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The day started late. Then again, I worked from 8:15 to midnight or a little later, to a degree then did not end up in bed until almost 3:00. Now, at some point, I would like the notion that I can do everything I did yesterday as a slightly unusual day and keep on hiking the next day. I might, or at least could, get to that point. Today though, my body and mind simply are not in that kind of shape. I am in better shape than I have ever been off medication, with only one medication ever offering this kind of function. If too, that medicine was hard to take just like the rest. I am nearing that "high" though, and doing it free-range.
As I work to expand my days, handle appointments, work on the house, fill other obligations and duties, climb out of bed earlier and regularly, eat better, and exercise, I can only see that getting better. My main threat is finding life normalizing and seeing me shrink to fit a less demanding life. This is going to be a true test. When appointments are no longer requiring me to go into town, when the paperwork is completed for all and asunder, when everything is moved in and settled, it will be my will, created need (if literal in some theoretical or health sense), and wants which will either drive my wagon, or not.
School was good for this, but I was not ready to attend school and may still not be fit. I need to be more regular in my schedule for a longer period of time. I need to be more fit, physically. And I will need to revisit old course topics and review the material well before I contemplate a return to academics. At this time, I have to prove to myself that I am not just ready but that I am able. Honestly that may never happen. I may simply be unfit for school and am not interested in chasing the rabbit down the hole only to have it disappear again.
I think Church might offer opportunities. One of the things I have been thinking about since living in Iowa is visiting those condemned to die in prison. Here the Pope and I have a slight disagreement. It is not directly over the issue, as I think we concur fully. However, where we disagree is in whether men can (and will be when they should be) kept in prison safely. Prison guards and other inmates are at risk with many of those who are or should be condemned to death. They cannot be warehoused safely at a reasonable cost to the 'state'. Anyway, that has nothing to do with me visiting them. Iowa did not have a death sentence but Utah does. So, that could be an avenue to work. Of course, going to Church and becoming a bit more involved would be a good step all by itself. As would occasional spiritual retreats with men's groups and to the monasteries. There are several here in Utah, when visiting Iowa I would like to visit the one I visited the fist time, and I could travel to many of the monasteries in the U.S. and even abroad perhaps.
Of course, my interest in the outdoors, in hunting, fishing, hiking, and camping could easily be more fully realized here, in neighboring states, and further afield should I meet and make friends with others who like to travel a bit. Horse riding and hunting using this means has been on my mind as well, if the costs are currently prohibitive. Some of this can be done quite inexpensively, considering I have been gathering a good deal of gear over the years. Any extra outfitting might merely be a 4-season tent if I want to extend that into the winter, a few minor tweaks to my gear list over time, and a few higher end pieces to facilitate safety, comfort, longevity in the field, or such.
Back to earth, I have much to do in and around the house for some time. Both simply making this home functional by setting it up, and then maintenance. I must admit, I will never quite be a homebody. Whether it is because I am a guy or because I am the type of guy I am, keeping a house neat and tidy is about as interesting and functional for me as managing a show poodle. I would rather sick Sam on the little bowed dog-mice. That would be much more fun. Bah!
Still, I will make all attempts to create some sort of functional household, maintain appearances on the outside and lawn, and do a few other things. Then again, there are real things I am planning that do not require 'Ladies' Home Journal' at all. A cistern with a rain water catch system to fill and filter the water. Considerations regarding alternative energy sources and developing a system of backup electricity, and deciding about then implementing tying that all into my current system. The repairs on the hen house. And other little needed or wanted improvements of a more mechanical, electrical, or logical nature. As well as the simple improvements possible in ones own home for optimization, comfort, or simply added function or form.
Livestock, of course, is a large responsibility, but one I am considering as well. These things would tie me down a bit. But, with a little ingenuity and in the process of making friends and become a local, this and some limited occasional travel could be managed. All of it is going into the bean grinder and being sorted. I would like to develop some means of extending my ability to be gone for a day or more. Whether through automating, or that combined with friends who can check the system, only time will tell.
For now, prepping the place, setting up the house sum total (and outfitting it a bit more), getting into better physical shape to include a little hand therapy to begin today, and taking care of external demands will see me on my way to that time where it will all come down to me getting off my butt and moving in the right direction... or not. Life and these demands, at this time, with my improved ability to function out here, is my virtual Ritalin... It is nearing an end though. The "docs" are pulling the script and all I have left is a 30 day to 3 month supply left, depending on how I use it. The choice is coming soon.
Well, that is how it is here and now. That is the forecast. I have no answers yet about anything else. I do not understand more or less. I could be wrong though I do not see where. For today though, I will rest. I might see to the lawnmower setup. I may start it. I might pick up sticks and such in the yard to prepare for mowing. I might even mow. Or, I might not. Hopefully though, whatever I do, I will not simply sit here.
Have a good day.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Even done does not mean done.
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Baked, tired, sore, but... I drove in to town. My friend was not hungry, so I got myself some chow. The restaurant I had hoped to be open had just closed. I tried to call in a pick-up order. It was a no-go. So, I went to Tacobell, I think, and ordered 6 taco supremes and 2 burrito supremes. Yeah, yeah, Mom, soda too. And I ate most of it. I did say hungry and bear, I do believe. He is looking better. Think, 5 pints of blood, or units anyway, and an equal amount of saline solution, in two days.
I asked whether he had contacted his nose doctor, or whoever, about his nose. He thought he would wait until this was all finished, and I suggested he call anyway. Get an appointment set up where he can get some iron pumped in and see his other doc all in one fell swoop. Seeing a doctor who has the potential to stop the bleeding in the middle of getting enough blood and iron pumped into one to completely replenish a human should provide a little bit of gravitas toward the stated goal of him doing his magic and fixing the only known source of bleeding. Just a hat tip there.
Well, a lot of food, some chitter chatter, some tv, and then it was time to head home. On my way home, though... I thought, you know... no hiking, but I do have the lawn mower right now. How about, since I am sort of taking Friday off, if I picked up a gas can and filled it. Then I thought, well, my snowblower takes regular gas, but I am not sure about the lawnmower. Why not get two cans. Then I thought, well, if it does not take straight gas, then I will need oil. I will need oil, to some degree, no matter what. So, to Wal-Mart I go. A 2 gallon tank for the snowblower, a 1 gallon tank in case the lawnmower needs a mix, and a can of oil. On the way home, I filled the 1 gallon tank and my gas tank. I figure if it needs oil mixed in, I can simply pour some of that gas into the two gallon tank.
I just cannot seem to quit tonight. But gee are my bones, muscles, brain, back, neck, and other unidentifiable parts tired, sore, and overheated. I might not get to mowing tomorrow. Might not even pick up sticks and check for hidden items I should not run over. But... I can if I want to. Yes indeed.
Now, good night. Ugh... Wherever you are.
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Baked, tired, sore, but... I drove in to town. My friend was not hungry, so I got myself some chow. The restaurant I had hoped to be open had just closed. I tried to call in a pick-up order. It was a no-go. So, I went to Tacobell, I think, and ordered 6 taco supremes and 2 burrito supremes. Yeah, yeah, Mom, soda too. And I ate most of it. I did say hungry and bear, I do believe. He is looking better. Think, 5 pints of blood, or units anyway, and an equal amount of saline solution, in two days.
I asked whether he had contacted his nose doctor, or whoever, about his nose. He thought he would wait until this was all finished, and I suggested he call anyway. Get an appointment set up where he can get some iron pumped in and see his other doc all in one fell swoop. Seeing a doctor who has the potential to stop the bleeding in the middle of getting enough blood and iron pumped into one to completely replenish a human should provide a little bit of gravitas toward the stated goal of him doing his magic and fixing the only known source of bleeding. Just a hat tip there.
Well, a lot of food, some chitter chatter, some tv, and then it was time to head home. On my way home, though... I thought, you know... no hiking, but I do have the lawn mower right now. How about, since I am sort of taking Friday off, if I picked up a gas can and filled it. Then I thought, well, my snowblower takes regular gas, but I am not sure about the lawnmower. Why not get two cans. Then I thought, well, if it does not take straight gas, then I will need oil. I will need oil, to some degree, no matter what. So, to Wal-Mart I go. A 2 gallon tank for the snowblower, a 1 gallon tank in case the lawnmower needs a mix, and a can of oil. On the way home, I filled the 1 gallon tank and my gas tank. I figure if it needs oil mixed in, I can simply pour some of that gas into the two gallon tank.
I just cannot seem to quit tonight. But gee are my bones, muscles, brain, back, neck, and other unidentifiable parts tired, sore, and overheated. I might not get to mowing tomorrow. Might not even pick up sticks and check for hidden items I should not run over. But... I can if I want to. Yes indeed.
Now, good night. Ugh... Wherever you are.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Work done equals...
