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Yes. A bit weary, but all in a good way. Hungry, just not hungry enough to work for it. It's getting later, so I'd best get a shower taken before it gets too late. I need to dry off first, and cool off. Strangely, I am quite warm. Have been for days. With the furnace set to 72, and the heat in this front room off, it is still 72 up here.
And, with wool socks, and the base layer socks, plus shoes on, and efforts through the day, my feet are too hot. I untied them, as I was resting and looking around online. Hoping that would be enough to help them cool. It helped some, but... no... should have taken them off and gotten into something cooler. Will.
Wonderful work today, and the last week really. Laundry, dishes, tool setups, and else. Now to get things ready to load into a dumpster next week. And... getting things ready to be thrown. Sorting, and managing what I am keeping... for now. Making a sawhorse, set of them really. This that and the other things. Probably going to have help next week again. At least for help with the bigger mattresses, if I can't get those out. And, maybe some of what I have to toss. Though, too, to begin in on the en suite. Tearing it down to begin building it back.
And, who knows if I'll have electricians giving me quotes for electrical panel work, update, upgrade of service, and a subpanel in the garage. Well, it's finally starting. Oh... one of the things I found today was a smaller (pancake) air compressor that came with three pneumatic nailers... a 18 gauge and 16 gauge brad nailer, and a crown molding (sp?) stapler. As well as air hose. Trust me, I had been looking at those, both pneumatic (cheaper) and cordless. This was a huge savings. Plus, while I do have a serious air compressor, as big as they get wheeled, that is so big and clunky. I didn't think a pancake compressor would work.
My friend does interior and exterior work, residential mostly though on into commercial, and this is the kit he does. It's small enough for him to just have, while the big compressors are really for busy shops. Live and learn. But, now I have trim and brad nailers, plus the stapler. Nice. And, yes, those were going to be bought, in parts, at times, over time. This really makes some trim work simply doable at speed.
So, yeah. Should be able to get a lot of things done, at some speed. I can't completely depend on others to do it. More to help with things I can't do solo, for lack of skills, strength, or such. And, as much, to line up jobs in an ordered way, then maybe teach me to do trim... and just let me do that when and as I can. I want to do it. Limited. Some days, weeks, I won't be able to do it. But, when I can, I can get some serious work done. Probably only the work of a professional for a day, taking me maybe a week. But that's... more work than many might consider.
I called my mother. She answered. But she was needing to find someone to help her get a whirlpool bath thing going. So she had to go. I was just glad to hear that she is doing better. She had been dog sick there for a bit. Good, she said. And she helped a gal put on makeup today. She had stopped, for a while. Possibly life, at home, had gotten out of hand? But, now, in the nursing home, she... could spend time on self care? Hard to know. My mother spent a lot of years as a beautician, and enjoys these things. So... it was good to hear. Big girls, little girls, old girls, funny girls, sour girls, they... like to be pretty, and do up. So... all good.
Yes, on to a shower. Then drying off and getting to bed. Might watch a show. An old one. Burnt Offerings, 1976. It... was one I didn't get to see? Or saw but forgot, but liked? Or... didn't like? I like the actress, Karen Black. If she is the one I am thinking off. If so, she did a trilogy I really liked. Plus, I had a crush on her. Some women I really liked, most were just okay. Yes, it was her... and trilogy of terror. Anyway... an oldie. Goodie? Will find out. Most likely cheese, most of those from that time were. Still... will see it.
Blood sugar was up to 151 this morning, from pizza. Then 147, because we went out for breakfast while out. But is down to 124 as I get ready to shower and sleep. Yeah, well, okay. Had a better breakfast, though there were potatoes. Work helps lower blood sugar. So... yeah.
I can't believe I'm not crushed, after today alone, but this last week. I have done a good lot of work. Usually even a few days of this would just about bury me. Seem to be doing good. If I would like to get on to bed before too awfully long.
Though, too, I am excited. It really is started. And things have begun. This week, today, and several things set up for the near future. Wow. Moving ahead. One can hope and keep trying. Later.
Well, yesterday I ruined a steak by pickling it. Today I overcooked and oversalted one, I'll call it rare jerky. Wow, can't even taste the pepper. Dogs ' gonna be thirsty.
ReplyDeleteWoke up late (time I'm usually in turnover with swingshift). Legs sore almost "crampy", thought maybe a sodium spike from the pickled meat. Then I started feeling it in my back, once I got to work... Kidneys??
No Dummy, you used your body in "unusual" ways to manhandle that big motor, thankfully I don't have to push around several hundred pounds of metal every morning. This one caught me off-guard, I shouldn't hurt like this, but I do. doing a self assessment, my shoulders and buttox are tender sore too. Was limping prior to coming home. Almost embarrassing.
