A bit done, and more ongoing.

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I called my brother today.  Not only did I catch him, and in a good mood, I caught him with him having time and nothing else to do.  It was a very good talk.  He was waiting to pick up his youngest, from school.  She prefers public ed.  Her old sister went to private, which was offered to both.  The older girl is in an Ivy League, if I'm not sure that is a good thing... or even means anything these days.  Everything is upside down, in more ways than one.  I say nothing, as well as avoiding politics.

He has organ failure, too, if from nerves being shot in his back instead of a bad heart, on his side.  Though, his heart is having problems from that as well.  At some point, in health failure, there seems to be some convergence.  If... you live long enough.  Life simply hurts.  Still, it is what it is.  He has things I'd rather not have.  If too he has family.  Family isn't always what you want, but it is something you don't realize the value of until it isn't there.  It's... the pain... humility... of these things which... are in large part their graces.  I will take until, of what is available, until the choice is no longer mine to make.

He spoke of cooking.  But... everything he eats is... what we, as diabetics, are not supposed to eat.  I truly miss mexican food.  Some I can have, such as menudo... if I'd rather find an alternative for the hominy.  Oh, but come to think of it, menudo is one of the gelatin and such soup bases which can be made hot.  Is it the pork base?  Wait, tripe isn't pork.  But often, pork hocks are added.  Hmmm, no... something else about it allows for it to be spiced up.  Beef and chicken do not take, to my mind, well to spice heating.  Odd that.

Anyway, I asked him about watching his food, and he just... wasn't worried.  Oh, I get it.  I do.  It is very difficult to do a special diet, especially if you are the main cook, and with a family of... misfits.  Oh, I don't mean they are social outcasts, just that... they will all fight for what they want.  It is difficult to do anything but a standard meal plan.  He lives with three women, all a bit to a lot younger then him.  :p  All good though, just deserts?  *grins*  Oh, I'd tell him to his face if I had the opportunity.

The bottles, some of which I soaked again while I slept, came out perfect  The one bottle I am having difficulty cleaning is an... irregular.  The glass is subpar.  I will continue to use it, and this soak might get it clean.  But it, you can tell by looking closely as I finally did, that it is cheaply made.  The Kerr and other brandname glass sparkles like crystal!  I think this stuff works on steel, too, if I end up having difficulty with that.  But for glass, it is superior.

As I have gone through the glass, including the tea pot, I have also been refilling and replacing the old tea containers in the fridge.  Replacing them, cleaning the older ones, and then storing the clean on shelves.  And I thawed meat over yesterday.  I have beef with which to cube then turn to stew.  And I have burger to fry for meat crumble.  Taco salads, and who knows what else.  I may try a teaspoon of the vegemite, in with the fats, when frying the burger.  If I like it, I may try it with the beef stew?  Wait, no... not the beef stew.  That is such a peculiar thing.  It really doesn't do well with many other spices, herbs, condiments, etc.  I will try it with the burger, because that does go with various flavors.  And I can sort out off flavors if need be.

I am gaming, when I get to tired to stand... messing on the internet when I get too tired to game.  I do whatever I can do, for as long as I can do it, and wipe out for it.  Even if all I can do is be awake, and sit at the computer, I do it.  And, yes, even that totally wipes me out sometimes.  Still, I'd rather try to get wiped out than to just sleep until death.  Later.