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Damn tired is what it equals. I thought I was finished when I got home. I was sore. I was hot. I was tired. The chair was comfy. No, I mean, really comfortable. I even tricked Sam into going outside for a bit. I got something cool to drink and started thumbing through blogs and the news. Nothing new, same old worse than ever news, if it is worse than ever, since the quota king took the throne. He might make a fine janitor, a good used car salesman, or a pimp more like it, but he is lousy in someone else's current position. Anyway, enough of the cheer.
What was on my list, I thought. Ouch, the flood of what is left to do is amazing. Okay, alter query. What is left to do at home that I can do. Well, better, but it sure looks like a lot of stuff and I really am all those things above, plus I only have so much time. I spent a good half hour figuring out why I cannot do anything on that list. It almost worked too. Then, something kicked in.
I thought about the list I had made earlier, in the last post. And, I think, I thought of more things. Then I got busy. A load of laundry is now in the dryer, though I did not start a second load as there simply was not enough clothes. The printer was set up. The printer works but the software for the rest of the functions is not set up and there are no instructions, so I will try to get that going. I did print 3 copies of the wheat breakfast pages, so the printer is fine. I then set up the gear for the wheat breakfast, cutting two mesh hats for the quart jars. I then measured 3/4 of a cup of wheat, put that in one of the jars, and then filled it with water and put the lid over the screen on tightly. It has started. I noticed a couple of things with that. First, this offers breakfasts not continuously unless you use 3 jars, and secondly, the type of wheat to use was not included, unless I missed something on either score? Now, a worker at the coop suggested red hard wheat for this, so I went with that. And, not having this every day, I suppose, is fine too? Is it too much too regularly? Still, I might add a third jar in the line-up either two days from now, or some time in the future. I am thinking on it.
These chores, by the way, are not being listed in the order they were done, even if I happen to write, "Next, I...", simply put I may not have done so. *hiss* (he lies!) Anyway...
I called my mother and received information from her, email addresses to send the itinerary. I sent one to her and to her beau. He can print them, she cannot. I also called and asked if the gentleman could assist me in completing the move. And, certainly was the reply. I left the day in his hands, though suggested a time. To me, 10:00 sounded better. To him, 9:00 was the time. Beggars cannot be choosers. So, Saturday will be my final moving day!
Now, somewhere in there I had found the name of my hike, looked up the particulars, found my map book, and located the trailhead. Tomorrow, however, is completely out of the question. I would, for certain, after reading the details, be dragging bottom Saturday. Still, I am getting closer to a hike. Perhaps I will roughly plan it for next Saturday... no, Sunday. I really need to get to Church, mornings are still iffy, that leaves Saturday. And a 4 to 5 hour, potentially, bush walk up and down mountains would leave me in no condition for Church, probably either later Saturday or early Sunday. As well, I might be able, now, as things settle a bit more, to begin walking to the "lake" (dam), and swimming a bit, then walking back. This will either kill me and let me know I am definitely not ready to sprint slopes, or it will confirm. Roughly, a hike next Saturday. Possibly not for a couple more weeks. We will see.
I did a few other things as well. Ah, and I emailed my hosts back after missing the Sunday meal, and explained my mixing up of days and apologized. There are some other things that were neatly or horribly scrunched in there as well. But it should be enough to know that in spite of my complaints, I got busy.
Well, there was more day and life left to me than what I had thought. Now, however, I am hungry as a bear. I might call my friend and see if I drove in, if he is still hungry. If not, I might have to stop somewhere... the Smokin' Blues, for brisket methinks! Oh no... if they are still open and serving. I NEED FOOD! Anyway, I do think that will be it for the night. When I return, I will crash.
Good night, David... Well, fine, all three of you. Bah!
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Damn tired is what it equals. I thought I was finished when I got home. I was sore. I was hot. I was tired. The chair was comfy. No, I mean, really comfortable. I even tricked Sam into going outside for a bit. I got something cool to drink and started thumbing through blogs and the news. Nothing new, same old worse than ever news, if it is worse than ever, since the quota king took the throne. He might make a fine janitor, a good used car salesman, or a pimp more like it, but he is lousy in someone else's current position. Anyway, enough of the cheer.
What was on my list, I thought. Ouch, the flood of what is left to do is amazing. Okay, alter query. What is left to do at home that I can do. Well, better, but it sure looks like a lot of stuff and I really am all those things above, plus I only have so much time. I spent a good half hour figuring out why I cannot do anything on that list. It almost worked too. Then, something kicked in.
I thought about the list I had made earlier, in the last post. And, I think, I thought of more things. Then I got busy. A load of laundry is now in the dryer, though I did not start a second load as there simply was not enough clothes. The printer was set up. The printer works but the software for the rest of the functions is not set up and there are no instructions, so I will try to get that going. I did print 3 copies of the wheat breakfast pages, so the printer is fine. I then set up the gear for the wheat breakfast, cutting two mesh hats for the quart jars. I then measured 3/4 of a cup of wheat, put that in one of the jars, and then filled it with water and put the lid over the screen on tightly. It has started. I noticed a couple of things with that. First, this offers breakfasts not continuously unless you use 3 jars, and secondly, the type of wheat to use was not included, unless I missed something on either score? Now, a worker at the coop suggested red hard wheat for this, so I went with that. And, not having this every day, I suppose, is fine too? Is it too much too regularly? Still, I might add a third jar in the line-up either two days from now, or some time in the future. I am thinking on it.
These chores, by the way, are not being listed in the order they were done, even if I happen to write, "Next, I...", simply put I may not have done so. *hiss* (he lies!) Anyway...
I called my mother and received information from her, email addresses to send the itinerary. I sent one to her and to her beau. He can print them, she cannot. I also called and asked if the gentleman could assist me in completing the move. And, certainly was the reply. I left the day in his hands, though suggested a time. To me, 10:00 sounded better. To him, 9:00 was the time. Beggars cannot be choosers. So, Saturday will be my final moving day!
Now, somewhere in there I had found the name of my hike, looked up the particulars, found my map book, and located the trailhead. Tomorrow, however, is completely out of the question. I would, for certain, after reading the details, be dragging bottom Saturday. Still, I am getting closer to a hike. Perhaps I will roughly plan it for next Saturday... no, Sunday. I really need to get to Church, mornings are still iffy, that leaves Saturday. And a 4 to 5 hour, potentially, bush walk up and down mountains would leave me in no condition for Church, probably either later Saturday or early Sunday. As well, I might be able, now, as things settle a bit more, to begin walking to the "lake" (dam), and swimming a bit, then walking back. This will either kill me and let me know I am definitely not ready to sprint slopes, or it will confirm. Roughly, a hike next Saturday. Possibly not for a couple more weeks. We will see.
I did a few other things as well. Ah, and I emailed my hosts back after missing the Sunday meal, and explained my mixing up of days and apologized. There are some other things that were neatly or horribly scrunched in there as well. But it should be enough to know that in spite of my complaints, I got busy.
Well, there was more day and life left to me than what I had thought. Now, however, I am hungry as a bear. I might call my friend and see if I drove in, if he is still hungry. If not, I might have to stop somewhere... the Smokin' Blues, for brisket methinks! Oh no... if they are still open and serving. I NEED FOOD! Anyway, I do think that will be it for the night. When I return, I will crash.
Good night, David... Well, fine, all three of you. Bah!
There is only so much I can do.
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Today was another busy day. Getting up at 8:15, after sort of being slow off the starting line in even hearing the alarm, and then trying to ignore it a bit, while debating another hour in bed or not. I did not get ready to go, though, until about 11:45, so I also did not make it to city hall. I called my friend to check on him, but no one answered. I called all day and did not reach him. He called after I had returned home. They added two pints of blood last night, but let him go home (my phone was in the Xterra, so I did not get the call last night). Then, today, they had him back in to add 3 more pints of blood. Further, next week, they will be adding iron through injections all week long. They can only add one unit of that (whatever a unit is, though not the same volume as blood) a day. He really wanted me to come back in to town to take him out to eat, but I was not doing that.
I went into Lowe's and Sears to look over some items. The Lowe's employee did not know about this, or that, or, really... anything. He did not lead me to anyone. He would not even go over the purchases, and track them, or check deals. I added the goods and installation costs and came to roughly $2,000 before taxes. Financing I asked? Up at the front desk. I stopped there. One woman was talking to her boyfriend, two were working on one checkout, one seemed legitimately talking on the phone for business, and one was doing something in and out of the office... After waiting a bit, I looked around, found a brochure on their card, and left. I suppose, if you know what you need, Lowe's might be fine. If not, you may still need to go but do not expect much help.
