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And, yes, I am just waking up. But I didn't get to sleep until right at 03:00. Plus, I was up at 07:00 to close windows before the heat of the day hit. And, actually, I was up a spit before 10:00, as I had time to use the facilities if merely for the simple, and get the ducks fed and started their water. Time to shut that off, actually.
Done! I wish it was as fast and easy to do things as it seems while writing a blog. I'd be done all the time!
Oh, another of my hens has hatched ducklings. But, just a pair. And one may already be gone. I am not sure her remaining one will last either. She isn't... favored... by the group. She is the all black one, and they really don't like her. She had some of the prettiest chicks so far.
Then again, I might say that about all the new sets. You know how proud grandpas can be. There were a golden yellow, front and back, with a saddle stripe of black down their middle, from the fold of their not-quite but becoming wings to right before their tale. And these were the fattest chicks so far. One got stuck in the fencing, as with a neighbor who had to free one. So I freed it, having to just take a charging attack by the mom. Fluffiest little buggers! They... really can attack, don't think it's a joke.
Oh, and this morning, just before deciding to get up to close the windows for the day, the curtain was opened, just a crack, by a freak off blowing of the fan. It opened just a crack, and I saw the sun for a flash. I, of course, as is my want, immediately got a bloody nose. A gusher. Had to act fast. Still spilled some.
Then I dreamed, after going back to bed. Our team had gone into a village. I am sure it was Vietnam, so wasn't actually me. Anyway. We got in a firefight. We won, basically. But we had gotten the attention of a larger actual combat unit. They were spread out, so arrived in squad sized units.
We were forced to retreat, though there was no good call to stay either. So, we were doing block group withdrawal. Several men would plant, some or more would retreat while firing... The planted men offering precision shots, more precise, the withdrawing men would offer covering fire.
In this case, no use using several firearms each to confuse the enemy. The loss of what precision was possible was a lessor thing, the main thing being they could see us, as we were out in the open. Part of that tactic was to make them think there were more of us than there was. No dice, so greater precision was sought.
Back we went. We were losing people left and right. Attempts to help pull people out just lead to more casualties. So, back we went. We were successfully taking out the small units as they arrived, but they kept coming. Finally it was just two of us. My remaining partner was down to a sidearm, either a .357 or .44 magnum... not sure the .44 was in action at that time? If it was, that is what it was. He was, however, down to a single round. I had an m-16, but was down to a mag and a half or so.
We were about 75 yards out, in a rice paddy. We had just finished the last unit, luckily they must have had incendiaries, of some sort, and maybe a flamethrower? Something went up, and it spread like wildfire, or we wouldn't have made it. One of their guys kept charging at us, on fire, but his will just couldn't beat death by flames.
We tucked low, and started crawling out. As other units showed up, they seemed little interested in fighting more, so just spread out in the village, or began checking the dead and wounded. I think we made it out from there. Damn, though, that place was hot and humid. And muddy. And the mud stank, and bugs.
Good thing too. I couldn't have committed suicide. And might well have been captured. Though we heard they didn't take soldiers as prisoners, so we might well have been shot. Though, maybe, not before torture. The guy with the pistol said he could and would shoot himself. I just told him I couldn't, but if a mate saw to it, that wouldn't be on me. He winked. With and at, with and at...
Was glad to wake from that one, if more because of the heat and humidity than the fighting. That's just how that goes, but the heat and humidity, even in just a dream...
Today? Japanese. I believe I will go to review mode. Try to hit as many hiragana as possible, if not all, in review. Writing two rows of each, while pronouncing them. As well, with the flashcards, I may begin doing memorization drills. Keep that in my front shirt pocket, and pull it out and use it from time to time. I need to get stickers to add to ones I miss, so as to focus on those. I am at about, from my first use of those, 30 to 40 percent recall. Though that will bounce around a great deal over time, as I just started drilling.
Tomorrow I will begin the alternate and exceptional pronunciations. I think there are about one and a half as many of the variances as the simple characters, give or take. But, having the standard characters down will make learning this much quicker. All this week? Maybe.
I do wonder how much past memory I should go. I know, in college, they absolutely shove you past your ability to remember. Is it that they don't want you to consciously remember? Are they trying to get you to learn in a different way? Is this how they add subliminal messaging, or push you past what you know to be right, true, good, beautiful?
There may be a method to that madness, if too, costs. In a classroom, I would be doing the kanas, learning phrases, learning culture (according to academia), probably even learning kanji as well, and as many characters, in each form, as I am learning just of hiragana currently. I have never liked the pacing of formal education. Or the flow, direction, or volume. I am betting money my method will not only end up being faster, but better. I... sometimes think they don't teach so that people will learn. They almost try to force us not to learn? Maybe even try to get us to hate what we are learning, and learning itself? Most don't care, which doesn't help.
I may do more work with the slide rule. Oh, it doesn't have two ones after all. It seemed like it, but on closer inspection, one of the 1's is enough smaller to be a subset. Just, in the panic of it all, it looked like they were the same size. I have figured out how to get numbers from the left side. But when that goes over, getting numbers from the right side isn't yet making sense.
Why learn a slide rule? Life comes at you fast. Just how long will batteries be available, or chips for calculators? And, they are making calculators with "rechargeable" batteries, meaning they will be an automatic brick in between two and six years. They are building the future to fail. So, yes, slide rule. Not even really for me. So that I can teach another how to use it, possibly. If I can learn it, that is. Ugh.
Later.