body, as if it were a child or infirm person on it's own. Or... it will do what it feels is required to do to tend itself. Choices... or no conscious choices? Yes, something like that.
I bet it will drop to below freezing tonight. Unless clouds and rain or snow hits. That limits the temp drops, save at higher elevations. But I just don't see snow or definitely not rain with this sort of wind. It would have to be a huge front moving in. Possible, just not likely to stick together in this wind. Will see tomorrow. And, I am keeping the furnace at 72. And dressing warmer. It is, pretty much, winter weather, here, already. That wind is something. Later.
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In the fifteen to twenty it took to get the grill going and get veggies out and on, it has dropped to 45. And, that is downwind from the grill, which is a roaring roasty cooking hot! I'm not sure that will affect the thermometer, ten feet away, and about two feet higher, but it might. Yea, it will get cold tonight.
It was cool again, but not quite cold?
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That, however, was before the sun went down. It is down. It will get cold. It may already be cold.
The ducks are in. Some of them are going up onto the shelves. Not all of them, oddly. Perhaps it's a cliche thing, or maybe the two smaller hens just can't fly well? I'm not sure which ones go up. I'll have to try to sort that out, just to know. I wonder if they are taking bedding up there? I no longer leave water in the hutch, that gets far too messy. If it also means I absolutely have to open up and feed and water the ducks. They can go without food for a bit, but not water, not even for a day. I may see about figuring a different thing out. Though, truth is, in the winter, it freezes anyway. I have to water them in the winter, daily. Though, perhaps, this time, if I have problems, I may see about help.
The cold got to me. I have been absolutely famished. I have been eating as if I had starved for a few days, to a week. I can't seem to eat enough, or find what it takes. HUNGRY! Terribly, horribly, voraciously, hungry. I can't seem to stop. Is it the sudden cold, and need of my body? Is it losing weight recently, on top of it? I have tried various types of foods, and none of it seems to be enough, or quite satisfying whatever is missing. Or... I just don't know. A platter of burgers for supper tonight, ribs for tomorrow supper. Burgers aren't enough. I have veggies. The salad is done for, so that is that. I'm not up to arranging coleslaw tonight, or I'd do that.
I did turn the heat up, in hopes that would help with general but mostly hunger issues. It really doesn't seem to help. I did get a shower in. And I worked on my feet heavily. I best wear socks at night, at least until my feet get too hot. They are chapping too much. Just cotton socks, and bag balm under those. Yea, it works well.
I called my mother, to see if they got the cold too. Yep. And I asked about hunger. Yep, when it gets cold, she can go through spells of that too. I let her alone, she wasn't pleased that I was bugging her again. Oh well. I'll leave her alone for a month. If she remembers to call, so be it. If I happen to notice. Nothing personal. I suppose she just doesn't need or want too much bother.
I'll... figure some things out tomorrow. Later, perhaps good night.
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That, however, was before the sun went down. It is down. It will get cold. It may already be cold.
The ducks are in. Some of them are going up onto the shelves. Not all of them, oddly. Perhaps it's a cliche thing, or maybe the two smaller hens just can't fly well? I'm not sure which ones go up. I'll have to try to sort that out, just to know. I wonder if they are taking bedding up there? I no longer leave water in the hutch, that gets far too messy. If it also means I absolutely have to open up and feed and water the ducks. They can go without food for a bit, but not water, not even for a day. I may see about figuring a different thing out. Though, truth is, in the winter, it freezes anyway. I have to water them in the winter, daily. Though, perhaps, this time, if I have problems, I may see about help.
The cold got to me. I have been absolutely famished. I have been eating as if I had starved for a few days, to a week. I can't seem to eat enough, or find what it takes. HUNGRY! Terribly, horribly, voraciously, hungry. I can't seem to stop. Is it the sudden cold, and need of my body? Is it losing weight recently, on top of it? I have tried various types of foods, and none of it seems to be enough, or quite satisfying whatever is missing. Or... I just don't know. A platter of burgers for supper tonight, ribs for tomorrow supper. Burgers aren't enough. I have veggies. The salad is done for, so that is that. I'm not up to arranging coleslaw tonight, or I'd do that.
I did turn the heat up, in hopes that would help with general but mostly hunger issues. It really doesn't seem to help. I did get a shower in. And I worked on my feet heavily. I best wear socks at night, at least until my feet get too hot. They are chapping too much. Just cotton socks, and bag balm under those. Yea, it works well.
I called my mother, to see if they got the cold too. Yep. And I asked about hunger. Yep, when it gets cold, she can go through spells of that too. I let her alone, she wasn't pleased that I was bugging her again. Oh well. I'll leave her alone for a month. If she remembers to call, so be it. If I happen to notice. Nothing personal. I suppose she just doesn't need or want too much bother.
I'll... figure some things out tomorrow. Later, perhaps good night.
A cold one, again.
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A friend read the forecast, hour by hour. Down to 45 by 22:00? As low as 25. At 20:00, it was already down to 40! However, I don't know what it got down to. By 00:20, it was only at 38. Still, that... was cool enough for my tastes. I went to bed about then. The internet stopped working. Actually, the internet has become a fragile, irregular thing anyway. Sometimes there are just too many people on it?
The hardware is only meant for, what, a 20% load, maybe 40%? And that is max, and for a short period? This 150%, or more in multi-households... that's... plus they won't remove non-payers, at least of a certain type. Actually, I wonder if they removed non-payers... of phone, internet, and rent... how much "antifa" and "blm" activities would be shunted, and how much better police would be able to do their jobs safely?
Oh, those groups, whichever they really are, would still have advanced communications. No doubt. But that communication would be advanced, taggable, and traceable. It would all go back to the money, and not be lost on obama-phones. If they want to win that, they have to fight it. To fight it, they have to know where the money is coming from. That isn't difficult. It is what we do with any terrorist org. How do you think osama was taken out? His whole org is a shadow, and remains it. Money.
To be honest, they are helping Trump. Dems thought it was helping them. All Trump has to do is precisely what he is doing. If dems move against them, they are so infested with the rot that they might well receive a vitist. Might anyway. But a visit, and a "visit"... a beating or death, or blackmail. Dems can't move against, now, nearly their handlers. Still, it's cities. They really did vote for this, out of mistaken sentiments, going along to get along, or evil intentions of their own... I got mine, everybody should get the remaining crumbs. If everyone is evil, decisively, then nobody is? It just doesn't work that way. So... I can't care.