So, I drove to Sears, expecting about the same. A new guy, of course, was the guy helping me. What he did not know, he found out or had someone else find out, what he did know was good enough. We looked through a box or two to find more information. He grabbed an actual pad on which to write numbers, prices, and such. When we were through looking at the items, he checked for deals (or his boss did, he is just learning). The only thing they did not have priced on tap was installation. They have a guy who does that. After we ran the numbers and came to a bottom line, they called his number and guess what, he answered and had his price right there. $1,650, with installation, tax, and help. Uhrm, what about financing? Currently, if you qualify, I am told, 12 months no interest. Can I apply here and now? Yes, so we begin. It takes a bit longer as I put in a fraud claim a year or so ago and that seems to be making credit applications much more time consuming and difficult. Fine by me, actually. I had to answer about 5 multiple choice questions about where I have lived. I had to really think about some of them. For example, I could not remember the number to the U of I housing, but I knew the street was right, so just went with that one. All said and done, plenty of credit was available. Too much, but, that is how it goes. I almost considered a riding lawnmower, but my lawn simply is not that big! Perhaps for a tiller, if I end up doing my own acreage, maybe... Though I will be looking for a better solution to be honest. But no. I stuck with my plan.
What is the difference? One company just made a tidy little deal, the other simply could not compete. I have a line of credit with a company, so even if I pay cash for things, I may still go with them. But if I cannot pay cash, I have an emergency repair and installation allowance. This will work from tools to whatever as well. Lowe's just blew a new homeowner off. Maybe they do not need my business? They really, as I said, might be more for contractors. Do they realize that contractors are, well, hurting? Do they realize homeowners will own their homes for many years if not the rest of their lives? No skin off my nose, just saying.
After that, I went to my appointment. It is hitting well into the 90's F now. I spoke with my doc again, about the food area. I had looked for it earlier in the day but had no luck. It seems I was on the wrong side of main. He may have told me right or wrong and I might have messed it up with a preconceived and incorrect 'visual image' of where I thought the place was. So, he offered me better instructions, corrected instructions, or whatever. I did drive by and found the place today, but I was simply bushed. To home, I will compare prices and shop if needed at my leisure now that I know. Oh, but I made one last stop, to a place I know and knew what I was getting. At Wal-Mart, I picked up an all-in-one printer. They only had one which also had a fax. I may set that up tonight, or wait. I am bone weary.
I also asked about the cost of training. He could not be specific, as it is not his program, but he thought $50 an hour tops, with some scalability for usage and maybe other things. I am definitely considering this, though honestly not for the long run. I merely want to break through the rust with a trainer, if it is possible, then get on the road to more function, and then go on my own. I am thinking more along the lines of doing this in the cooler weather, when my life might slow down a bit anyway.
I am about to call the man who suggested he would help me move the rest of my stuff. He may have forgotten all about it, I will find out shortly. Finishing that will allow me to close out of that contract and begin setting my house up more fully as well. I know I can carry more than before by a lot, but I am still a bit gimped if mostly at this point from having a really weak hand and some limits to mobility added with muscles problems with that finger still. I can only try, I suppose, and do what I can. At least we do not have to carry the weights up stairs, or even very far. I am thinking they will go in the garage for now.
Very tired. Long hot day. Some things accomplished, some things yet to do, and more planning as some things fall off the list. Now that I have a mower, I will need to get a gas can, fill it, and do that. Monday? Tuesday? Yes, probably. I need the weekend. Tomorrow I may visit my friend, watch a movie, and then hopefully go out for a hike. I will be looking at some maps and the book to try and locate the trail head before I go to sleep. I may also see if I can set up the wheat device tonight, and soak some beans beside that for supper tomorrow (and for a while to come). And that phone call. Oh, I might even toss in a load of laundry, and if I track that well, dry it and put my last load of laundry into the wash while the first load dries. Which reminds me, I need to figure out how to get 4 lines up outside for air drying. Ugh, no, really.
Later, or good night, or... something.
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Today was another busy day. Getting up at 8:15, after sort of being slow off the starting line in even hearing the alarm, and then trying to ignore it a bit, while debating another hour in bed or not. I did not get ready to go, though, until about 11:45, so I also did not make it to city hall. I called my friend to check on him, but no one answered. I called all day and did not reach him. He called after I had returned home. They added two pints of blood last night, but let him go home (my phone was in the Xterra, so I did not get the call last night). Then, today, they had him back in to add 3 more pints of blood. Further, next week, they will be adding iron through injections all week long. They can only add one unit of that (whatever a unit is, though not the same volume as blood) a day. He really wanted me to come back in to town to take him out to eat, but I was not doing that.
I went into Lowe's and Sears to look over some items. The Lowe's employee did not know about this, or that, or, really... anything. He did not lead me to anyone. He would not even go over the purchases, and track them, or check deals. I added the goods and installation costs and came to roughly $2,000 before taxes. Financing I asked? Up at the front desk. I stopped there. One woman was talking to her boyfriend, two were working on one checkout, one seemed legitimately talking on the phone for business, and one was doing something in and out of the office... After waiting a bit, I looked around, found a brochure on their card, and left. I suppose, if you know what you need, Lowe's might be fine. If not, you may still need to go but do not expect much help.
So, I drove to Sears, expecting about the same. A new guy, of course, was the guy helping me. What he did not know, he found out or had someone else find out, what he did know was good enough. We looked through a box or two to find more information. He grabbed an actual pad on which to write numbers, prices, and such. When we were through looking at the items, he checked for deals (or his boss did, he is just learning). The only thing they did not have priced on tap was installation. They have a guy who does that. After we ran the numbers and came to a bottom line, they called his number and guess what, he answered and had his price right there. $1,650, with installation, tax, and help. Uhrm, what about financing? Currently, if you qualify, I am told, 12 months no interest. Can I apply here and now? Yes, so we begin. It takes a bit longer as I put in a fraud claim a year or so ago and that seems to be making credit applications much more time consuming and difficult. Fine by me, actually. I had to answer about 5 multiple choice questions about where I have lived. I had to really think about some of them. For example, I could not remember the number to the U of I housing, but I knew the street was right, so just went with that one. All said and done, plenty of credit was available. Too much, but, that is how it goes. I almost considered a riding lawnmower, but my lawn simply is not that big! Perhaps for a tiller, if I end up doing my own acreage, maybe... Though I will be looking for a better solution to be honest. But no. I stuck with my plan.
What is the difference? One company just made a tidy little deal, the other simply could not compete. I have a line of credit with a company, so even if I pay cash for things, I may still go with them. But if I cannot pay cash, I have an emergency repair and installation allowance. This will work from tools to whatever as well. Lowe's just blew a new homeowner off. Maybe they do not need my business? They really, as I said, might be more for contractors. Do they realize that contractors are, well, hurting? Do they realize homeowners will own their homes for many years if not the rest of their lives? No skin off my nose, just saying.
After that, I went to my appointment. It is hitting well into the 90's F now. I spoke with my doc again, about the food area. I had looked for it earlier in the day but had no luck. It seems I was on the wrong side of main. He may have told me right or wrong and I might have messed it up with a preconceived and incorrect 'visual image' of where I thought the place was. So, he offered me better instructions, corrected instructions, or whatever. I did drive by and found the place today, but I was simply bushed. To home, I will compare prices and shop if needed at my leisure now that I know. Oh, but I made one last stop, to a place I know and knew what I was getting. At Wal-Mart, I picked up an all-in-one printer. They only had one which also had a fax. I may set that up tonight, or wait. I am bone weary.
I also asked about the cost of training. He could not be specific, as it is not his program, but he thought $50 an hour tops, with some scalability for usage and maybe other things. I am definitely considering this, though honestly not for the long run. I merely want to break through the rust with a trainer, if it is possible, then get on the road to more function, and then go on my own. I am thinking more along the lines of doing this in the cooler weather, when my life might slow down a bit anyway.
I am about to call the man who suggested he would help me move the rest of my stuff. He may have forgotten all about it, I will find out shortly. Finishing that will allow me to close out of that contract and begin setting my house up more fully as well. I know I can carry more than before by a lot, but I am still a bit gimped if mostly at this point from having a really weak hand and some limits to mobility added with muscles problems with that finger still. I can only try, I suppose, and do what I can. At least we do not have to carry the weights up stairs, or even very far. I am thinking they will go in the garage for now.
Very tired. Long hot day. Some things accomplished, some things yet to do, and more planning as some things fall off the list. Now that I have a mower, I will need to get a gas can, fill it, and do that. Monday? Tuesday? Yes, probably. I need the weekend. Tomorrow I may visit my friend, watch a movie, and then hopefully go out for a hike. I will be looking at some maps and the book to try and locate the trail head before I go to sleep. I may also see if I can set up the wheat device tonight, and soak some beans beside that for supper tomorrow (and for a while to come). And that phone call. Oh, I might even toss in a load of laundry, and if I track that well, dry it and put my last load of laundry into the wash while the first load dries. Which reminds me, I need to figure out how to get 4 lines up outside for air drying. Ugh, no, really.
Later, or good night, or... something.
How much can I get done?
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I can get a lot done. Or I could get very little done. Some aspect of the choice is very much mine, some aspect is not. If I begin to roll 'downhill', I get chances every once in a while to turn around and actually try to go uphill and get some work done. Little chances every half hour, hour, or several hours, like turnoffs on the time highway. While actually doing work, I do sometimes need to cool off. Any of those times, or if I simply don't want do to that next task, can see me ending up on my butt at home. Though, if I have had a string of successes, I actually, even after an extended break, tend to get back in the saddle more easily than cracking open that first couple of rounds of successful work can of worms. Still, and without any hesitations at all, I am far surpassing what I was ever able to do in Iowa except when on Ritalin.