Sketchy dudes "eyeballing" the ATMs I stopped at (first one out of order) I was definitely not "UP" for a fight, but I was prepared. Uneventful, I might have been the "scary dude" to (what looked to be a couple house painters) because I fix stared when they pulled up, they saw I saw, but they waited till I pulled away before getting out.
The dudes "watching" the ATM's never approached. I need to scout better ATM locations, Got that "vibe" this morning, predator watching, waiting, suppose they figured I wasn't worth it. I'm not...
Brother! You know I understand.
ReplyDeleteI'm sore from this week. And don't care. If I can keep at it, I will. Pains in odd places, from lifting, shifting weight, wrestling trees, and this and that. Still, for me? I'm happy. Unlike you, I don't get to, can't, work often. So, when I get to work, and push, and into hurting, I'm... pleased as punch. Still, I have sympathy for you, as I know you have no choice but to go back in. I can rest, if, as, needed.
Every pain has to be figured out though. Sometimes nothing can be done, sometimes something can be done. Yeah, my bum hurts too. I... pulled something, lifting, pushing, or else. So I'll get the sitting cushion in place.
I hate when I sense predators. They make me hungry for fight, even, perhaps especially, when I am not ready. Hoping for a beautiful death, even now. *rictus grin* But, too, because I hate predators. I just do. At one point, I thought about just hunting them. But... that... I don't think... is right either. Not... sure what to do with that. Though... I... still think about it.
Have a good one, as good as possible. Yeah. I have to eat, something more right. I'll get to a steak today too. Thanks for the reminder. I... might have over salted, was just about to. :p Seriously. Sometimes it just seems like... more salt is gooder! But it's really not. Strange brain virus thing?
The salty thing... its a taste for blood. Not just meat, oyster stew, mushrooms, sour cream, broccoli even cabbage can take on that "blood flavor" with the right addition of salt. Why do we like gravy so much? Salty "bloody" warm liquid. I always salt sour cream just for that flavor.
ReplyDeleteWith predators, I always think about the "little old lady" the 5 foot asian chick, Mom , daughter, they're prey mostly. Bootcamp general orders "Take charge of this post and all government property in view." Thats how I feel in "public" everyone in my view is safe, from harm. Unless they are the problem. I will defend the weak. 6'2", 20 stone, Berzerker with a "shortened lifespan prospect" is not something a mugger wants to deal with. Surprise!
I too have thought of "hunting"... I'm not there yet. Hunting can dangerous, hunting predators IS dangerous.
On the one hand? We are all predators. Driven to it. Various hungers, needs, wants. The blood we lust is very rarely shared freely. And, yet, there is a right way to eat, get our needs met, and a wrong way. And, then, there is the... middle, gray, area.
ReplyDeleteHunting predators is dangerous. So is not hunting them. The reason I don't isn't for their sake, or my health, but for my soul. If you aren't sure? You probably shouldn't. If you are sure, you would already be doing it. Still, as with you... I look for... targets of opportunity. If, too... I realize it isn't (only) for the victim. It's... because I, too, am a predator. *sigh?* *grins*
Yes, not hunting would leave those vulnerable more so. I'll ponder.
DeleteYes, I am a predator, and hunter of same, if forced.
Speaking of pickled meat? There is some that isn't too bad. Have you ever eaten pickled pork hocks? I... just had a snack of such. It's... a bit different, but... no carbs, pretty high proteins by volume, and lower fat. Plus, vinegar helps with blood sugar. I'd love hog's head cheese (which is more or less pickled head cheese, made into a clear jello. But finding that is... impossible, these days. Steak, I agree, doesn't pickle well. Pork hocks, the right ones, does. Backroad Country and Bay View do well. If you are curious, brave? If you can eat raw oyster, your taste buds could date these. :p
ReplyDeletePig's feet... pass... I worked a hog breeding outfit for a time... (no shit my first artificial insemination was 0500, 14 FEB 1996,) yup, Valentines day, I was making piglets. Tried that jarred stuff, couldn't get past the "mouth feel" of the slimy fat. Funny, I actually sometimes miss working with the hogs.
DeleteI'll take eating, even their pickled hocks, than working with them. Even on Valentine's day. :p
ReplyDeleteAs to the mouth feel, that depends on the brand. There are some brands I wouldn't have to but look at than to know better.
Sort of like fast food. If you ate at McDonalds, or many other places, and then found a mom and pop place that actually made food, instead of heating processed "food products", its' similar. Not many good hocks out there.
I stopped trying, after years, thinking the good brands were either gone, or were only commercial (for bars and such). Nope. Still, won't beg you to become another consumer of my treats. But they are expensive... especially the good ones. Though the bad ones can be way overpriced as well, oddly.
I love them. Perfect for carnivore, too. And has the vinegar that helps with blood sugar, and other things. But... a little bit will do. Can overdo quickly.