Hmmm? Oh, whatever. Woke in a fit? Not really, just mumbling to wake. I had the downstairs set at 66, because at 68 it was staying 72! Upstairs, I had a window and fan going. It was 63, if probably only because the furnace was on, and heat rises, even as shut as I had things. Ugh, I'll shower, then check the temp outside. Later.
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A friend read the forecast, hour by hour. Down to 45 by 22:00? As low as 25. At 20:00, it was already down to 40! However, I don't know what it got down to. By 00:20, it was only at 38. Still, that... was cool enough for my tastes. I went to bed about then. The internet stopped working. Actually, the internet has become a fragile, irregular thing anyway. Sometimes there are just too many people on it?
The hardware is only meant for, what, a 20% load, maybe 40%? And that is max, and for a short period? This 150%, or more in multi-households... that's... plus they won't remove non-payers, at least of a certain type. Actually, I wonder if they removed non-payers... of phone, internet, and rent... how much "antifa" and "blm" activities would be shunted, and how much better police would be able to do their jobs safely?
Oh, those groups, whichever they really are, would still have advanced communications. No doubt. But that communication would be advanced, taggable, and traceable. It would all go back to the money, and not be lost on obama-phones. If they want to win that, they have to fight it. To fight it, they have to know where the money is coming from. That isn't difficult. It is what we do with any terrorist org. How do you think osama was taken out? His whole org is a shadow, and remains it. Money.
To be honest, they are helping Trump. Dems thought it was helping them. All Trump has to do is precisely what he is doing. If dems move against them, they are so infested with the rot that they might well receive a vitist. Might anyway. But a visit, and a "visit"... a beating or death, or blackmail. Dems can't move against, now, nearly their handlers. Still, it's cities. They really did vote for this, out of mistaken sentiments, going along to get along, or evil intentions of their own... I got mine, everybody should get the remaining crumbs. If everyone is evil, decisively, then nobody is? It just doesn't work that way. So... I can't care.
Hmmm? Oh, whatever. Woke in a fit? Not really, just mumbling to wake. I had the downstairs set at 66, because at 68 it was staying 72! Upstairs, I had a window and fan going. It was 63, if probably only because the furnace was on, and heat rises, even as shut as I had things. Ugh, I'll shower, then check the temp outside. Later.
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
A difficult day.
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I think it is just the speed and depth of the cool that swept in. It cut my legs from under me. It isn't as if I had great footing to begin with, either. What surprised me was my tolerance. I wasn't freezing, in spite of it being ten degrees colder than usual upstairs, and even cooler downstairs. It was about 60 upstairs, plus or minus a few degrees at times.
The furnace is up, but it doesn't seems to matter. I am wearing warm clothing and a solid jacket. While... warm... too, I am not. I don't think my body temperature, the part I can't seem to warm, has little to do with the environment. And, yes, I did eat. I was tempted to dig into the potato salad, but went with just a few hard boiled duck eggs... along with the two remaining pork chops. Those truly were delicious. And, oddly, the mix was quite good. Duck eggs are a bit off, generally, boiled... on their own. But in potato salad, or other cooked foods, or mixed with certain foods to include pork chops, they go down quite well.
Medicine has been taken. Three days after today and I will have taken nearly two months of medicine without but a few missed doses. I am still disabled. Medicine can't fix that. I can't do as much, but I do more and more often. It is a frustrating life. I really am just waiting to die... but not by will... that is all I have left. I will fight it until I don't, I guess. For what a fight is worth. But, yes, fight it. And, as I suggested, I suspect I have a lot of time left. Most of it will be painful, problematic, difficult. I'm good with that, too. It's all about me, while somehow having nothing to do with me.
I keep trying to open a work window. Getting a shower first. Dishes and laundry next. I'd like to get a load of laundry out, see how well it dries in cool weather. With the wind, probably not too badly. Last I looked, it was in the very low 50's out there. Hmm, not sure if the wind was still brisk though... probably? But, to get to work I have to... I don't know... something is just not working.
I should call my mom, see if they got the cold snap through too. I texted my brother the other day. He didn't text back. He doesn't like to text. I used to be more on his side, but finally gave up and just use it from time to time. Getting over myself is a chore, but... sometimes... it is doable. Having a Boss helps. I may have to text him again. Annoyances are a joy! I am definitely a joy. There are better and greater joys than I by far. Some are on their way right to you. Enjoy! :p
Later.
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I think it is just the speed and depth of the cool that swept in. It cut my legs from under me. It isn't as if I had great footing to begin with, either. What surprised me was my tolerance. I wasn't freezing, in spite of it being ten degrees colder than usual upstairs, and even cooler downstairs. It was about 60 upstairs, plus or minus a few degrees at times.
The furnace is up, but it doesn't seems to matter. I am wearing warm clothing and a solid jacket. While... warm... too, I am not. I don't think my body temperature, the part I can't seem to warm, has little to do with the environment. And, yes, I did eat. I was tempted to dig into the potato salad, but went with just a few hard boiled duck eggs... along with the two remaining pork chops. Those truly were delicious. And, oddly, the mix was quite good. Duck eggs are a bit off, generally, boiled... on their own. But in potato salad, or other cooked foods, or mixed with certain foods to include pork chops, they go down quite well.
Medicine has been taken. Three days after today and I will have taken nearly two months of medicine without but a few missed doses. I am still disabled. Medicine can't fix that. I can't do as much, but I do more and more often. It is a frustrating life. I really am just waiting to die... but not by will... that is all I have left. I will fight it until I don't, I guess. For what a fight is worth. But, yes, fight it. And, as I suggested, I suspect I have a lot of time left. Most of it will be painful, problematic, difficult. I'm good with that, too. It's all about me, while somehow having nothing to do with me.
I keep trying to open a work window. Getting a shower first. Dishes and laundry next. I'd like to get a load of laundry out, see how well it dries in cool weather. With the wind, probably not too badly. Last I looked, it was in the very low 50's out there. Hmm, not sure if the wind was still brisk though... probably? But, to get to work I have to... I don't know... something is just not working.
I should call my mom, see if they got the cold snap through too. I texted my brother the other day. He didn't text back. He doesn't like to text. I used to be more on his side, but finally gave up and just use it from time to time. Getting over myself is a chore, but... sometimes... it is doable. Having a Boss helps. I may have to text him again. Annoyances are a joy! I am definitely a joy. There are better and greater joys than I by far. Some are on their way right to you. Enjoy! :p
Later.