To clear my head, I am writing out what I want to do soon and hopefully what of it I can today. After a shower and a shave, a trip to city hall is the first plan. I am trying to get an hour to wake up and get going after I write this. After that, a trip to both Lowe's and Sears. A visit to first definitely locate the outlet (I think I have a good idea where it is, but...) and then price shop some items and pick the brains of the people who work there. A call to my friend to see how he is doing. If he stayed overnight at the hospital, I am not sure when they will release him, if he is to be released today. A printer will be purchased and some ink cartridges returned.
I had a couple of boiled eggs for breakfast. I would like to find a place to have a rather small good lunch. Something a bit more fitting with my eating plans. The soup place might be a good way to go. Soup is one of those foods I have not explored well, and yet I know it has great potential in offering both great flavor and solid food stuffs. Soups never seem to fill me up though. There is something else about soups that... I do not know exactly. I do not trust? I am never sure I will like any single one? I do not know. Anyway, I will explore that today.
There may be other things on my list, depending on if I find a printer I like and am able to get it going. A couple of pages faxed out with it might be good. Some copying completed, both for my purchase rebate and for my survivalist file. And tonight is about time for me to contact the man who offered to help me finish moving. If he is still willing, I will of course be absolutely flexible about when to help, so cannot guess when the move would be finalized. I am also not exactly sure when to take my first hike. I know which hike I would like to take. Friday would be a good day, though after this week, a day off is good too. A day I do not have to drive anywhere is appreciated when it arrives. Saturday, earlier in the day, to prepare me for Church would be good if it does not wear me out too much. I think the hike might be doable after Church as well, though I worry about being half way through and having the sun setting. Until I know more, I will be a bit on the cautious side I think. The brain is just waking, so... nothing is sure yet on the more... unknown and heretofore unknowable aspects of planning.
I suppose, time to start waking. I best set a timer or... I might just sit. I might just sit anyway, but... Oh, I woke a bit after 8:00 this morning. I did have to use the alarm. I almost reset it for 9:00, but pulled free from that notion. I am still tired and food does not help. Though I think if I begin eating more lightly and regularly, food will no longer become a drag... I think.
You have a good day! Get over that hump if you want. Drag your lump over it and get what you want accomplished. If the mostly dead, very retired, lump of flesh in which I reside can be whipped into action, I am pretty sure anyone can do it. Again, good day!
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I can get a lot done. Or I could get very little done. Some aspect of the choice is very much mine, some aspect is not. If I begin to roll 'downhill', I get chances every once in a while to turn around and actually try to go uphill and get some work done. Little chances every half hour, hour, or several hours, like turnoffs on the time highway. While actually doing work, I do sometimes need to cool off. Any of those times, or if I simply don't want do to that next task, can see me ending up on my butt at home. Though, if I have had a string of successes, I actually, even after an extended break, tend to get back in the saddle more easily than cracking open that first couple of rounds of successful work can of worms. Still, and without any hesitations at all, I am far surpassing what I was ever able to do in Iowa except when on Ritalin.
To clear my head, I am writing out what I want to do soon and hopefully what of it I can today. After a shower and a shave, a trip to city hall is the first plan. I am trying to get an hour to wake up and get going after I write this. After that, a trip to both Lowe's and Sears. A visit to first definitely locate the outlet (I think I have a good idea where it is, but...) and then price shop some items and pick the brains of the people who work there. A call to my friend to see how he is doing. If he stayed overnight at the hospital, I am not sure when they will release him, if he is to be released today. A printer will be purchased and some ink cartridges returned.
I had a couple of boiled eggs for breakfast. I would like to find a place to have a rather small good lunch. Something a bit more fitting with my eating plans. The soup place might be a good way to go. Soup is one of those foods I have not explored well, and yet I know it has great potential in offering both great flavor and solid food stuffs. Soups never seem to fill me up though. There is something else about soups that... I do not know exactly. I do not trust? I am never sure I will like any single one? I do not know. Anyway, I will explore that today.
There may be other things on my list, depending on if I find a printer I like and am able to get it going. A couple of pages faxed out with it might be good. Some copying completed, both for my purchase rebate and for my survivalist file. And tonight is about time for me to contact the man who offered to help me finish moving. If he is still willing, I will of course be absolutely flexible about when to help, so cannot guess when the move would be finalized. I am also not exactly sure when to take my first hike. I know which hike I would like to take. Friday would be a good day, though after this week, a day off is good too. A day I do not have to drive anywhere is appreciated when it arrives. Saturday, earlier in the day, to prepare me for Church would be good if it does not wear me out too much. I think the hike might be doable after Church as well, though I worry about being half way through and having the sun setting. Until I know more, I will be a bit on the cautious side I think. The brain is just waking, so... nothing is sure yet on the more... unknown and heretofore unknowable aspects of planning.
I suppose, time to start waking. I best set a timer or... I might just sit. I might just sit anyway, but... Oh, I woke a bit after 8:00 this morning. I did have to use the alarm. I almost reset it for 9:00, but pulled free from that notion. I am still tired and food does not help. Though I think if I begin eating more lightly and regularly, food will no longer become a drag... I think.
You have a good day! Get over that hump if you want. Drag your lump over it and get what you want accomplished. If the mostly dead, very retired, lump of flesh in which I reside can be whipped into action, I am pretty sure anyone can do it. Again, good day!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Not a great day.
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After getting up at 7:30 or thereabouts, I was off to a slow start. I wanted to get to city hall, but that did not happen. My next cue was to visit my friend. He called about as I was getting ready to leave and said he would be going to the hospital. He felt terrible and suspected he needed blood (which has always been the case, he knows when he needs). So, visiting was out and a soft spot to simply chill was out. I asked him to let me know what was happening, whether they were keeping him. He has not called yet. He may have been held overnight.
After that, my will or way became confused and I did nothing. My appointment was late in the afternoon, as there was a presentation being offered. The guy who trains my doc was there, and the discussion, shared by he and the doc, was regarding whole health. From my studies and past knowledge, it was excellent. I did learn some things, it is good to have someone to ask minor tweak questions about the topics, people who know pat what the answer is. And, where I trust the answers. All good. I simply returned home after that. Of course, after discussing weight loss, diet, exercise, and such, I went through McDonald's drive-through for a heart stopper dinner. Still, I do not have anything ready and able for cooking this night (which I will remedy).
Tomorrow I am hoping to rise early again. Coffee was not enough to see me mobile, nor was breakfast. I wonder if a shower first thing might work? Skipping lunch was not wise either, I know this. I really need to start keeping the right kind of foods around in order to eat much more frequently, in smaller doses, of the right stuff. I am working on that, slowly. Part of the reason I am excited about the wheat cereal and legume/bean rice lunch is the possibility of splitting that out, knowing the ease of spreading that to smaller more frequent meals.
After rising, whenever, I am still hoping to visit city hall. Then I would like to find the outlet my doc spoke of, for a final assessment of costs and product availability, regarding storage foods. It might well be that, locally, through the Mormon Churches kind outreach, it may be much more affordable (thus sustainable and scalable), to store foods here in Utah. As well, I would like to visit Sears and Lowe's and do an assessment test on deals, bargains, and apples to apples price testing on the soft water kit, reverse osmosis kit (both installed), a lawnmower, and a weed whip. I know what I want and need (for the most part), but I do not know what kind of deals can be generated by multiple larger item buys.
As well, I will be able to check on my friend again tomorrow. I am not worried, I do think the hospital here is good. But not knowing is a frustration. I am glad he called and we had that little talk Monday. Perhaps it was not my place, but if not mine, whose place was it? He really should not just die. I suppose if no one cared, he might even begin to not care though. Useful? Who, actually, is useful? Most suits in D.C. are less than useful, collecting for themselves and spending beyond that, other people's money, often for a very negative impact on the economy. How many people could most companies simply fire without any impact on their production, no impact at all? (A: Lots) No, that does not work. Anyway... I will check on him too. Heck, I am more useless than him, "earning more" and doing no more.
Oh, I had more flirtations today than I have had in a while. I remember why I was an empty suit, and... The notion is tempting. Appearances are so important. Let it go when you can, want to, need to, or whatnot... but never do so out there. The fish, indeed, are hungry and biting. That is all for that. Well, one other thing... I had a, I would guess, 25 to 30 year old woman blush like a bonfire while I was simply chit-chatting at a check out counter. Huh? I must have forgotten some things I used to know.
Well, a bit of blog reviewing, a check on news from more trusted or local sources, then I think it will be bedtime. I did nap, but... it feels like bedtime...
Good night, Harrison... Hope you enjoy the Corvette.
