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I woke up around midnight, a bit before? Took a shower. Set up dishes. Reset laundry, and now will go change that around. Brush my teeth a final time then on back to bed.
I made a run to the post. Was something in? It was. So, I got that, and the rest of my mail. Then, being out, went to town for a bit of food. Wasn't sure. There were two places open, I got food.
On back to home. The rain, then snow, and freeze, made everything very crisp out there, in spite of it only being down to ~27 to 28 F. I think the wind, blowing first the rain, then the snow, added extra cold to the process, or took more heat? Believe as you will. But the freeze was... beautiful, and immaculate in some wintery way. Beautiful. And chilling, more than the cold itself. The frostiness of a woman is like no other, especially as a final answer? *smiles*
I'll feed Sassy on my way down.
I have been drinking floral teas, I think I mentioned. I thought about another, but it's too late. Sleep well, work well, wake well, dream well... in any situation. I love day dreams as much as regular dreams these days. It's good to be an old hound, near a warmth, dreaming of rabbits and lady dogs. :p Dinners, too, past, and future. A kind word, a kind deed, offered and accepted. A good life, as I lay dying. Ever so slowly, but inexorably. If... gladly. While death isn't natural, in a world of sin it is a grace. Ask any old dog.
Good night, again.
Managed to stay "mostly" dry. Rain really didn't hit until 0300, wind picking up to "damn, that's some wind" 0700. Outside air temps swinging from high 30's to low 50's. Rounds and a Boiler "mystery" to figure out (hot water system is acting "strange" temps and pressures not making sense) found more questions than answers. It'll take time.
ReplyDeleteTrimming my mustache, somehow managed to "snip" my upper lip, think "bloody paper-cut". Took awhile to stop.
Co-worker brought in Wendy's chili for us, had a couple "stale" burps 6hr later.
Leftovers with the dogs, just now. They're going in and out probably tracking in mud, should throw some old towels down.
"Storm" is lessening, drive home... all other cars, 45,60, or 80. Drive the speed limit please. Snow on the highest elevations.
Disjointed ramblings... later.
Well, good. It isn't the cold that will get you, or me anyway. It's getting cold, while wet, that'll punch the ticket. The older I get, the more that brings me to my knees. But, even when younger and cold tolerant as a bear, that combination crushed me a few times. Can only bull through just so much.
ReplyDeleteSnipping while sleepy. Should be a law... against? I can trim, but use an electric. Shaving? I always lose skin. I use a safety razor. The few times I tried a straight I... looked like I'd been in a face first knife fight, every time. Even that salt stuff wouldn't staunch all that bleeding.
Remember? For the slow bastards, you are the speed demon. To the fast bastards, you are the turtle. I just go with the speed limit unless I can't. Or if I really shouldn't... usually. I drove slowly last night, but was the only vehicle on the road I was on. Hadn't fully awaken. These days, if I have someone burning my bumper, I just pull over and let them pass, then get right up to speed. If they were riding my tail, they best move it along in front of me.
I can be a demon behind the wheel, so have to... try to just back off. And, rather than get too angry (which doesn't even effect the other drivers, usually), only raises my bp? I try to pray and just... distract from the bumper riders (when I can't pull over), or the white hairs (what I call older or slow drivers). So much traffic these days, last night was nice. Reminds me of even my 20's. So many more drivers these days, it's crazy. More retirees? Who are all these extra drivers? Seriously. It used to be a minor morning and evening rush hour, and a lunch rush hour "in town". Now it's twenty four seven (on the more main highways, on up). I swear, twenty years ago, there would be... ten cars by my place other than rush hour. Now? There are cars every two to five minutes... non-stop. I just don't get it. Not that many more people, just a lot more driving.
Such is the story of life. It only fits together in time. The fresh stuff is always... confusing.
Just woke up on part 6 of a u-tub series I started (today) as part 4... time to go to bed. The channel is of a Norwegian "ex- safety instructor" trying to sail solo to Greenland for the fourth time... Great camera work and story. NBJS, (no bullshit just sailing), google it for a modern Viking adventure.
ReplyDeleteI'll just do that, after taking care of some business. It's... those things that I dream of, when I dream of dying. Or... some of the times. Mountaineering, backpacking, spelunking, sailing and the rest. I dream well, of dying. I even do die in my dreams. Often, so that old story about dying if you die in your dreams is not true. Or... for some of us. If I might be a bit... peculiar... well... in even more ways.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the hat tip. I'll look into that one. Oh, and I need to look up Mike Rowe's channel, vids, whatnot. Be well.
Win, lose, or draw, it's about getting to it. And, if you fail, and survive? Getting... back to it. If you succeed? Find something else to kill you. Might even get married! :p
Everest stories grab me. Sorry "tragedies". one that haunts me is the "beauty corpse" How she begged "don't leave me alone..." No words.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if I saw that exact one? But, yes, I run through those from time to time. I don't consider them tragedies though. Even if forty people died, that isn't a tragedy. That is the cost of living on the edge. It... should be called a joy. The Everest Joy. Because those people die, at basically, the prime of their lives, doing something important. If not to the world, to themselves. No tragedy there. You place your bet. In this case, the golden hook is themselves. And... sometimes you lose. Hook, line, and sinker.
ReplyDeleteBut, maybe that is just me. I used to be depressed by that. Then I realized I shouldn't be. I did similar, it just didn't kill me. And I LOVED it. Even if it had killed me. Sometimes I wanted it to kill me, or was sure it would. Even when I was well. I just... wanted... more? To see more? To do more? To see what I could do, and couldn't?
If I could stand long enough to do it, I'd be back into belaying and sich. Climbing. I think... I'll skip parachuting. That... gets rough. My bones are stone, but they are getting old. I wouldn't mind falling to death, I would mind two broken legs, five ribs, an arm, and a severe concussion making fuzzy worse.
Oh, but I have heard about some who begged not to be left, or for help. But it wasn't possible. She may not have understood, but she was asking people to die with her.
I've died, I know how lonely that feels... especially the first time. And... it almost seems like, if people are there, they can... keep you from dying. But they really can't. Not always. I don't even think they brought me back, at least the longest time. So... but I understand the... want, fear, loneliness... of dying. I really wish she had found and made peace with it. Though... women... may be just different. Maybe. Some of them.