A lot of sleep.
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Nearly twelve hours. That used to be fairly regular. From 22:30 last night until 10:06 this morning. Now, what throws me, usually, is staying awake too long or not long enough. Sleep is usually six to eight hours, more often eight. But cold came to town last night. And wind. I just checked, and it was 40 out there. It was in the low 60's all around the house. I had two windows open upstairs and down.
Oh, and it looks like it rained, if not all that much? I just don't know, other than that there was one area of the walk with a lot of water still soaked in. For some reason, that part of the walk looks wet, after a rain, the longest. I didn't hear rain, and was awake from time to time last night. Either it was little, or the sound was masked by the wind. I am glad I brought the flag in.
It's the cold. That is why I slept. I turned the furnace on, set it at 68, hope it warms the place a bit before long. At least I am not tired or in pain today. My body is a bit cold weary, but that can be fixed. A quick breakfast would help. I really think those chops and an egg would do nicely. The turkey patties will be warmed, and added to a salad later.
Why turkey burger? Actually, I have been wanting to try it anyway. Fewer calories, means larger portions. While it isn't favorable, fat wise, it is fairly reasonable all other ways. I feared the price. The last time I checked ground chicken and turkey, they were expensive. This time I couldn't find ground chicken. But the ground turkey was less expensive than the ground beef. An easy call. It is a light meat. Strange, like a malt you can fry or some such. But, taste? Not that much taste, but it's not a bad lack of flavor? Something strange like that. I will happily go to ground turkey by lots. I still want burger, for occasional patties, and casseroles. But I will be moving to turkey.
I'll give it a bit to warm. Actually, a hot fatted coffee to get started. Then, if it is warm enough, a shower and shave. If 68 just won't motivate, I'll push it to 74, turning it down when I get dressed after the shower. I am not going to fight the cold today, I don't have the bones for it. I'll set up the truly last of the dishes today, after. See if there is enough of a load of laundry. I have two of my bath sheets, after my shower. But I also have enough clothes from through the week. Yeah, I can do laundry too.
To put the flag out though? I'll check. I'm thinking so. It likes to fly, and I like seeing it out there. I may have problems with some men, and women, who hide their evil behind it, but that flag isn't a part of their evil. And many good men have killed and died for that flag, quite often rightly. I'll keep to it, and fly the American flag as often as it is reasonable to do. It is... about deciding what is reasonable and what isn't that is the trick. Later.
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Nearly twelve hours. That used to be fairly regular. From 22:30 last night until 10:06 this morning. Now, what throws me, usually, is staying awake too long or not long enough. Sleep is usually six to eight hours, more often eight. But cold came to town last night. And wind. I just checked, and it was 40 out there. It was in the low 60's all around the house. I had two windows open upstairs and down.
Oh, and it looks like it rained, if not all that much? I just don't know, other than that there was one area of the walk with a lot of water still soaked in. For some reason, that part of the walk looks wet, after a rain, the longest. I didn't hear rain, and was awake from time to time last night. Either it was little, or the sound was masked by the wind. I am glad I brought the flag in.
It's the cold. That is why I slept. I turned the furnace on, set it at 68, hope it warms the place a bit before long. At least I am not tired or in pain today. My body is a bit cold weary, but that can be fixed. A quick breakfast would help. I really think those chops and an egg would do nicely. The turkey patties will be warmed, and added to a salad later.
Why turkey burger? Actually, I have been wanting to try it anyway. Fewer calories, means larger portions. While it isn't favorable, fat wise, it is fairly reasonable all other ways. I feared the price. The last time I checked ground chicken and turkey, they were expensive. This time I couldn't find ground chicken. But the ground turkey was less expensive than the ground beef. An easy call. It is a light meat. Strange, like a malt you can fry or some such. But, taste? Not that much taste, but it's not a bad lack of flavor? Something strange like that. I will happily go to ground turkey by lots. I still want burger, for occasional patties, and casseroles. But I will be moving to turkey.
I'll give it a bit to warm. Actually, a hot fatted coffee to get started. Then, if it is warm enough, a shower and shave. If 68 just won't motivate, I'll push it to 74, turning it down when I get dressed after the shower. I am not going to fight the cold today, I don't have the bones for it. I'll set up the truly last of the dishes today, after. See if there is enough of a load of laundry. I have two of my bath sheets, after my shower. But I also have enough clothes from through the week. Yeah, I can do laundry too.
To put the flag out though? I'll check. I'm thinking so. It likes to fly, and I like seeing it out there. I may have problems with some men, and women, who hide their evil behind it, but that flag isn't a part of their evil. And many good men have killed and died for that flag, quite often rightly. I'll keep to it, and fly the American flag as often as it is reasonable to do. It is... about deciding what is reasonable and what isn't that is the trick. Later.
Monday, September 7, 2020
A good day.
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Not much after finishing the dishes. It is a holiday, so going out was of no use. Wind, and lots of dust, partly cloudy, becoming quite cool. It was, at 20:30, below 60 already. Quite a wind going. I will open two windows and have the little inside fan going tonight. I think I will leave the door open, as well, so the girls can visit if they wish, or if it gets too cold. I am leaving a few windows open downstairs, but not all. It could be tricky out there.
I did make the turkey patties. I overcooked them a bit. But, to be honest, even so, they weren't bad. They were 90% lean. For supper, since the regular burgers weren't thawed, I had pork chops. I must admit, those were absolutely delicious. Rather lean, but with fat for trim. As well, I made potato salad. Not bad, at all, if not very keto. Still, sometimes... it happens.
I will bring the flag in tonight. I should every night, or get a light out for the flag. And I should always bring it in during inclement weather. Though, as our servicemen, sometimes being left out in the hard, cold, windy, wet, or such is... right. But not tonight. Rolled, still dry, and set for putting out when it is a bit better. A heck of a weather front moving in. Some say it could bring snow. There is potential.
I am getting things sorted. I am moving along. The bathroom and shelving downstairs, tomorrow. As well, a few dishes from tonight, and a few counters or other surfaces. Yes, a bit more. Maybe not as much as I would like, but a bit more. Warmed chops, on lettuce? Heated turkey burger on... lettuce? I will eat well. Hmm... actually, chops with fried duck eggs! That would do well.
Time to pray and be to bed. Good night.