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After getting up at 7:30 or thereabouts, I was off to a slow start. I wanted to get to city hall, but that did not happen. My next cue was to visit my friend. He called about as I was getting ready to leave and said he would be going to the hospital. He felt terrible and suspected he needed blood (which has always been the case, he knows when he needs). So, visiting was out and a soft spot to simply chill was out. I asked him to let me know what was happening, whether they were keeping him. He has not called yet. He may have been held overnight.
After that, my will or way became confused and I did nothing. My appointment was late in the afternoon, as there was a presentation being offered. The guy who trains my doc was there, and the discussion, shared by he and the doc, was regarding whole health. From my studies and past knowledge, it was excellent. I did learn some things, it is good to have someone to ask minor tweak questions about the topics, people who know pat what the answer is. And, where I trust the answers. All good. I simply returned home after that. Of course, after discussing weight loss, diet, exercise, and such, I went through McDonald's drive-through for a heart stopper dinner. Still, I do not have anything ready and able for cooking this night (which I will remedy).
Tomorrow I am hoping to rise early again. Coffee was not enough to see me mobile, nor was breakfast. I wonder if a shower first thing might work? Skipping lunch was not wise either, I know this. I really need to start keeping the right kind of foods around in order to eat much more frequently, in smaller doses, of the right stuff. I am working on that, slowly. Part of the reason I am excited about the wheat cereal and legume/bean rice lunch is the possibility of splitting that out, knowing the ease of spreading that to smaller more frequent meals.
After rising, whenever, I am still hoping to visit city hall. Then I would like to find the outlet my doc spoke of, for a final assessment of costs and product availability, regarding storage foods. It might well be that, locally, through the Mormon Churches kind outreach, it may be much more affordable (thus sustainable and scalable), to store foods here in Utah. As well, I would like to visit Sears and Lowe's and do an assessment test on deals, bargains, and apples to apples price testing on the soft water kit, reverse osmosis kit (both installed), a lawnmower, and a weed whip. I know what I want and need (for the most part), but I do not know what kind of deals can be generated by multiple larger item buys.
As well, I will be able to check on my friend again tomorrow. I am not worried, I do think the hospital here is good. But not knowing is a frustration. I am glad he called and we had that little talk Monday. Perhaps it was not my place, but if not mine, whose place was it? He really should not just die. I suppose if no one cared, he might even begin to not care though. Useful? Who, actually, is useful? Most suits in D.C. are less than useful, collecting for themselves and spending beyond that, other people's money, often for a very negative impact on the economy. How many people could most companies simply fire without any impact on their production, no impact at all? (A: Lots) No, that does not work. Anyway... I will check on him too. Heck, I am more useless than him, "earning more" and doing no more.
Oh, I had more flirtations today than I have had in a while. I remember why I was an empty suit, and... The notion is tempting. Appearances are so important. Let it go when you can, want to, need to, or whatnot... but never do so out there. The fish, indeed, are hungry and biting. That is all for that. Well, one other thing... I had a, I would guess, 25 to 30 year old woman blush like a bonfire while I was simply chit-chatting at a check out counter. Huh? I must have forgotten some things I used to know.
Well, a bit of blog reviewing, a check on news from more trusted or local sources, then I think it will be bedtime. I did nap, but... it feels like bedtime...
Good night, Harrison... Hope you enjoy the Corvette.
Comparing and contrasting.
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I think retailers do try to make it difficult to compare products. They change sizes, carry different product, have different varieties, making an apples to apples comparison a bit like economic and logic gymnastics. Still, I tumble over the size differences, do a little research regarding product types and what would be best for this or that, and... still end up scratching my head. I am guessing it will come down to what the best advice I can find suggests, a bit of gut instinct, and simply acting (in purchasing) in spite of that gnawing feeling I always get when I get the nagging feeling I am out of my depth.
I am trying to compare grain prices at the moment. I have one more stop today to investigate a potential new, and from what I hear, better outlet for some or much of my long term food preparation. The only thing on my side is that I have looked around, I have been price shopping for some time off and on, and I have a rough idea what I need.
Of course, whether to plan for 1 person, as I had thought to do, is now seemingly unlikely. I am beginning to think that planning for 3 people is the way to go, at least at this point. Beyond offering more room for my own needs, mistakes, and waste (it happens, I cook enough to know), it includes some room for charity. Who knows, she...
...might show up and say, well, are you going to feed me or what? What else could I do? The poor thing cannot even afford clothes to cover herself completely. I am such a teddy bear that way. Oh, and I would cry crocodile tears all the way to my pantry, bee-line too, of course. *toothy grins*
I had hoped to begin building a post, with links to some of the many topics, products, and processes I have bought, am preparing to buy, or am toying with, but until I can get this last thing sorted, I will hold off on that post. Still, it is frustrating. One other thing I will be doing, once I get my printer going, is beginning that buying list D.C. has linked most recently. That is to D.C.'s page. Here is the actual page which his link originates, with the food buying guide. I want the thing printed, as some of the items will not be needed. My eating habits are changing to add more grain and rice, so my dietary needs in other ways may be reduced and I would like to see while shopping so as to navigate more on my feet.
Well, the coffee is almost gone, I am getting nothing done since my price comparison shopping seems to be a bust, so it is time to get on to some other things. Hmm, even with this waking, seemingly lost cause, blogging, and a shower and shave, I will still be on my feet and going before I have usually been waking for a goodly bit. I guess that cannot be all bad, since this has been my goal. Bah! I will find something else to complain about later, I am sure.
Good day.
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I think retailers do try to make it difficult to compare products. They change sizes, carry different product, have different varieties, making an apples to apples comparison a bit like economic and logic gymnastics. Still, I tumble over the size differences, do a little research regarding product types and what would be best for this or that, and... still end up scratching my head. I am guessing it will come down to what the best advice I can find suggests, a bit of gut instinct, and simply acting (in purchasing) in spite of that gnawing feeling I always get when I get the nagging feeling I am out of my depth.
I am trying to compare grain prices at the moment. I have one more stop today to investigate a potential new, and from what I hear, better outlet for some or much of my long term food preparation. The only thing on my side is that I have looked around, I have been price shopping for some time off and on, and I have a rough idea what I need.
Of course, whether to plan for 1 person, as I had thought to do, is now seemingly unlikely. I am beginning to think that planning for 3 people is the way to go, at least at this point. Beyond offering more room for my own needs, mistakes, and waste (it happens, I cook enough to know), it includes some room for charity. Who knows, she...
...might show up and say, well, are you going to feed me or what? What else could I do? The poor thing cannot even afford clothes to cover herself completely. I am such a teddy bear that way. Oh, and I would cry crocodile tears all the way to my pantry, bee-line too, of course. *toothy grins*
I had hoped to begin building a post, with links to some of the many topics, products, and processes I have bought, am preparing to buy, or am toying with, but until I can get this last thing sorted, I will hold off on that post. Still, it is frustrating. One other thing I will be doing, once I get my printer going, is beginning that buying list D.C. has linked most recently. That is to D.C.'s page. Here is the actual page which his link originates, with the food buying guide. I want the thing printed, as some of the items will not be needed. My eating habits are changing to add more grain and rice, so my dietary needs in other ways may be reduced and I would like to see while shopping so as to navigate more on my feet.
Well, the coffee is almost gone, I am getting nothing done since my price comparison shopping seems to be a bust, so it is time to get on to some other things. Hmm, even with this waking, seemingly lost cause, blogging, and a shower and shave, I will still be on my feet and going before I have usually been waking for a goodly bit. I guess that cannot be all bad, since this has been my goal. Bah! I will find something else to complain about later, I am sure.
Good day.
A different part of the day sure looks, feels, and smells different.
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At 7:35, computer warmed, logged into, and a small breakfast it the right place, I contemplate things a bit differently than usual. It has been some time since I woke at this cool of a part of the day. It is nearly... no it is... chilly this morning. Refreshingly chilly. It seems like forever since last I felt an actual bit of chill, and I would not say I have ever felt it in my new home though maybe. It is a good set of new things after yesterday's whirlwind. But I cannot stop with yesterday or this morning. Much to do, little time to do it as I see it and maybe just how it is, and people want to visit.
I have a number of things to do today, though nothing appointment like until much later in the day. For now, a medium wake up, for which I am about to brew coffee in the French press. Some news, the blogs, and of course my own blog, need to be covered. Then perhaps a few tinkerings about the house, some new containers need to be cleaned and stowed, the silverware I have been meaning to get to are still sitting on the counter and their being tended will see me with more counter space to boot. A couple of final loads of laundry, at which point I will be caught up with both my usage and the various unpacking finds I have made so far. A shower in there somewhere to be ready to head out, and a bit of comparison shopping on the links D.C. kindly found and put out there for me (for the zillionth time?).
Regardless about grain prices, I will probably join Sam's Club today. The price of some things is just ridiculously low, on many of the products I use, when bought in bulk. Commercial cans of ketchup? I think not. Commercial amounts of many other things, from trash bags to whatever and odd things from wheelbarrows to other things can be had. Need? Use to be sure. Some people only ever use shopping bags for garbage, which is fine. Others find whatever they need at garage sales. Which amazes me. I am stuck, to some degree, with doing things the way I do them as I cannot always remember to be where I might find whatever. I am limited and so be it. So, for me, Sam's Club will probably pay.
