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Just a more difficult morning. The toe knuckle has swollen more than it was. And it... was pretty swollen. I stopped wearing shoes for a few days, because that was... starting to hurt. Back to it, pain and all, today. Shortly. Hey, pain... is sometimes the only way through. Though, too, it is good to take a break from pain. Not even I am an absolute pain loving monster. I... will endure it, as needed, as possible. But, as well, don't expect me not to complain. It... will happen. If not every time, or every day, or every way.
I've been a bit grumpy lately. Which happens. I'll try to set the dark mood aside, endure the pains and aches more subtly, and find a better way to live. Politics is over, for a while. No reason to chase a tail that has been managed, one way or another. Either it will get better, it won't, or it will get worse. Not much I can do about it. I'll pray, for the leaders, doers, decision makers. But I... have been, always do. Nothing changes, no matter which "party" is "in charge". Bleh. See, but that is probably as nice as I get about such topics. Take it or leave it.
It was 31 out this morning, if I didn't mention it. Oh, wait, it was 23 out there. It is now 25. Little bits of frozen snow, or water droplets, crystals, dot the driveway, and frost is on much. Cloudy, can just see mountains, sometimes, some of them. Look frosted too, if of course it is just the first layer of winter snow.
A beautiful day. If the beginning of deadly weather. Heat can kill you, the cold is quicker. So alluring, though. Like... a frosting covered death trap. Though, death itself, can be quite alluring? There are times when it may seem better. But, that is a God thing. The young don't realize how innocent they are. Still, would rather not lose the young. They are the hope, if a futile one? Or some such. But these things aren't in our hands, probably thankfully? I think so.
Dreams. Wanting to fly, but just can't, won't. I love flying in my dreams, even in the sea. Though, to be honest, the sea frightens me. Which... is why I was drawn to it. Submarine duty... was a dance in the dark depths. I so enjoyed it, even after the near sinking. Something about it, being out there. Making it through a near disaster. To be on a plaque, is something. To be alive, and remembering, is better.
One might almost think I have a split mind, regarding life, and death. And... I do!
Hungry. Just not sure, again, that I can get to much. Wait... canned salmon arrived. It's pricey, so I didn't get a lot. I have lettuce, and salad dressing made up. Yes, I could do that. Would like to taste that salmon. Just a can a month. That, tuna, anchovies, sardines, and canned chicken, provide easy fast proteins. To supplement, but not come close to replacing, meats as my regular. If... I can get to thawing and cooking. Bah.
The nice thing about canned is... it's instantly ready. And, yes, you can add sardines to hot foods. For years I really didn't think that would work. But, as mentioned, good sardines are similar in flavor to tuna. Same with anchovies, that aren't excessively salted, and canned in water. These anchovies are more like sardines, similar in size, too. I... didn't know!
Oh, another reason not to buy things packed in olive oil though? Even if you could trust that it was extra virgin (which... you can't)? Olive oil becomes slightly rancid over time. Open a four year old can of tuna, packed in "evoo", and you will... notice. Compared to a fresh can. I have doubts about eating it, but... have. Not dead, from that. But... wouldn't serve it to family, friends, or even enemies. I'm just... different. Still, not preferable. While the old tuna and else, canned in just water? Was fine. Not sure how long they really last. That is why we have a sniffer, and taste buds. These things will warn us off, if a food is too bad, too off.
If you are going to eat it fresh, and you don't mind probably being lied to about evoo being pure and actually added? Go for it. If it might end up sitting on a shelf for a few years, forgotten? Don't.
I am also shopping a few other veggies. Green beans and diced stewed tomatoes. Some are okay. Was comparing brands. Why would they put sunflower oil in tomatoes!?! Wow, no. And warn that it might contain soy? No, some brands must automatically be dismissed. This claimed to be an organic product. Had to laugh.
I might be being lied to, by manufacturers, producers, and that allowed by the government, but I do my best to avoid certain things. Seed oils are as bad as cigarettes, in small doses. If I wanted to do something unhealthy, I'd smoke, or chew, not eat trash "oils". Even good oils and fats can be destroyed at higher heats, either by the plant, or at home on the stove. Deep fried truly is bad. Deep frying in oil used more than once? Very, very, very bad. But, you can't tell some people anything. I know, I used to be one of them! :p
Well, I think I'll make a call, see if I can get something set up. Not sure about else today. Nauseous. Can't walk almost at all. Headache, bones ache all over, muscles are sore for no good reason. But... it's pretty out there. I am pleased to be here. I'll say a prayer for gratitude. Thanksgiving is every day, if you... can stop and think about it. It's not about what you don't have, it's about what you do have. And... thankfully, we don't get everything we might think we might want. Those folk who do are hellbound so fast, hellbent so hard, and determined to keep what they think they have obtained, you wouldn't want to be in that boat, or yacht, or race car, or on the back of the hellhorse. It isn't God who throws them down, it is their dark lord who does that, if at their insistence? Sort of.
Well... on to a grateful day, some prayers, and a salmon salad. Hopeful that will will manage nausea. Or push it on out. Have a great day. And stay warm.
Slept the clock around again. Down after sunset, feet hit the floor at 0800. Brat gone to the office (twice a week, other days home office), I got a couple quick errands done. (forgot to get Cabbage) Back now, not going out again, too much sun, and people... wandering around, getting in the way, driving without a clue. It's no small wonder that I work nights and weekends 12 hrs and 5 days out of sync with the majority of other Hooumaanns.