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Not much after finishing the dishes. It is a holiday, so going out was of no use. Wind, and lots of dust, partly cloudy, becoming quite cool. It was, at 20:30, below 60 already. Quite a wind going. I will open two windows and have the little inside fan going tonight. I think I will leave the door open, as well, so the girls can visit if they wish, or if it gets too cold. I am leaving a few windows open downstairs, but not all. It could be tricky out there.
I did make the turkey patties. I overcooked them a bit. But, to be honest, even so, they weren't bad. They were 90% lean. For supper, since the regular burgers weren't thawed, I had pork chops. I must admit, those were absolutely delicious. Rather lean, but with fat for trim. As well, I made potato salad. Not bad, at all, if not very keto. Still, sometimes... it happens.
I will bring the flag in tonight. I should every night, or get a light out for the flag. And I should always bring it in during inclement weather. Though, as our servicemen, sometimes being left out in the hard, cold, windy, wet, or such is... right. But not tonight. Rolled, still dry, and set for putting out when it is a bit better. A heck of a weather front moving in. Some say it could bring snow. There is potential.
I am getting things sorted. I am moving along. The bathroom and shelving downstairs, tomorrow. As well, a few dishes from tonight, and a few counters or other surfaces. Yes, a bit more. Maybe not as much as I would like, but a bit more. Warmed chops, on lettuce? Heated turkey burger on... lettuce? I will eat well. Hmm... actually, chops with fried duck eggs! That would do well.
Time to pray and be to bed. Good night.
I definitely am not moving swiftly.
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Fresh tea made, water reset for the next batch, dishes done... all that had been set. A shower, shortly. Then a shave, maybe. Food put out to thaw. The dishes are air drying after being fairly well dried by hand. I just... prefer they dry a bit more. I have been putting previous batches away, as I put the new batches out. After the shower, the last of the dishes to be set up? Probably.
I would like to do more, but I am winded. My lungs are actually sore, burn. As if I had done sprints, for football, basketball, or track. I remember the days. I see stars if I push too hard. I keep thinking I do little. And, true, while that is a fact, little for me is a lot for my flesh. It doesn't take much to completely wipe me out. Is it the medicine, or the illness, though? Perhaps both. The medicine does help, but with extreme limits. I, potentially, can do much more off of medicine, but so rarely that it isn't worth it. I do less, per any particular go, but more over time... the tortoise versus the hair. And, in this case, the tortoise always wins. I do prefer the rabbit, when it can go fast. Oh well.
Blood sugar is 165 after a fatted coffee, if while still drinking it.Which means it is elevated. It takes an hour, sometimes, to finish the drink. I have been nursing it for an half hour. I weigh 274.2 today. Not a lot of weight loss, but a bit. Actually, due to a few bad things, I am surprised I didn't gain. Surprised? I keep saying that. I'm not sure I know what that word means? Burgers tonight, though I might try turkey burgers for lunch? Just patties, on some lettuce if it is at all good, with a bit of mayo and mustard as a rough dressing? Yes. At 434 calories for that, I... it will work.
It is a good day. I didn't hurt waking. I only have slight aches through the day, which are only noticed when... I notice. It is nice and cool inside. Just a bit ago, the thermometer read 83 outside. So much for a week of 90's to 100's. I don't think I saw a 90... maybe that one day... did it hit 92? If so, it didn't feel like it, or last. It is a wonderful fall week.
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Fresh tea made, water reset for the next batch, dishes done... all that had been set. A shower, shortly. Then a shave, maybe. Food put out to thaw. The dishes are air drying after being fairly well dried by hand. I just... prefer they dry a bit more. I have been putting previous batches away, as I put the new batches out. After the shower, the last of the dishes to be set up? Probably.
I would like to do more, but I am winded. My lungs are actually sore, burn. As if I had done sprints, for football, basketball, or track. I remember the days. I see stars if I push too hard. I keep thinking I do little. And, true, while that is a fact, little for me is a lot for my flesh. It doesn't take much to completely wipe me out. Is it the medicine, or the illness, though? Perhaps both. The medicine does help, but with extreme limits. I, potentially, can do much more off of medicine, but so rarely that it isn't worth it. I do less, per any particular go, but more over time... the tortoise versus the hair. And, in this case, the tortoise always wins. I do prefer the rabbit, when it can go fast. Oh well.
Blood sugar is 165 after a fatted coffee, if while still drinking it.Which means it is elevated. It takes an hour, sometimes, to finish the drink. I have been nursing it for an half hour. I weigh 274.2 today. Not a lot of weight loss, but a bit. Actually, due to a few bad things, I am surprised I didn't gain. Surprised? I keep saying that. I'm not sure I know what that word means? Burgers tonight, though I might try turkey burgers for lunch? Just patties, on some lettuce if it is at all good, with a bit of mayo and mustard as a rough dressing? Yes. At 434 calories for that, I... it will work.
It is a good day. I didn't hurt waking. I only have slight aches through the day, which are only noticed when... I notice. It is nice and cool inside. Just a bit ago, the thermometer read 83 outside. So much for a week of 90's to 100's. I don't think I saw a 90... maybe that one day... did it hit 92? If so, it didn't feel like it, or last. It is a wonderful fall week.
I gave it all I had.
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I washed everything a final time, put it to a final rinse, then waited until it should have been the right temp to handle yet dry well. I simply couldn't muster what it took to finish. So, it sat overnight. All good. First thing this morning I reset everything, if down to two loads. I made a fresh fatted coffee, or part of it... it brews. I have a timer on for both. The coffee is ready, by it's timers, but I am... writing. I'll get to it shortly.
The ducks were put out, fed, fresh water set... in the opposite order. I sat out there with them for a bit. It was cooler this morning, if not cold. But at 11:00, it's... definitely hitting fall. A very nice fall day. Oh, but leaves haven't started falling yet. I am hoping to bad lots of those, for duck fodder. I need to check on hay, too. And rabbits. Bleh.
So, today? The last of the dishes. Oh, well, I still have a few pots and pans from very recent use, needing washed. Then sweeping and the rest of the counters. Should be easy, the counters, with the kitchen sinks open. Then back to tearing into the kitchen. Clearing the basement for food storage, then storing what goes down there. Setting up mouse traps, and checking those. Ugh.