After joining the above, I need to take the printer cartridges back. But there is more wrong with this printer than I can figure. Nothing has worked to get past the machines out of paper or ink problems. I think the thing is dead, give or take, and just does not know it. So, I will be looking for a new printer. Now that I have a phone, a device with fax along with all else I have might be convenient. I could very well fax the darned papers myself for far less than I have been paying. And, one last thing for certain. I would like to have Sears and Lowe's compete for price and a bit of financing for 4 items... a water softener (installed), a reverse osmosis system (installed), a lawnmower, and a weed whip. I can pay for more (or less) of it, but not all of it. Even a 6 month, interest free, situation would be enough to cover that rest and see me without more cost via financing. Not sure any but the mower and weed whip will happen otherwise, this month.
After that, I am not sure. I am still a bit fuzzy while in the waking process. A visit to with my friend will occur sometime this afternoon. I might take a movie. But before that, I may need a nap. Probably before going to town. If It is going to be another long day. Starting this early is so odd. Hmm, perhaps too, a revisit of city hall to make sure everything is in order, figure out what the bill will be and if it is due, and to ensure they have the correct mailing address, as they currently only have my physical address.
Well... Good morning! Uhrm, I think?
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At 7:35, computer warmed, logged into, and a small breakfast it the right place, I contemplate things a bit differently than usual. It has been some time since I woke at this cool of a part of the day. It is nearly... no it is... chilly this morning. Refreshingly chilly. It seems like forever since last I felt an actual bit of chill, and I would not say I have ever felt it in my new home though maybe. It is a good set of new things after yesterday's whirlwind. But I cannot stop with yesterday or this morning. Much to do, little time to do it as I see it and maybe just how it is, and people want to visit.
I have a number of things to do today, though nothing appointment like until much later in the day. For now, a medium wake up, for which I am about to brew coffee in the French press. Some news, the blogs, and of course my own blog, need to be covered. Then perhaps a few tinkerings about the house, some new containers need to be cleaned and stowed, the silverware I have been meaning to get to are still sitting on the counter and their being tended will see me with more counter space to boot. A couple of final loads of laundry, at which point I will be caught up with both my usage and the various unpacking finds I have made so far. A shower in there somewhere to be ready to head out, and a bit of comparison shopping on the links D.C. kindly found and put out there for me (for the zillionth time?).
Regardless about grain prices, I will probably join Sam's Club today. The price of some things is just ridiculously low, on many of the products I use, when bought in bulk. Commercial cans of ketchup? I think not. Commercial amounts of many other things, from trash bags to whatever and odd things from wheelbarrows to other things can be had. Need? Use to be sure. Some people only ever use shopping bags for garbage, which is fine. Others find whatever they need at garage sales. Which amazes me. I am stuck, to some degree, with doing things the way I do them as I cannot always remember to be where I might find whatever. I am limited and so be it. So, for me, Sam's Club will probably pay.
After joining the above, I need to take the printer cartridges back. But there is more wrong with this printer than I can figure. Nothing has worked to get past the machines out of paper or ink problems. I think the thing is dead, give or take, and just does not know it. So, I will be looking for a new printer. Now that I have a phone, a device with fax along with all else I have might be convenient. I could very well fax the darned papers myself for far less than I have been paying. And, one last thing for certain. I would like to have Sears and Lowe's compete for price and a bit of financing for 4 items... a water softener (installed), a reverse osmosis system (installed), a lawnmower, and a weed whip. I can pay for more (or less) of it, but not all of it. Even a 6 month, interest free, situation would be enough to cover that rest and see me without more cost via financing. Not sure any but the mower and weed whip will happen otherwise, this month.
After that, I am not sure. I am still a bit fuzzy while in the waking process. A visit to with my friend will occur sometime this afternoon. I might take a movie. But before that, I may need a nap. Probably before going to town. If It is going to be another long day. Starting this early is so odd. Hmm, perhaps too, a revisit of city hall to make sure everything is in order, figure out what the bill will be and if it is due, and to ensure they have the correct mailing address, as they currently only have my physical address.
Well... Good morning! Uhrm, I think?
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Game.
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After hearing this term batted back and forth, all this jazz about alphas, betas, and whatnot, and a very little reading (I was not really all that excited about it, just curious), I could not wrap my mind about what was being discussed, so I simply ignored the matter to a degree. And so it has been for some time. Then, recently, it came to me... That is what was used every time I had a dalliance. There is no trick to it, no magic, no... anything. It is what a man uses when he wants to get close to a woman, or quite often, how he tames a shrew. And, to some extent, are they not all shrews? It is part of their game, I suppose. Some play it up front, others play it mid game, some use it as end game strategy, I suppose others are shrewish off and on. I do not really know the strategy of women, it seemed quite irrelevant to my needs, purposes, goals, or the results to be honest.
It does seem as though someone has spent a great deal of time turning what any experienced, half-sharp, typical boy then man will figure out on his own. I have to wonder how pencil-necked the author must be. Even if his strategy works for him, I have to think that it is the only strategy which would. I could be wrong, but I would have to find out better to believe. And, as usual, I would still be somewhat suspicious. Turning the art and aggression of romance into chess just does not cut it. Too much is missing, more so since the stated ends of most of the "gurus" of Game is merely sex.
So, after all this time about wondering what this thing is, I realize, I have known it my whole life. Or, since I was about 5. That is when I "seduced" my first lover. Neither of us new a thing, but I did get it done. If too, I had no clue at the time what 'done' meant, only that I could not bring myself to quit until it was, until years later. Three or four years after that, I began having more regular sex and finally understood. Ah, orgasm.
It was in my early 20's when I decided that Game was not right. Well, perhaps how I was using Game was the thing that was incorrect, if I did not understand that at the time. It seems that we must age, try, fail, and experience in order to grow and learn. Still, at that point, I decided to change my whole approach. I would be kind, I would be attentive, I would... it failed. It failed miserably. No, I still had love(rs). But being a bad dog was the nature of the beast, and I did not know how to undo that. Perhaps at that age with the rearing I had, that was as good as I was capable of doing. Perhaps too, I simply did not understand enough to fundamentally change either my use of Game, definitely not the main other variable (women), nor the circumstances of social disconnect with sexual amoral attitudes and allowances. Even a stint being celibate did not fix the problem. I kept trying, and failing, ending up in my own doghouse of shame in spite of having no difficulty finding, keeping, ditching, or even having multiple love(r)s.
It has only been in the last 10 years that I came to understand a few more things which would allow me to rearrange my life a bit. I realized that the ends I was getting were not the ends I was looking to obtain. However, I realized too that the means, generally, had nothing to do with the outcome. Game, by itself, is the only functional manner in which to find a mate, whether temporary or long term. So, I had to ask, what was my problem. Other variables, of course. Choosing women who could not or would not be viable long term loves or lovers (more or less on that last... digging up bones was an occasional habit back then). As well, having no clear cut idea of what I wanted with a woman (the classic... dog chases car every day for weeks, one day he catches it... then what?). Beyond, I did not know if I even wanted a family.
Time to make some decisions. My last love(r), my current lady friend, was the last of my mistakes. Friend? Sure, give or take, and for my part. I can never trust her with anything significant, there is something fundamentally wrong with her. After her, I became celibate again, and attempt to keep that as close to a vow as I am humanly possible. In this state, I have been considering what I want with a woman, whether I want a family, and how to achieve those things.
Game, as I have suggested, as brutal as it is, is the only method. It creates a hunger in her, it develops some of the natural antagonism needed for a partnership (call it the emotion aus jus of love, romance, and that sort of thing). It also creates a hierarchy in the relationship. It is part of our animal inheritance, I should guess. I have decided I want a woman for more than sex. As fascinating of creatures as they are sexually, there has always seemed more too them, if I have never understood that (and realize I probably never will). Still, I do not have to understand women fully to fully engage them as whole beings. They have so much to offer. Being as often wrong as right, like us, melding the minds to a degree can come up with better options (in certain areas... out of my computer, woman!). A bit more, I do want a family. Children, that is, along with a wife.
Time is growing late. Oh, I could live to twice my current age and more. But do I really want to be a 90 year old father? Or a 70 year old father. Heck, if I start now, I will just push them out of the door before I hit my mid-sixties. Still, I suppose, I do have some time. Now, though, it is time to seriously begin looking. I am not sure how deep or wide the pool of women is here. But I do know I will be looking, using Game, winnowing a good bit, and may well come up with a wife. Children? As with all things, this too is in His hands.
As with many changes planned and being actuated, this is becoming more real every day. This search will take place. A wife, children, as I said, knowing whether or not either will be found or produced is not within my perview. All I can do is go out and beat the street, knock on doors, and try to tame my own shrew. What a change, and yet such little changes compared to what I thought was needed. I suppose, too, even in this and back then, I think God was guiding. If nothing else through the gift of conscience. I bowed to it and Him and here I am, looking for a second master in the form of a mistress. Go figure. It is, indeed, His plan.
