Well?

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Still working at things.  Hoping to make sure the first load is dry.  The fold that.  Checking on what is air drying while at it.  I did get a basket of things to take upstairs for now.  Some are blankets, which are still fresh, where folded a while back.  Would like to get them in those airtight bags.  Hmm, though really, some of those things should just be folded with the others.  Or... before.  Those won't be done for a bit.

I did get the bigger dirty dishes washed.  Some larger copper bowls, for egg work.  I'll... need to buy lemons, and use lemon and salt to shine them.  Neglected, for as expensive as they are.  Really keeping at things.  As well, changed two of the fermenting jars, soaked and washed those once.  Doing them one more time.  Then into the dishwasher they go.

Some one... said something.

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I wasn't sure I wanted to go with them, with that.

But... fine.

In digging.

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I found my sous vide equipment.  Never did use it.  Thinking about it.  My only real problem?  I am not sure, at what temperature, plastic begins infusing the food.  Yes, it's... a concern.  Does it infuse food at any temperature?  Is it a time thing?  I just don't know.  But, yes, I do think about it.  With the dishwasher, I may go completely glass, for fridge containers and else.  Washing those things, to now, was simply too much.

Though, while pondering, and considering doing research regarding plastics, what is safer (honestly, if maybe they don't know or would simply lie), various notions about this and that, I found a video about how to optimize the use of the system.  And... an older video about why not.  Just... to add a few other opinions.

Almost certain she still watches.

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And she... knows where, and what, I have written about her.

It seems she wasn't too upset, about my remembrance.

The patterns.

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It isn't all about me.  Had to ponder this one.  I figured it was to be about me.  In a way, it is.  In a way, it isn't.  The women I have known.  The youngest of them?  Has aged out of viability.  The oldest, last I knew, was still alive.  Women really don't age well, at all.  They start out as on top of the world as they can get.  Men start out as dogs, and generally get better.  Even if terminally ill, if unable to die.

Oh, yes.  Was someone saying something with this?  Is one of them dead, or dying?  I don't know.  Or... is it just a thought, from out there?  I can't say.  Just that it caught me off, I looked, and I saw.

Someone...

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Saying something?

Certainly saw something.

Patterns. Part II

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I... thought.

Ended up here.

Patterns.

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I saw it.  In pieces, bits, parts, over a short time?

I enjoyed, immensely.  Hmm?  Oh, here.

Absolutely crashing.

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Cool?  Not really.  It is, or was, at least 47 out there.  Warm, if it doesn't feel it.  Dark, most of the day.  There was sunlight, from time to time.  But, mostly, it was cloudy out there.  That is part of it.

Dishes were put up.  Clean as a whistle, even the glass.  Very nice.  Which means I may attempt to restart with kefir.  I need something else to eat, and kefir is an excellent food.  It's just... it takes three quart jars and three half gallon jars, and frequent changes (say monthly), of some or all of those.

Alpha?

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Sigma.  Contest?

Laughed, I did.

Rough.

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I did get the miter saw back on the stand, after getting the under parts tightened.  Then tightening the connections from the saw to that.  Tight enough that I can wheel it around without it falling off.  That was harsh.  I kept looking for the handles, hoping I would find them somewhere.  Nope, they really just aren't here.  I did put the stopper bar in, and angled it sideways, so the weight, center of mass, were more balanced.

Then on to watching a movie.  The new Nosferatu.  I like the new television, and soundbar.  It is good to be able to hear the voices, even on a lower volume.  But it sure booms.  The bass, rear speakers, and the bar, plus the tv since they are the same brand so it adds in the televisions speakers to it really is surround.

Someone seems to... see... remember.

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It was definitely her.  The first one I saw from over there.  She terrified me so deeply I forgot her.  I was busy dying myself, as well.  So, it was more complicated than... just that.  Death frightened me, not just hers, mine too.  Plus... all else involved.  I ran from her, and her memory, as far as I could.  It... wasn't far enough.

Yes, someone knows what I discus.  Did they know she was the first?

Good.

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Cat fed.  Test strips found, but then got caught up in straightening and cleaning.  So... now a break.  I'll get the saw and base together shortly.  Was looking for the knee pads, as wrestling with the saw takes a lot of work on the knees.  Even though I have lost a lot of weight, my knees are still a weak point.  I'm pretty sure where they are, will get them while resting.  Or try.

Set eggs to boiling.  Hoping this batch will be easier to peel.  Either way, fresh boiled eggs are a joy.  Especially really good eggs.  These are eggs you really can't get commercially... truly free range during the day, fed non-soy feed, truly good eggs.  And the colors!  This time there are, the usual, brown in various shades.  But, this time, there are bright blue!  And a few other colors.

Strange thoughts...

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Videos, really.

Patterns emerge.  I watch.

Never sure.

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Someone was... is... saying something.

What it ever absolutely means?  God, only, probably knows.  For even the thinker, often, of mortal means, knows little.  Thinks he does, doesn't.

Dreams, thoughts.

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I still remember this.  Never watched the movie.  Didn't need to?  Or... did I?

Does it matter?

Midnight waking time, again.

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So be it.  Sleep was good.  Waking was easy enough.  Not a bad world, or time.  Well, no pain anyway.  A bit sleepy, weary, even exhausted.  I can't play games all that long.  I just... burn out after a half hour or so.  Mostly just drifting around the internet, looking for something.

I was glad to see Trump moved the swearing in ceremony to a safer venue.  If... he actually did that.  Difficult to know.  Wiser than I thought, if so.  He really is a showman.  Perhaps having a public ear piercing taught him something, and maybe allowed him to understand that his security wasn't... his.  Oh, they would have cried over the spilled milk, if he had died.  But... either were chosen for their incompetence, or were in on the gig.  Still, indoors.  Good.  And, probably well out of the zone intended.  How many democrats were going to be in attendance?  Jews?  Can I see your hand, friend?  Just... curious.

Had hoped to be awake earlier.

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It just didn't work out.  I was expected to do something, and I failed.  I doubted I could go, but I might have been able to send something.  It just didn't happen.  Alarm clocks be damned.  I didn't even hear them.  Not sure why.  Though that isn't completely unusual.

Just a bit of work.  Very little, tiny bits.  But several.  Resetting water, and containers... one for now anyway, for they r.o. system.  Really, the goal is to have two or three half gallon jugs of the stuff, plus keep the carafe full.  So that making tea, having soup water, or such, is... possible, in multiples even at the same time.  I will say, tea and coffee taste much better with water run through that system.

The questions asked.

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Far easier to answer in my way.  Easier?  I can't say.  Easier for me.

Do they ever understand?  Can they?  If not, they wouldn't understand if told.

Mockery, commiseration, a nod, or else?

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The sense of things.  I... don't know if this is a reaction to my last post, or... something else.  I... don't see you, but I see what you suggest.

By which name do you suggest you know me?