I think the ducks may be so good at mousing that they are driving the mice indoors. Even with two cats in here, I suppose it beats an horror of six voracious meat eating ducks. Between traps and beasts, I am hoping to get rid of the little beasts. They aren't welcome. Hmm... I may have to see about another cat. I'd like a tom, but I worry about their territorial peeing. They say they can fix it, but I have my doubts. A female will have to compete, and it's a tough group I have. Still... with Sam aging so much, it might be time. Further, if Sam goes, I might get another cat on top of that. I think three cats would be worth the money.
I am definitely enjoying fall. I am back to work, if slowly. I am feeling good. Medicine is regular, diabetes is under control, I am dieting well, managing food in all ways. It's not, by a longshot, perfect... my diet. But I am beginning to understand what can and can't be eaten, and based on calories or carbs, or even fats. I am learning to eat. Mistakes will be made. And I have limits as to what I can arrange, do, and not do. My willpower is weakened greatly by my illness(es). Still, I think I can, generally, get there. Later.
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I washed everything a final time, put it to a final rinse, then waited until it should have been the right temp to handle yet dry well. I simply couldn't muster what it took to finish. So, it sat overnight. All good. First thing this morning I reset everything, if down to two loads. I made a fresh fatted coffee, or part of it... it brews. I have a timer on for both. The coffee is ready, by it's timers, but I am... writing. I'll get to it shortly.
The ducks were put out, fed, fresh water set... in the opposite order. I sat out there with them for a bit. It was cooler this morning, if not cold. But at 11:00, it's... definitely hitting fall. A very nice fall day. Oh, but leaves haven't started falling yet. I am hoping to bad lots of those, for duck fodder. I need to check on hay, too. And rabbits. Bleh.
So, today? The last of the dishes. Oh, well, I still have a few pots and pans from very recent use, needing washed. Then sweeping and the rest of the counters. Should be easy, the counters, with the kitchen sinks open. Then back to tearing into the kitchen. Clearing the basement for food storage, then storing what goes down there. Setting up mouse traps, and checking those. Ugh.
I think the ducks may be so good at mousing that they are driving the mice indoors. Even with two cats in here, I suppose it beats an horror of six voracious meat eating ducks. Between traps and beasts, I am hoping to get rid of the little beasts. They aren't welcome. Hmm... I may have to see about another cat. I'd like a tom, but I worry about their territorial peeing. They say they can fix it, but I have my doubts. A female will have to compete, and it's a tough group I have. Still... with Sam aging so much, it might be time. Further, if Sam goes, I might get another cat on top of that. I think three cats would be worth the money.
I am definitely enjoying fall. I am back to work, if slowly. I am feeling good. Medicine is regular, diabetes is under control, I am dieting well, managing food in all ways. It's not, by a longshot, perfect... my diet. But I am beginning to understand what can and can't be eaten, and based on calories or carbs, or even fats. I am learning to eat. Mistakes will be made. And I have limits as to what I can arrange, do, and not do. My willpower is weakened greatly by my illness(es). Still, I think I can, generally, get there. Later.
Sunday, September 6, 2020
Got it.
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I have washed everything, setting it all up for one more wash. The goal is to give the dishes in the tub another, final, wash. Shower and maybe shave as well. Then put them in for a quick rinse while I air dry. Finally, finish those. At least dry them, then leave them to finish drying out on a counter. As well, trash will go out. That should see me rather ready for a start tomorrow.
A shower, early. Ducks and cats of course, fed, watered, tended otherwise. A few phone calls? Some business? A bit of checking on this or that. Oh, and finishing the last of the dishes in the kitchen. Perhaps washing the counters while at it. It is taking a long time. More than hoped. But once started, it is... well... it is still taking a long time. I simply can't work hard or fast. But it is getting done.
Not tomorrow, but Tuesday, I'd like to clean the shelves downstairs, so as to begin storing food more rightly. Cans and cans, boxes on boxes, enough for almost a can a day for a year. I suppose, in a pinch, it might do. But it isn't the best food for daily consumption. Along with a few other things, it might work, help.
I am hoping to begin canning this fall. If I could find a good source of tomatoes, I'd store those. Otherwise, and mainly, I want to can meats. Hamburger, keto roast, bratwurst, even chicken, perhaps turkey. Small batches. I think my pressure canner will handle, say, sixteen quarts... or a bit more than double that number of pints. I will try both quarts and pints, where possible. See what I need. For a meal of two, a quart is really needed? Unless everyone eating is a light eater. Yea, I'd need a bit of both. They are ugly, but they sure are handy. Tasty? I can't swear to that. A good sauce can make shoe leather delicious though, true that.
I can do variants of whatever meat, or even meats. Though I want to keep quarts with quarts, and pints with pints, but half of the pints or quarts chicken, half beef, or a few of several meats, that's how you do, if needed. How much do I want to put up? Enough for two nights a week, I think? A quart and a pint per week, of all meats total? Yes. That would be a good start. Perhaps doubling that, so as to have two years of extras. Hmmm... 52ish weeks, means 52 quarts and pints of meats. It will take a bit. Doubling will take... longer! :p
Now, in an extreme emergency, one year as I have planned would only last, say, three to five months. Doubling would... still offer six months to a year of storage. Yeah, that wouldn't be bad. Plus canned tuna and etc as well. There is no guarantee in life. Even if you store, rightly, well... it can all just disappear, be stolen, or I could be murdered for it... with or without a real need. It's getting dangerous out there.
Yea, getting more done. So tired. At least I don't hurt. I sure do in the mornings, if it usually passes quickly. Oh... that dream... the incoherent babbling? I didn't understand it, but I... understood the notions. He is a happy one. Just don't be on the outside of that happiness. He won't hurt you, you will. Such... a strange dream. For womb does the bell toll? :p Later, or good night.
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I have washed everything, setting it all up for one more wash. The goal is to give the dishes in the tub another, final, wash. Shower and maybe shave as well. Then put them in for a quick rinse while I air dry. Finally, finish those. At least dry them, then leave them to finish drying out on a counter. As well, trash will go out. That should see me rather ready for a start tomorrow.
A shower, early. Ducks and cats of course, fed, watered, tended otherwise. A few phone calls? Some business? A bit of checking on this or that. Oh, and finishing the last of the dishes in the kitchen. Perhaps washing the counters while at it. It is taking a long time. More than hoped. But once started, it is... well... it is still taking a long time. I simply can't work hard or fast. But it is getting done.