Good night, Uncle Bobby. I will say a prayer for the deliverance and rest of your soul tonight.
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After hearing this term batted back and forth, all this jazz about alphas, betas, and whatnot, and a very little reading (I was not really all that excited about it, just curious), I could not wrap my mind about what was being discussed, so I simply ignored the matter to a degree. And so it has been for some time. Then, recently, it came to me... That is what was used every time I had a dalliance. There is no trick to it, no magic, no... anything. It is what a man uses when he wants to get close to a woman, or quite often, how he tames a shrew. And, to some extent, are they not all shrews? It is part of their game, I suppose. Some play it up front, others play it mid game, some use it as end game strategy, I suppose others are shrewish off and on. I do not really know the strategy of women, it seemed quite irrelevant to my needs, purposes, goals, or the results to be honest.
It does seem as though someone has spent a great deal of time turning what any experienced, half-sharp, typical boy then man will figure out on his own. I have to wonder how pencil-necked the author must be. Even if his strategy works for him, I have to think that it is the only strategy which would. I could be wrong, but I would have to find out better to believe. And, as usual, I would still be somewhat suspicious. Turning the art and aggression of romance into chess just does not cut it. Too much is missing, more so since the stated ends of most of the "gurus" of Game is merely sex.
So, after all this time about wondering what this thing is, I realize, I have known it my whole life. Or, since I was about 5. That is when I "seduced" my first lover. Neither of us new a thing, but I did get it done. If too, I had no clue at the time what 'done' meant, only that I could not bring myself to quit until it was, until years later. Three or four years after that, I began having more regular sex and finally understood. Ah, orgasm.
It was in my early 20's when I decided that Game was not right. Well, perhaps how I was using Game was the thing that was incorrect, if I did not understand that at the time. It seems that we must age, try, fail, and experience in order to grow and learn. Still, at that point, I decided to change my whole approach. I would be kind, I would be attentive, I would... it failed. It failed miserably. No, I still had love(rs). But being a bad dog was the nature of the beast, and I did not know how to undo that. Perhaps at that age with the rearing I had, that was as good as I was capable of doing. Perhaps too, I simply did not understand enough to fundamentally change either my use of Game, definitely not the main other variable (women), nor the circumstances of social disconnect with sexual amoral attitudes and allowances. Even a stint being celibate did not fix the problem. I kept trying, and failing, ending up in my own doghouse of shame in spite of having no difficulty finding, keeping, ditching, or even having multiple love(r)s.
It has only been in the last 10 years that I came to understand a few more things which would allow me to rearrange my life a bit. I realized that the ends I was getting were not the ends I was looking to obtain. However, I realized too that the means, generally, had nothing to do with the outcome. Game, by itself, is the only functional manner in which to find a mate, whether temporary or long term. So, I had to ask, what was my problem. Other variables, of course. Choosing women who could not or would not be viable long term loves or lovers (more or less on that last... digging up bones was an occasional habit back then). As well, having no clear cut idea of what I wanted with a woman (the classic... dog chases car every day for weeks, one day he catches it... then what?). Beyond, I did not know if I even wanted a family.
Time to make some decisions. My last love(r), my current lady friend, was the last of my mistakes. Friend? Sure, give or take, and for my part. I can never trust her with anything significant, there is something fundamentally wrong with her. After her, I became celibate again, and attempt to keep that as close to a vow as I am humanly possible. In this state, I have been considering what I want with a woman, whether I want a family, and how to achieve those things.
Game, as I have suggested, as brutal as it is, is the only method. It creates a hunger in her, it develops some of the natural antagonism needed for a partnership (call it the emotion aus jus of love, romance, and that sort of thing). It also creates a hierarchy in the relationship. It is part of our animal inheritance, I should guess. I have decided I want a woman for more than sex. As fascinating of creatures as they are sexually, there has always seemed more too them, if I have never understood that (and realize I probably never will). Still, I do not have to understand women fully to fully engage them as whole beings. They have so much to offer. Being as often wrong as right, like us, melding the minds to a degree can come up with better options (in certain areas... out of my computer, woman!). A bit more, I do want a family. Children, that is, along with a wife.
Time is growing late. Oh, I could live to twice my current age and more. But do I really want to be a 90 year old father? Or a 70 year old father. Heck, if I start now, I will just push them out of the door before I hit my mid-sixties. Still, I suppose, I do have some time. Now, though, it is time to seriously begin looking. I am not sure how deep or wide the pool of women is here. But I do know I will be looking, using Game, winnowing a good bit, and may well come up with a wife. Children? As with all things, this too is in His hands.
As with many changes planned and being actuated, this is becoming more real every day. This search will take place. A wife, children, as I said, knowing whether or not either will be found or produced is not within my perview. All I can do is go out and beat the street, knock on doors, and try to tame my own shrew. What a change, and yet such little changes compared to what I thought was needed. I suppose, too, even in this and back then, I think God was guiding. If nothing else through the gift of conscience. I bowed to it and Him and here I am, looking for a second master in the form of a mistress. Go figure. It is, indeed, His plan.
Good night, Uncle Bobby. I will say a prayer for the deliverance and rest of your soul tonight.
What a day!
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And, I think, I mean that in the best of ways.
I did get my shower and make it to city hall in time to talk to... someone. She is not the regular clerk, secretary, mayor, whoever, but she was friendly, took my name and phone number, and will pass it on. Monday is trash day, every other Monday is recycling. Today was both. Okay, I can do that. Still, I had not gotten everything I wanted to take to town, so I came back home and grabbed some things, ensuring Sam did not sneak, shove, or sprint by me as my time was short, or so I thought.
In town I stopped at... it seems like... a dozen places. Sam's Club employees allowed me to wander the halls. While there, I took down the price of various items I know I use, marking the numbers and the price on my little "pad". Next, a visit to the coop. They have things Sam's Club simply did not seem to carry (though... well, it was me looking and I was not exactly doing an inventory). I took some prices down there and picked up several pounds of hard red wheat, among other things. Oh, right, I purchased tahini, for hummus, which I will make... soon, I am sure. After that, I went to lunch. Then, to what I thought was my appointment. But both today and tomorrow have appointments at 17:00 and then 17:30. So, to Lowe's I go. Screen, for the wheat system, since my internet search came up bust. As well, I purchased a couple of wire clippers, better ones. One for the vehicle and one for the house, so I do not cut myself again. I almost got cut again recently, while cutting those same type of bindings. So, I promised to get these but with so much going on and such large lists of so many varieties... Well, today was the day.
I then went to a grocery store to attempt to get my regular toilet paper and paper towels. They were well over twice the price I am familiar with! Running a little low on time and energy, I called to see if my friend was home. Sure enough, and he thought it would be just fine if I came by. So, on my way, I grabbed him a bit to eat as thanks. Plus, he does not eat like he should anyway. When I arrived, we talked a bit. He is looking a little pale. The good news? He did try to visit the doctor who worked on him before, but the doctor was out for today, as was his staff. So, he will be calling tomorrow. Whatever I said lit a fire and he is taking care. Good, good... I am pleased with him. I only said the obvious.
The chiropractic appointments, to be honest, are excellent. Not only is pain, for the most part, really leaving (mostly, which is quite good) but too, from interaction and the 'works', whole body flexibility and function seems to be... advancing. This is quite good. Yeah, I know, doubting Thomas and all... I will admit to still being dubious. It is just that results will win me where words will not, even if then only partially. Oh, while discussing my exploration of wheat cereal with my doc, he seemed a bit excited himself. He is a solid collector of foods and whatnot, but had not really considered how to use this it seems. So, when I get my stupid printer to work (or buy a new one as may be needed), I will print out a copy for him. Oh yes, another thing while there. I was asking where he goes, where the best prices for this type of thing is. He told me about a Mormon outlet there in town. I will be visiting it tomorrow and will see what they have, prices, and information available! He says they do not run a profit business and that any are welcome. Being a talker has it's benefits... usually.
After the appointment, I had to make one or more stops. First a fax was sent, to the insurance adjuster. I have another two faxes to be sent but cannot do that until I can write a letter, print it, then fax that with another paper. I bought printer ink, but I think it is the wrong one, so it needs to be returned tomorrow. I decided to try and do the rest of my shopping at Wal-Mart. TP, paper towels, of course, but I also grabbed printer paper, a water timer, leaky hose for watering (though that may go back, depending on the sprinkler), fertilized potting soil (organic, but that is all they had), 4 more small planters, and jars for the wheat. I could not find a funnel that would fit the thermos, so... I bought an oil funnel and will trim it. Do not worry, D.C., I will not use duct tape on any of it and make matters more hick!
I think, I think I say, that is all I did today, though I make no guarantees. Upon arriving home, I called my mother to see if she has arranged for wheelchair service at the airport. Not yet, but I will keep both her and my friend reminded. What an EXCITING, LONG, BUSY, SUCCESSFUL DAY! My world, is, indeed, changing and for the better.
