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It's not fancy. It doesn't fill all that well. But... it's... something. I may heat the rest of the steak in a bit, slice that, and have that on lettuce. Almost out. Which is fine. I have tried to buy two batches at once, but the first batch can go a bit wonky (not this time) before even getting to the second batch. So, no. I'd rather go without than to try to munch my way through terrible old bad lettuce/salad.
I must admit, salad lasted well this time. If, too, I have been munching it well, often, in volume. No waste this time.
The tuna packs I got aren't... what I remember? But, that's probably a good thing. What we ate, in the past, was probably very questionable. So, for it to be like what I grew up eating, is probably not a good thing. It is, however, if you have ever eaten good tuna steaks? A good food. Something... about it.
It's like remembering the chocolate bars I ate growing up, or even what is available today. Poor quality chocolate, with fillers... probably toxic or pretty much toxic. Comparing that to the 78% dark chocolate? The... sweetness isn't there, but the quality is. It takes time to get used to that. And I won't say I am there. Though, then next time I get dark chocolate, it will probably be closer to the 85 to 95 percent dark. Still not... used to it. It isn't my absolute favorite. But it is... something something from back when, but in a form that is... better for me.
Who knew I would grow up to be my own parent? If not me, who then? So many Americans have decided to live like kids. Eat what they want, when they want, as much as they want. Don't know, don't care, my brother pretty much said. Oh, I get it. I do. I did that for a lot of years. And, actually, have my last woman to thank for bringing me around. Though... I'm not sure she is a believer. For her, it was more about control? Dunno, but I do thank her. Took a while, but... yeah.
I wonder how that wonderful, silly, serious, harsh, sweet woman is doing? I do pray for her, and think of her... from time to time. Sinfully, and in a saintly way. I enjoyed her company, in both the platonic and else, but thoughtfully, kindly, and as generously as I was able. Cruel, I was, but kind too. I was many things, perhaps all things, to her. She was... just a woman. If that is quite a bit too. Hmm... fond memories.
Laundry is finally finishing. It took longer to dry. Big towels, whites in general, even on the 'incinerate' setting, takes a long time, several rounds. But, the last load is in the dryer, the rest have been sorted. Towels, sheets, and pillow covers and cases folded, with the towels put away. Not... bad.
I'll finish the whites, sorting, folding, yet today. But I won't take things upstairs until later. But won't fuss with those today. Tomorrow, I will... see what I can do. Finding places for shirts, setting up the hanging wrack? If I can find, or make, a place. And bring things down for more washing. Plus, looking for the garment bags... for shirts, and jackets. Ugh.
Gaming is going on. Coffee was good. Another? Maybe, but not too soon. Or maybe not at all. Water is enough. I cleaned the litter boxes, and boy did they need it. I... fell behind. But it's all fresh. I'll try to keep up on that. Changed water, which I haven't been doing well with, if not so poorly as the litter boxes. Ugh.
On to gaming, for a bit. A few ounces of macadamia nuts. And... the dryer will have to be reset at least once, perhaps twice, before those things are done. Though, maybe just once. Mostly lighter towels and and washcloths, no big towels, or even medium towels, in this lot. Could be much quicker.
Good morning, day for you easterner types.
While "Ooot and Aboot" this morning, I ran across one of my "tests" from the other day. Thought it was him, couple years ago I gave him a 20$ or two, He had a ratty pickup white latex paint applied with a roller, "healthy" pit/ Australian shepherd looking thing, for sale sign on truck. Now a couple years later still with the dog no truck, shopping cart & blankets. Recognized his dog before I did him (not the dog in traffic that was unrelated to this guy). Coming out of Auto Zone I stopped and gave him a 50$, We exchanged niceties, and he "God blessed" me. As I got in my truck, his head was down and he was talking, to himself? to the dog?... No, to... God... He crossed himself, looked up and blessed me and my family. I got out of my truck, as I walked up I could tell he was choked up "You don't realize how much this will help"... I gave him another 50$, him thanking me more. He had a Vet sign (still written too small even from 6 ft away.) Correct looking "tats" for a vet, bandaged left shin (wearing shorts) home/ street made by the looks. Of an age, we could have served together...
ReplyDeleteContinued with my errands, last stop was a place to get decent chicken strips for my "Pack". Bastards upsold me again for potato wedges and "honey" covered cornbread biscuits (I make them "sell" it) though, they reward with a little sumtin' extra (strips wedges) I'll sample a wedge or two but they're always juuuust a bit underdone, dogfood. Not real honey on "cornbread", dogfood. That being said, as I drove back by Auto Zone I pulled in and gave "the Guy" some biscuits and strips. Told him I was going to share with my dogs and decided to share with him and his dog too.
"I'd love to change the world, but I don't know what to do."
Not sure how much you make, but... a pair of fifties would see me pretty short for the month. Not broke, but... I'd be... figuring some things out. Then again, maybe you are no better.
ReplyDeleteThough, too? It's not about money. It is, and it isn't. When the folk finished helping me with my phone, not even getting commission, I handed out money. They spent a lot of time, and trouble, getting me back into a phone. Wasn't their problem, that verizon pushes every sale angle, shoving it at people. It wasn't much, but it was something...
By the look on their faces, they... appreciated. Life is tight, everywhere.
I don't know, the military is hard on people. Breaks some of them. And tries to avoid paying anything. A few get lucky, many just get to go pound sand, while .gov floods the nation with invaders, on taxpayers' nickels. Yeah... not happy.
I worked some overtime last month, I gave less than I make in an hour on OT. For that I sometimes feel guilty. Thought about more food for him and the dog. Dog is on the heavy side so he's definitely feeding the dog. Aannnd to possibly offer to care for his dog if he needed a hospital stay. Tough for homeless with pets to get hospital care. Will ponder.
ReplyDeleteYeah, someone(sssss) getting my "Fair share" How "bout you give me the addresses of all the single moms out there I'm paying for, and let me take it out in trade, work it baby! You worked it to be a wellfare momma...now work for the "Freebees" by doing what you did to get in this situation, suck and Phuq dick... Fair Trade.
ReplyDeleteThe only ones they let be state baby mommas you wouldn't want, these days. How many of them have aides, drug addictions, and such? Wouldn't touch most of that with your pole. Just cut them off.
ReplyDeleteThe only ones who should be allowed that are not who is getting it. And, yes, it's better to have certain ones be slut mommas than others. And better them, than none. Men can't afford mothers anymore.
Either fire women, pretty much all of them. And allow men to make enough money to afford wives, or turn it over to the hordes being brought in. Simple choices.