Not tomorrow, but Tuesday, I'd like to clean the shelves downstairs, so as to begin storing food more rightly. Cans and cans, boxes on boxes, enough for almost a can a day for a year. I suppose, in a pinch, it might do. But it isn't the best food for daily consumption. Along with a few other things, it might work, help.
I am hoping to begin canning this fall. If I could find a good source of tomatoes, I'd store those. Otherwise, and mainly, I want to can meats. Hamburger, keto roast, bratwurst, even chicken, perhaps turkey. Small batches. I think my pressure canner will handle, say, sixteen quarts... or a bit more than double that number of pints. I will try both quarts and pints, where possible. See what I need. For a meal of two, a quart is really needed? Unless everyone eating is a light eater. Yea, I'd need a bit of both. They are ugly, but they sure are handy. Tasty? I can't swear to that. A good sauce can make shoe leather delicious though, true that.
I can do variants of whatever meat, or even meats. Though I want to keep quarts with quarts, and pints with pints, but half of the pints or quarts chicken, half beef, or a few of several meats, that's how you do, if needed. How much do I want to put up? Enough for two nights a week, I think? A quart and a pint per week, of all meats total? Yes. That would be a good start. Perhaps doubling that, so as to have two years of extras. Hmmm... 52ish weeks, means 52 quarts and pints of meats. It will take a bit. Doubling will take... longer! :p
Now, in an extreme emergency, one year as I have planned would only last, say, three to five months. Doubling would... still offer six months to a year of storage. Yeah, that wouldn't be bad. Plus canned tuna and etc as well. There is no guarantee in life. Even if you store, rightly, well... it can all just disappear, be stolen, or I could be murdered for it... with or without a real need. It's getting dangerous out there.
Yea, getting more done. So tired. At least I don't hurt. I sure do in the mornings, if it usually passes quickly. Oh... that dream... the incoherent babbling? I didn't understand it, but I... understood the notions. He is a happy one. Just don't be on the outside of that happiness. He won't hurt you, you will. Such... a strange dream. For womb does the bell toll? :p Later, or good night.
More.
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The ducks weren't out, so I really didn't want to just... sit in the heat. It wasn't all that hot, the highest I saw it get was 87. That just isn't too bad. But... there is no reason to sit in it. I was feeling rather pleasant indoors, it wasn't too cool as it had been, at times. Then again, wearing thicker pj's, tending the skin on my feet... when dry they seem to bleed heat... or cool... properly moistened and healthy they help with temperature control. Still, a bit cool this morning, but that fixed itself.
I have hit the dishes, the ones in the tub, once clean through. Nasty. Sitting for weeks, in the same water, before I switched them out. But so much better. That first soak didn't do much. I had to scrub fairly hard. Even this second wash took a bit of work, but they ARE clean now. I thought I would just rinse them. I am rethinking that. I want them clean to the bone. They look it, I just want to be sure. As well, I did half the dishes with one more wash. Getting there. I hope to finish the other half, set them out so I can shower, then reset them. As well, to hit the dishes in the kitchen. I'll get there.
I called my mother. She had the information I was seeking. That, at the moment, isn't very successful. Still, that it is... as it is... leaves some hope. I will keep trying. I have other data I will use shortly. I'll keep at it. You never know how things work unless you keep at it. Success isn't always success, mind you. As failure isn't always as it seems. Tricky world we live in.
I will have a bit more to eat. I had thought of salad and a can of tuna, chicken, or salmon. I... just don't think so. The last of the cabbage and a small piece of meat, plus a final fatted coffee. Blood sugar is 151 both daily and average, if I think my glucometer is pooping out on me. It isn't displaying the full last digit, and the average seems high. Bleh. No, I am too hungry to mess with what I can barely tolerate.
Oh, I best make sure I have things out for tomorrow. Burgers, I believe. But what with? I wonder if I have what is needed for coleslaw? I have fresh cabbage. Bought two heads, of similar size, shape, and weight. The first one wasn't too bitter. It would be good, burgers and coleslaw, perhaps a can of no-sugar-added fruit cocktail? It isn't all that tasty, but it isn't too bad. I don't have enough heavy cream to make whipped cream, or I'd turn the fruit into a salad of sorts, with pumpkin seeds and maybe walnuts? Not enough.
Hotdogs and brots, once, ribs of some sort next, and then maybe spaghetti? Sure, if I can figure out a replacement for my pasta. Or... just eat a very small portion? Either spaghetti or some pasta casserole? Hmm, how about an egg, cheese, and sausage, with veggie, casserole? That might not be bad. Plus, I'd have enough leftovers for the weekend. Could send some home with Boss, if he likes it well enough. He is still growing. I think.
I am doing some things. Tired though. But, I want more done! I'll try. Later or good night.
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The ducks weren't out, so I really didn't want to just... sit in the heat. It wasn't all that hot, the highest I saw it get was 87. That just isn't too bad. But... there is no reason to sit in it. I was feeling rather pleasant indoors, it wasn't too cool as it had been, at times. Then again, wearing thicker pj's, tending the skin on my feet... when dry they seem to bleed heat... or cool... properly moistened and healthy they help with temperature control. Still, a bit cool this morning, but that fixed itself.
I have hit the dishes, the ones in the tub, once clean through. Nasty. Sitting for weeks, in the same water, before I switched them out. But so much better. That first soak didn't do much. I had to scrub fairly hard. Even this second wash took a bit of work, but they ARE clean now. I thought I would just rinse them. I am rethinking that. I want them clean to the bone. They look it, I just want to be sure. As well, I did half the dishes with one more wash. Getting there. I hope to finish the other half, set them out so I can shower, then reset them. As well, to hit the dishes in the kitchen. I'll get there.
I called my mother. She had the information I was seeking. That, at the moment, isn't very successful. Still, that it is... as it is... leaves some hope. I will keep trying. I have other data I will use shortly. I'll keep at it. You never know how things work unless you keep at it. Success isn't always success, mind you. As failure isn't always as it seems. Tricky world we live in.
I will have a bit more to eat. I had thought of salad and a can of tuna, chicken, or salmon. I... just don't think so. The last of the cabbage and a small piece of meat, plus a final fatted coffee. Blood sugar is 151 both daily and average, if I think my glucometer is pooping out on me. It isn't displaying the full last digit, and the average seems high. Bleh. No, I am too hungry to mess with what I can barely tolerate.
