.
Yea. And it sucks, actually. Too warm? Oddly, yes, as
well. I went to bed at or just before 19:30. I think I was pretty
much asleep before I hit the sack. possibly before I even went up the
steps? Who knows. Though I think so.
A bit sore from yesterday's doings. All good though. Swinging
those various wrenches around will do that, at odd angles, and above even my
shoulders. Though some of it is mechanical exhaustion, like from having
to keep the water shut-off tool on the valve. I think they got one that
is too big, and has to be oddly situated to work. While it doesn't take
a lot of energy, it takes concentrated energy. The combination is really
what got to me.
After I get any water usage out of the way, for the morning, I'll turn off the
water to the house until the elbows are put in. I may get on to town,
after the shops are open, to see about elbows... if I haven't hear
anything. As well, I will drain the water, then undo the flex pipes, on
the sides which will be attached to the elbows. As well, tighten up
those where they connect to the water heater. Be all ready. As
well, I will look around for pipe tape. I would like pipe dope, but
don't use that often enough to entertain buying it. It always ends up
mostly unused and dried up.
Dreamed a few things last night. In one, I had to connect a bunch of
fittings and extensions, of pipe, angled and straight, to get water to drip
out at an exact location. Since the fittings weren't able to be snugged
well enough, as all I could use was my hands to tighten, much of the water
sprayed out.
The thing is, that was part of the plan. Those pressurized leaks were
meant to water plants, from time to time, on either side. What the
water's final outlet was intended to do, I can't remember. Perhaps it
literally had no purpose, and not much water made it to that outlet. Or,
maybe it was to slowly fill something, while it watered the herbs around the
contraption.
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Then I dreamed of Sam, again. I miss that twerp. She was happy,
healthy, and glad to see me. But... just for moments. Silly
girl. I always cry. I keep thinking I am over things, then she
shows up and... I remember, again. I thought I was immune to death, was
for a while? No more, it seems.
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The final dream was of one of my past women. Not as harsh, for she yet
lives... so far as I know. And, yet, I miss her sorely. When you
not only entertain a women, but enjoy her, her company, holding her, loving
her, that... will never change. Parting ways only because she wouldn't
marry. And, to a degree, at our ages, I get that. But, having come
to faith, I had to reject that.
She was a dear cost for truth in faith, but I didn't have a lot of options,
and she just wouldn't go there. I simply can't be with a woman out of
wedlock ever again. Though I think part of her problem was that she
feared she wouldn't be able to get her SS retirement, if we were
married. Which, at this point, wouldn't matter. At this point, she
could. She wanted to make sure she had her own income. Oh well.
Still, I do miss her. But that boat has sailed. I gave her a few
chances. She was interested in sex, not in more. So... we went our
ways. She visited me twice, out here. But she wasn't... going to
change, at all.
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Wonderful and terrible dreams. The pipe fittings were in the form of a
tornado, looking down from the top. As the Dine see it, only of
metal. As I used to dream it. Though not moving this time.
If... from working on it, and looking it over, I got dizzy and it seemed to
move, from time to time. What I had, what I lost. What remains of
those things.
I wanted to sleep longer, just couldn't. Too warm. It was only 55
up there, but I had to kick out of the blankets.
Awake and thinking. Will get water going, for this and that, before
long. Then turn it off and open the lines for work in a bit. Sure
is a bright night out there. A bit more snow came down. It is 30,
but doesn't seem frozen, for the moment. Not all that good, for it may
create a sheet of ice under all.
Well... on to looking around, maybe gaming a bit, then the various water
works. Later.
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