ReplyDeleteSlice of life from yesterday morning:
Small ignored upscale village, with a cheap gas station (70-90cents less). Because of the roads and traffic flow you can only pull through in one direction. Pulled up behind a dude filling up and went in to put 80$ on #6, came out and dude was gone. Empty pump in front of me I'm pre paid so can't move forward. BMW behind me asks how big my tank was "32gal" I'm not happy (basically I'm blocking 2 pumps with my pre-paid one way traffic situation) line forms while I'm fighting the hose (fill cap on opposite side of truck) I now realize I'm "that guy" no one behind me saw dude in front of me, I'm the asshole through no fault of my own. Pumping away, feeling the scorn from the other drivers. Then some typical green Subaru with "pride rainbow stickers" in rear window saves most of my shame by whipping around backing in the out lane and a older hippie chick in a green "pussy" hat goes in to pay (10 cents less for cash) I finish up about this time, but I'm effectively blocked in by "It" more cars behind me (BMW guy got another lane). I get out, "It" stinkeyes me glaringly. I look at the clearances, I squeak by. Almost made my morning to inconvenience "that kind of person" Sure "It" has the other side of the story.
Who cares. I know, They telegraph and deceive, lying to the "cruel" world that doesn't fit their wants. ranting, will quit.
On the good side? I think more and more people are deciding to have nothing to do with them, their leftism, communism, socialism, or emotionalism. It's not just us. And I am supposed to be one of them, by name, birth, and oddities. And I refuse. I'm on the side of reason, truth, beauty, religion, and not governmentism... but a true nationalism. I am for this country, and the people who should be here, deserve to be here.
ReplyDeleteThings are changing. They weren't even allowed the steal, even Pennsylvania is checking it's leftists? Crazy. Though we'll see if they fix the ongoing count, or just let it happen and cry about it.
The world is changing. If Trump does half of what he suggests, without worsening the other half (halves?), I may vote again, next time. Or not. :p
Good story though. Hey, don't worry about it. You know you were legit, and shit happens. Just don't go worrying, or crying, about it. All I'm saying. I never have heartburn about such things. Besides, I try to be patient when I'm the guy waiting for the guy stuck being "that guy". I know I'll get my turn in time. I'll even offer a chuckle, rather than a scowl. Let him, or her, know it's good. People who don't are the real jerks.
As anti-social as I am, I get little boosts of pleasure from being pleasant, dropping a kind phrase, giving way or deferring to those who are "hurried", just trying to make someone's day a tiny bit easier, polite nod, wink, hold the door open, etc. It just bothers me when I know I'm mucking up someone's few minutes(won't say whole day). I don't want to be a burden (however slight) on ANYONE, strangers especially.
ReplyDeleteStrange how I don't tolerate most people, I still want to... I don't know, make their day a tiny bit better, certainly don't want to "discomfort" them. I may come off as an ass, but that's their projection on me, rather than anything I intend. Ignore me, leave me alone, I'm "moderately neato", by myself, I don't need anyone's approval or scorn.
I Am.
We could be kin. I don't hate people, I just don't like people. But, too, like a squirrel, cat, or bear. I really don't want to bother it, or people. Life is already hard.
ReplyDeleteThough, I have to admit. One of the things God asked of me, when I lost... and I did lose to Him? Was that I love His children. Which... I acquiesced in this regard. He did ask me to love them. He didn't say ANYTHING about liking them. :p Working on that, to a degree.
He won, fair and square. So be it.
Love not like, profound, I must contemplate... I understand Respect not like... the Love part I'm ... not fighting, just trying to understand.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I want to meet you in real life. But, it could be on my list. As for one of His children... It's up to Him if I make the list, I can only try.
Both Bane and Michael feared meeting me. One had been in a knife fight, against seven. The other was a world traveler. Both were writers. Funny thing though, I'd be an easy kill... sort of. I'm a sucker. I trust, at your word.
ReplyDeleteI'm no where near as fearful as some seem to think. But... not my problem. :p I mean, if your goal is to slaughter me with an axe, for your own sake, I recommend we not meet. Otherwise? I have an absolute obligation to live my life, even in pain, in misery, or in joy. But, I have more of an obligation to preserve the lives around me. My life is expendable to that end. Not... exactly a risk to meet. Unless... you are an axe murder. I'm very good with socio and psychopaths. Truly. :) Strange, but the certified I have met? Did fear me. Opposites attract? Or... some near semblance?
I am absolute, in some ways, on some things. I suppose that is it?
What I expected, and yes, I'd use an axe, in close quarters. My God, I can lay my hands on at least a dozen knife blades, 4 Axes, 2 Machetes and a .357 without leaving my chair. However... you are safe with me. Or am I with you? I believe we could co-exsist.
ReplyDeleteI need more ammo and ... spears... no reason just want spears. And more ammo.
Heck, just to get up at 0400 hit the donut shop (cream cheese stuffed maple bars...heaven!) then out duck hunting, and Pheasants in the afternoon.
"Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good ol' days"
They will never know.
I only have one spear, but she's a doozy. More like a four headed pike, or a very large hunting arrowhead, on a stick. Won't recover well from that one. Though she's a one use only, mostly, if she could gut a boar in the right hands, or allowing the boar to charge it, braced well. Or even a horse, though it doesn't natively have the length for a horse. I could improvise.
ReplyDeleteEveryone needs more ammo, even if they don't know it, and don't have guns.
I'll go without the donuts. But I do remember when that seemed ideal? No, I always knew it was a bad idea. But, so were many women I was with. Not. the. point. :p Or, wasn't.
My axes are felling or better, and European. While I think of Euro's, mostly, these days, as pansies... they make excellent axes, or used to. Expensive, but fine tools. At least, when they made them there, not in China. The US used to make fine tools too. When they were made here. I don't have good machetes, just stamped mostly. Couldn't find a brand I really liked, did my best. One is standard, the other has a bird bill, and sits on my book shelf just here.
I'm never ready. Because I am always ready? Is that what you are saying? *grins*