Oh, I best make sure I have things out for tomorrow. Burgers, I believe. But what with? I wonder if I have what is needed for coleslaw? I have fresh cabbage. Bought two heads, of similar size, shape, and weight. The first one wasn't too bitter. It would be good, burgers and coleslaw, perhaps a can of no-sugar-added fruit cocktail? It isn't all that tasty, but it isn't too bad. I don't have enough heavy cream to make whipped cream, or I'd turn the fruit into a salad of sorts, with pumpkin seeds and maybe walnuts? Not enough.
Hotdogs and brots, once, ribs of some sort next, and then maybe spaghetti? Sure, if I can figure out a replacement for my pasta. Or... just eat a very small portion? Either spaghetti or some pasta casserole? Hmm, how about an egg, cheese, and sausage, with veggie, casserole? That might not be bad. Plus, I'd have enough leftovers for the weekend. Could send some home with Boss, if he likes it well enough. He is still growing. I think.
I am doing some things. Tired though. But, I want more done! I'll try. Later or good night.
Slow.
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I just can't get going. I had a pork roast and cabbage breakfast. Nothing fancy, but it isn't at all bad. I cut the amount of pork to about five ounces. Less meat means more cabbage. Two tabs of butter makes it all good. For lunch, just a salad. I do alright making my own italian dressing. Next time I will make a balsamic vinaigrette. As well, I counted a fatted coffee I haven't had yet. Even with all of that, I haven't used 655 calories. Meaning I have over a thousand calories for the rest of the day.
It has surprised me that I can live on less, a lot less, than recommended. If, too, I think living on too little is not a good thing. As well, I am impressed how quickly a k of calories can be consumed. A few ribs, a steak, lots of things, and not all that much of it. The problem is, I really like thicker steaks! I suppose I could get them thicker, but portion them into thirds? That might really do okay. If I can find them on a serious sale. Which I did recently, so got a few.
I haven't messed with dishes yet. I am hoping to get on them shortly. It would be super to have them finished, before the new week starts. And to have more counters done. Laundry is good. Now to get to dishes, the bathroom, and the kitchen. Those had been sitting for a while. The smell was something awful. With trash out, laundry done, and dishes being squared, it will begin to smell a lot better in here. Yes, I'd best finish dishes... at least get them all a single wash. Though, finishing them would be vastly better.
It's still cool, 72 main and front room. It is 87 outdoors, with a solid wind to the south. I'd bet eight to ten mph, or more. I may go out and sit, watch the ducks, quietly pray a bit, and warm up. Just a bit. I'll bet Sam would go out with me too. It's here favorite weather, and season. But she is getting older, perhaps fears the ducks? She may not even go out with me, but... maybe.
Oh, I had pork with the cabbage last night too. I was afraid I went over the limit. I was under, if just by ~62 or so. Still, I was pleased that I hadn't gone over. I was so hungry. The hunger remains today. But a smaller portion of meat, and cabbage and romaine lettuce as filler, and it's... better. Still, that edge of hunger... it lingers. I'll have to explore other ways of handling hunger. Then again, I am already eating a weight loss caloric diet. So hitting the numbers isn't awful. And may be required. More will be required to get to ketosis... fats...
A very good week for fasting. Not a great week for work, but not bad given some givens. Life is beginning to move ahead again. If I could lose forty, perhaps more depending on appearances, then begin to work out a bit? If I could do more, perhaps repairs and events, hiking to skiing, getting to church, perhaps taking in live acting theater from time to time? Life is good, but you have to be able, then willing, to go take part in it. I have been limited in both departments. We will see.
Later.
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I just can't get going. I had a pork roast and cabbage breakfast. Nothing fancy, but it isn't at all bad. I cut the amount of pork to about five ounces. Less meat means more cabbage. Two tabs of butter makes it all good. For lunch, just a salad. I do alright making my own italian dressing. Next time I will make a balsamic vinaigrette. As well, I counted a fatted coffee I haven't had yet. Even with all of that, I haven't used 655 calories. Meaning I have over a thousand calories for the rest of the day.
It has surprised me that I can live on less, a lot less, than recommended. If, too, I think living on too little is not a good thing. As well, I am impressed how quickly a k of calories can be consumed. A few ribs, a steak, lots of things, and not all that much of it. The problem is, I really like thicker steaks! I suppose I could get them thicker, but portion them into thirds? That might really do okay. If I can find them on a serious sale. Which I did recently, so got a few.
I haven't messed with dishes yet. I am hoping to get on them shortly. It would be super to have them finished, before the new week starts. And to have more counters done. Laundry is good. Now to get to dishes, the bathroom, and the kitchen. Those had been sitting for a while. The smell was something awful. With trash out, laundry done, and dishes being squared, it will begin to smell a lot better in here. Yes, I'd best finish dishes... at least get them all a single wash. Though, finishing them would be vastly better.
It's still cool, 72 main and front room. It is 87 outdoors, with a solid wind to the south. I'd bet eight to ten mph, or more. I may go out and sit, watch the ducks, quietly pray a bit, and warm up. Just a bit. I'll bet Sam would go out with me too. It's here favorite weather, and season. But she is getting older, perhaps fears the ducks? She may not even go out with me, but... maybe.
Oh, I had pork with the cabbage last night too. I was afraid I went over the limit. I was under, if just by ~62 or so. Still, I was pleased that I hadn't gone over. I was so hungry. The hunger remains today. But a smaller portion of meat, and cabbage and romaine lettuce as filler, and it's... better. Still, that edge of hunger... it lingers. I'll have to explore other ways of handling hunger. Then again, I am already eating a weight loss caloric diet. So hitting the numbers isn't awful. And may be required. More will be required to get to ketosis... fats...
A very good week for fasting. Not a great week for work, but not bad given some givens. Life is beginning to move ahead again. If I could lose forty, perhaps more depending on appearances, then begin to work out a bit? If I could do more, perhaps repairs and events, hiking to skiing, getting to church, perhaps taking in live acting theater from time to time? Life is good, but you have to be able, then willing, to go take part in it. I have been limited in both departments. We will see.
Later.
Up at 08:30.
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But when did I go to bed? I just can't remember. I didn't crash, really. But, when it was time, it was time. I don't think I even looked. Though I must have, as I made sure the alarms were set... six and eight. I turned off the six'er either the first or second round. The eight was snoozed out to half after. It was a mostly good sleep. I woke to some pain, but it passes as the fog of sleep.
