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What all did I do, now? I gave the cast iron pots and pans a first wash. Bleh. That was nasty water. Not down the drain, directly, into the toilet. Scrubbed them out, a bit. But didn't want to mess too much, with it still being that... gnarly. Even so, a good start on those. It'll... take a while.
The first load of whites was pulled, sorted, folded, and the sheets put away. Oh, right, there were some white t's. I need to get those hung up. I don't worry about some stains, on undershirts. At least not where I usually get them, on the belly. But many of the other shirts, as I go through things, are being checked. If they have the bear-man food stains, into the garbage they go.
I brought down some of the "drawers", for the wire-cage square shelving. Fits perfectly. In one I have a set of bedding. Though, in time, bedding will be taken upstairs. While all clothes will be brought down here. Or mostly. Might keep pj's and such up there. Some underwear and socks, for a fast change if I am not showering that day. And... just... in case... of anything. Good to have clothes here and there? I think so. The other "drawer" is the beginning of underwear and socks. I'll have to add more drawers. But I have what is left of a box of them down here, so won't have a problem getting those things arranged.
As well, I unloaded the dishwasher dishes. Not even sure when they finished. Not a lot, but... all put up. Or... in the odd places I am having to put things while I temporarily shift the kitchen, clean, and such. But, that takes care of all the dishes, currently, to go through the dishwasher. Anything else, in the near future, will have to be generated through cooking and plates and such being used.
The last load of laundry is drying. Mostly more bedding, and one of my bath sheets. Those things are about as long as I am tall, and between three and four feet wide, plus? Are that extra thick Turkish cotton, they use in some exclusive spas. Now, this weighs too much for some people to even use. And wet? You could drown someone in a pool with this thing. Fits me though. I finally have a single towel that will get me dry, bean to bung to toes. *snap*
As well, I made beef, bean, and tomato soft shell tacos, using "keto" tortillas... with 19 carbs, 17 fiber. Will elevate, the beans will see to that. But how much? Should try the tortillas with just butter, sometime. See if that really works. Was good, enough. Keto stuff isn't at all like the traditional. It sort of has (these) the taste down, and to a degree the texture. What is missing is that carb loadout. That little high, rush, you get when eating rice, bread, pasta, or sometimes beans.
Come to think of it, I didn't get that with the beans? I used two cans, in with probably three to four pounds of burger? Though, next time, I'll have the beans. Just enough to get a taste, without overdoing things. Live, learn, practice, see where you can fudge, how far you can mulligan, etc. Life is about tradeoffs, but taking care as possible, and such. It's not about a spotless life. That... just isn't possible. Do my best, though. Would rather be the most boring saint than the most fun sinner. Can you be a fun saint? I think so. Many don't. Even so, I'm not good at it. Do... as I may. God willing. It isn't my will, but I have surrendered to His. Amen.
So, dishes, laundry, no more straightening. I am pretty tired. A bit of a headache. Would like to get the laundry finished. Should put the food up. I only used half to a third of the burger, actually, in the taco stuff. The lettuce was... just about to liquify. Caught it before it made a mess. The rest, in a day or two, will be used in a "keto" spaghetti, or rice, dish. Hot, as well. I love heat to my food.
Would love to shower, but the cast is in the way. Would like to hit the kitchen table, but just don't have it in me. Trying to get going on laundry. Will have to save what I can to finish that. Then... on to bed. In a clean, freshly made, bed. Very nice.
Oh, did some sorting upstairs, while I was looking for the spritzer bottles. Not a full measure thing. Separating empty boxes, organizing some things up there, figuring what is up there, again. It's been a while since I've been in some areas. Very good. I am pleased with what is happening.
Tomorrow? Or... really... later tonight? Finish the cast iron, get a dishpan full of hot soapy water and clean the counters, stovetop, and sinks. Clean the kitchen table further, or all the way, down. Clean the computer desk. Bring boxes down and from anywhere they might be, then break those down. I'm leaving it sort of light. I have been working hard. I shouldn't push too very much.
If I can wake in time, I'll make some medical calls. If not, I'll try to get to it tomorrow. Dying? Maybe. But pushing, because I can? No... something is driving me to work. Not the idea of death, the hope of more life, even yet. But... something released me, to act. The pent up drive from decades of being crippled has found a release, and is acting on me. IT might kill me! But I would die happy. I do like to work.
It is wonderful to be figuring my home out, having a clean and right bed, setting up clothes for easy access, having dishes done, sorting the kitchen out, making kefir again (up to a full half gallon and a quarter of another in the fridge, plus the three fermenting jars). Keeping up on r.o. water. Nice. Really wish I could have taken a shower, but I did get one yesterday. So... it's okay. Something about sleeping in fresh linens, for the first night, after a shower that is... super.
Well... I'll look around the web, until laundry is done. Oh, but I'll get those tshirts in and hung. Just two, I think? Three. Then I'll have a carbonated water and see what the world suggests it is up to. Later, though most likely good night.
Just checking in. Chilled to shivering this morning, not sure why.
ReplyDeleteYour "cleaning/ trashing" adventures almost inspire me to straighten up my "man cave/ computer room" (desperately needs it).
Texted my cousin, told her I was going to spend a day fishing with a cane pole on the bank of the river flowing past our Grandmother's place. She asked when? and mentioned bluegills... I've never pulled a bluegill out of that river, Bullheads and Carp (crawdads too), not saying they aren't there. Man, the number of rocks I threw into that stretch of water. One year in the 70's early 80's? that river went dry and I saw a mess of "minnows" some were bluegills, others, others.
rambling.
Yeah. It's good to get things in order. You have no idea how bad my place is. Does your wife keep the place up, basically? Not a thing for men. Like dwarves being wasted on marathons, men are wasted on... domestics. Still, giving it a go. My last keep things sokay. But I never knew, until she wasn't there.
ReplyDeleteBullheads? We ate those as kids. Fishing for them, and eating them, for a large family? We had... seven, kids, in that one. Nine people with the parents. Deep fried, they were good enough.
Not many bluegills in Iowa, either, anywhere I fished. I think most other species crowd them out. Not quite to extinction, though maybe DNR just repopulates them, from time to time, more as food for the other fish? Dunno.
The rambling blues. It's the only blues I know, save for the bad blues, or is that good blues, if it's bad enough?
Is your grandmother's place still in the family? Or you just know the area so go for visits? My grandmother died nine years before I was born. Would have liked to have met her. Bet she was meaner than even my mom, and would have been on MY side! :p
There place was long gone. But my mother did show me where the place had been. Everything in my life was one form of ghost, or another.
She left the property to a neighbor I played with as a kid, He'd been looking after her and the place for awhile. Sure I'd still have access to the house "to visit". The "creek" is just across the old railroad right of way from "Her" house. Think I only ever caught Bluegills in northern Minnesota. Here they use them (illegally) to catch catfish. Frozen mackerel work pretty good, and it's legal.
ReplyDeleteNaw I'll buy my overpriced out of state license, buy a cheap pole some hooks and a couple dozen nightcrawlers. Sunscreen... and a lawn chair.
Some say, much of fishing isn't at all about the fish. Sort of like women to men, and men to women. We think it's about us, or them, but it's... really not. Though, sometimes... a fish is just that? :p
ReplyDeleteOh, but... good fishing! Enjoy. May your catches be large, and plentiful.