Some dream, about the incoherent babbles of an unborn who isn't human. Well, not only human. If... I think.. not a bad thing... one. And the other children, who will know this one, were able to hear and speak back... babble back... incoherently but happily as well, as with John, in Elizabeth's womb. John, if you believe, and I do, lept in his mother's women, before he was born, upon meeting Jesus... each in his perspective womb. So it is with the others, when He babbles in the womb they hear and babble as well. Incoherent? Maybe, but not... misunderstood. By some.
Was I remembering the first time? Am I seeing today? Am I hearing from a thousand years in the future. Or... just dreaming. With my belief firmly affixed to God, I am not worried. All things in his time. It was a very good dream though. No, it doesn't make me special. A fly on the wall would hear as much, potentially. Even belief and faith won't add to anything on my side. It is what I do, or don't do, with those things.
I can't do much. I can barely stand. I could see why some would judge me hellbound. How can you know and truly believe and yet do nothing? First, I can't do much. I have trouble standing for half an hour. If it is hot, less, before I become woozy. And that wooziness doesn't pass when I get to a cool spot and sit, refresh on fluid. I might see stars for days. So it has been for decades.
On medication, off it, doesn't matter. I have missed three days of medication in the last nearly two months. I am three days into the last week of that. And, yet, the little work I have been doing is causing some sort of extreme exhaustion. I sit to do dishes, I keep standing to half an hour or less, I avoid getting too warm, or cold. I eat if I think that will help, even if it means going over calories occasionally. I do fast, but not often. Besides, that should actually help.
If my health issues aren't a God thing, certainly my extended life in them is. There is no other way. I do what I may, and more. Ah, but you forget... the widow's mite. Go, read. I give more than I can afford, all I have, in my limited way from the limits of my station. Continue with tossing in fortunes from my perspective. If you do it for pride, or to be an envy, so be it. Even if you do it rightly, but it not affect your station at all? Again, so be it. I give what I can't. But, I realize, it never was mine. Good luck with that.
Ah, I have let the ducks out early. It isn't really warm, but it isn't very cold. Cool, in here, but not so much out there... or it didn't feel like it. I'll do litter after I catch my breath. I did a little fussing with dishes, but need to set them up for another run, again after I catch my breath. I have dishes in the sink and tub. Not much in the sink, just... extras that weren't as bad as what had been the sink dishes.
Today? Dishes... hopefully every group, at least washed to clean. Perhaps finished and put up. A shower and a shave, to be ready tomorrow. Perhaps sweeping several areas. And trash collected and out. When I change litter, I'll see if any of the pans are needing a whole change, though I don't think so. When there is a permanent bottom layers of wet, that won't clump, I toss the whole thing... after letting them use up the clumping matter on top... unless the smell is too strong, then it all just goes.
I am having cabbage, again, today. I might not be able to fast, completely, but I can cut it a bit. Perhaps three or four ounces of the pork roast too. That and a fatted coffee, to start. Maybe more cabbage later. Gotta be careful with cabbage though. It can run you through, lad... all the way and back again! Those and prunes 'ill do ya for! All I'm saying. Later.
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But when did I go to bed? I just can't remember. I didn't crash, really. But, when it was time, it was time. I don't think I even looked. Though I must have, as I made sure the alarms were set... six and eight. I turned off the six'er either the first or second round. The eight was snoozed out to half after. It was a mostly good sleep. I woke to some pain, but it passes as the fog of sleep.
Some dream, about the incoherent babbles of an unborn who isn't human. Well, not only human. If... I think.. not a bad thing... one. And the other children, who will know this one, were able to hear and speak back... babble back... incoherently but happily as well, as with John, in Elizabeth's womb. John, if you believe, and I do, lept in his mother's women, before he was born, upon meeting Jesus... each in his perspective womb. So it is with the others, when He babbles in the womb they hear and babble as well. Incoherent? Maybe, but not... misunderstood. By some.
Was I remembering the first time? Am I seeing today? Am I hearing from a thousand years in the future. Or... just dreaming. With my belief firmly affixed to God, I am not worried. All things in his time. It was a very good dream though. No, it doesn't make me special. A fly on the wall would hear as much, potentially. Even belief and faith won't add to anything on my side. It is what I do, or don't do, with those things.
I can't do much. I can barely stand. I could see why some would judge me hellbound. How can you know and truly believe and yet do nothing? First, I can't do much. I have trouble standing for half an hour. If it is hot, less, before I become woozy. And that wooziness doesn't pass when I get to a cool spot and sit, refresh on fluid. I might see stars for days. So it has been for decades.
On medication, off it, doesn't matter. I have missed three days of medication in the last nearly two months. I am three days into the last week of that. And, yet, the little work I have been doing is causing some sort of extreme exhaustion. I sit to do dishes, I keep standing to half an hour or less, I avoid getting too warm, or cold. I eat if I think that will help, even if it means going over calories occasionally. I do fast, but not often. Besides, that should actually help.
If my health issues aren't a God thing, certainly my extended life in them is. There is no other way. I do what I may, and more. Ah, but you forget... the widow's mite. Go, read. I give more than I can afford, all I have, in my limited way from the limits of my station. Continue with tossing in fortunes from my perspective. If you do it for pride, or to be an envy, so be it. Even if you do it rightly, but it not affect your station at all? Again, so be it. I give what I can't. But, I realize, it never was mine. Good luck with that.
Ah, I have let the ducks out early. It isn't really warm, but it isn't very cold. Cool, in here, but not so much out there... or it didn't feel like it. I'll do litter after I catch my breath. I did a little fussing with dishes, but need to set them up for another run, again after I catch my breath. I have dishes in the sink and tub. Not much in the sink, just... extras that weren't as bad as what had been the sink dishes.
Today? Dishes... hopefully every group, at least washed to clean. Perhaps finished and put up. A shower and a shave, to be ready tomorrow. Perhaps sweeping several areas. And trash collected and out. When I change litter, I'll see if any of the pans are needing a whole change, though I don't think so. When there is a permanent bottom layers of wet, that won't clump, I toss the whole thing... after letting them use up the clumping matter on top... unless the smell is too strong, then it all just goes.
I am having cabbage, again, today. I might not be able to fast, completely, but I can cut it a bit. Perhaps three or four ounces of the pork roast too. That and a fatted coffee, to start. Maybe more cabbage later. Gotta be careful with cabbage though. It can run you through, lad... all the way and back again! Those and prunes 'ill do ya for! All I'm saying. Later.
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