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And, I think, I mean that in the best of ways.
I did get my shower and make it to city hall in time to talk to... someone. She is not the regular clerk, secretary, mayor, whoever, but she was friendly, took my name and phone number, and will pass it on. Monday is trash day, every other Monday is recycling. Today was both. Okay, I can do that. Still, I had not gotten everything I wanted to take to town, so I came back home and grabbed some things, ensuring Sam did not sneak, shove, or sprint by me as my time was short, or so I thought.
In town I stopped at... it seems like... a dozen places. Sam's Club employees allowed me to wander the halls. While there, I took down the price of various items I know I use, marking the numbers and the price on my little "pad". Next, a visit to the coop. They have things Sam's Club simply did not seem to carry (though... well, it was me looking and I was not exactly doing an inventory). I took some prices down there and picked up several pounds of hard red wheat, among other things. Oh, right, I purchased tahini, for hummus, which I will make... soon, I am sure. After that, I went to lunch. Then, to what I thought was my appointment. But both today and tomorrow have appointments at 17:00 and then 17:30. So, to Lowe's I go. Screen, for the wheat system, since my internet search came up bust. As well, I purchased a couple of wire clippers, better ones. One for the vehicle and one for the house, so I do not cut myself again. I almost got cut again recently, while cutting those same type of bindings. So, I promised to get these but with so much going on and such large lists of so many varieties... Well, today was the day.
I then went to a grocery store to attempt to get my regular toilet paper and paper towels. They were well over twice the price I am familiar with! Running a little low on time and energy, I called to see if my friend was home. Sure enough, and he thought it would be just fine if I came by. So, on my way, I grabbed him a bit to eat as thanks. Plus, he does not eat like he should anyway. When I arrived, we talked a bit. He is looking a little pale. The good news? He did try to visit the doctor who worked on him before, but the doctor was out for today, as was his staff. So, he will be calling tomorrow. Whatever I said lit a fire and he is taking care. Good, good... I am pleased with him. I only said the obvious.
The chiropractic appointments, to be honest, are excellent. Not only is pain, for the most part, really leaving (mostly, which is quite good) but too, from interaction and the 'works', whole body flexibility and function seems to be... advancing. This is quite good. Yeah, I know, doubting Thomas and all... I will admit to still being dubious. It is just that results will win me where words will not, even if then only partially. Oh, while discussing my exploration of wheat cereal with my doc, he seemed a bit excited himself. He is a solid collector of foods and whatnot, but had not really considered how to use this it seems. So, when I get my stupid printer to work (or buy a new one as may be needed), I will print out a copy for him. Oh yes, another thing while there. I was asking where he goes, where the best prices for this type of thing is. He told me about a Mormon outlet there in town. I will be visiting it tomorrow and will see what they have, prices, and information available! He says they do not run a profit business and that any are welcome. Being a talker has it's benefits... usually.
After the appointment, I had to make one or more stops. First a fax was sent, to the insurance adjuster. I have another two faxes to be sent but cannot do that until I can write a letter, print it, then fax that with another paper. I bought printer ink, but I think it is the wrong one, so it needs to be returned tomorrow. I decided to try and do the rest of my shopping at Wal-Mart. TP, paper towels, of course, but I also grabbed printer paper, a water timer, leaky hose for watering (though that may go back, depending on the sprinkler), fertilized potting soil (organic, but that is all they had), 4 more small planters, and jars for the wheat. I could not find a funnel that would fit the thermos, so... I bought an oil funnel and will trim it. Do not worry, D.C., I will not use duct tape on any of it and make matters more hick!
I think, I think I say, that is all I did today, though I make no guarantees. Upon arriving home, I called my mother to see if she has arranged for wheelchair service at the airport. Not yet, but I will keep both her and my friend reminded. What an EXCITING, LONG, BUSY, SUCCESSFUL DAY! My world, is, indeed, changing and for the better.
Up and moving.
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An hour later than I had hoped, and still having to chug through to wake up, but. I might still make it to city hall in time to transfer utilities. As well, I am chugging to wakefulness much quicker today than... in a long while. I have, as they say, things to do. I think this bug of life and getting things done as well as I am able is getting to me. I... like that.
I have already done one job today. I completed the drying of the last of the laundry from last night. Two more small loads and I will be done altogether. I wash woolens (socks for the most part) and whites separately. Both need cold water and special detergents (at least from time to time on the woolens). I need to figure out how to put up a clothes line, with multiple lengths of line, to utilize the summer and cut down on electricity. Plus, to some degree, I like line dried much better. Maybe not with jeans, if memory serves, but with the rest. And towels soak up more when line dried, if they are a bit 'harder' (which, to me, is usually a good thing as well).
I have a lot of plans for today, but first and foremost, is getting to city hall. Then a trip to Sam's Club, the localish coop, and maybe a few other places to get the wheat breakfast experiment of ought 10 (ha!) going. Toilette paper has to be bought! Wow, that was an oversight. I was not able to get the printer to work. I am not sure if replacing the ink cartridges will work or is even wise, but that looks like the next move. And, I can fax one of the things I need to send in today. Then a stop by to see my friend and give him another jolt of my opinion. And of course, my appointment in there somewhere. Shrug... I will do what I can.
Oh, my comment section seems to be dysfunctional. I get the emails with the comments, and even respond to them, but... They simply are not appearing on my page. As well, when I comment on some other blogs, my comments have not been showing up, even one's not affiliated with blogger. I wonder if there is some sort of partial block on things. A hacker, government experiment (to block specific people), or some such going on, or whether blogger . com has bungled things (or my ISP has). Hard to tell. I might never know for certain.
Laterz!
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An hour later than I had hoped, and still having to chug through to wake up, but. I might still make it to city hall in time to transfer utilities. As well, I am chugging to wakefulness much quicker today than... in a long while. I have, as they say, things to do. I think this bug of life and getting things done as well as I am able is getting to me. I... like that.
I have already done one job today. I completed the drying of the last of the laundry from last night. Two more small loads and I will be done altogether. I wash woolens (socks for the most part) and whites separately. Both need cold water and special detergents (at least from time to time on the woolens). I need to figure out how to put up a clothes line, with multiple lengths of line, to utilize the summer and cut down on electricity. Plus, to some degree, I like line dried much better. Maybe not with jeans, if memory serves, but with the rest. And towels soak up more when line dried, if they are a bit 'harder' (which, to me, is usually a good thing as well).
I have a lot of plans for today, but first and foremost, is getting to city hall. Then a trip to Sam's Club, the localish coop, and maybe a few other places to get the wheat breakfast experiment of ought 10 (ha!) going. Toilette paper has to be bought! Wow, that was an oversight. I was not able to get the printer to work. I am not sure if replacing the ink cartridges will work or is even wise, but that looks like the next move. And, I can fax one of the things I need to send in today. Then a stop by to see my friend and give him another jolt of my opinion. And of course, my appointment in there somewhere. Shrug... I will do what I can.
Oh, my comment section seems to be dysfunctional. I get the emails with the comments, and even respond to them, but... They simply are not appearing on my page. As well, when I comment on some other blogs, my comments have not been showing up, even one's not affiliated with blogger. I wonder if there is some sort of partial block on things. A hacker, government experiment (to block specific people), or some such going on, or whether blogger . com has bungled things (or my ISP has). Hard to tell. I might never know for certain.
Laterz!
A rough end to a long day.
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I will not say it is a bad end, only that I am feeling it. Though little was actually accomplished, I did need the rest. And yet, I am ready for bed and have been for a while. However, some last minute chores have kept me up. I have set my alarm for 9:00, which will be tough, but I need to get local utilities covered.
I did boil a dozen eggs for breakfast this week, do three loads of laundry, the last of which will simply go into the dryer as I slip into bed. I did keep up with dishes as I cooked and ate, doing some extra along the way. I also researched a dozen topics and looked for a number of products today. The plants have been watered, Sam has been allowed in and out and in and out and is now sitting in my lap asking if sleep will happenz? So, it has not been a complete waste. Did I mention, I am looking into growing my own tobacco? Here and I had thought it to be quite illegal. Only if growing it for commercial purposes is it restricted and strictly regulated. Interesting. Chew, pipe, and cigar tobacco is of interest to me, though they obviously have cigarette tobacco. I doubt if I will need a portion of what a smoker would need, as I chew a can a week (as apposed to a pack or two a day) and smoke cigars and my pipe only occasionally.
Tomorrow will see me in to the chiropractor, at Sam's Club, to the coop, and buying a few things. Though I do have eggs boiled, that is not my favorite breakfast. However, I have decided that breakfast must be had and eggs will do. I am really hoping to have a supply of wheat and the kit for sprouted wheat breakfasts. I cannot say if I will like it. Still, like or not, it may go on the menu... much like eggs are currently on the menu.
There are so many things I am looking at and into with plans all over the board. And, yet, with my finances and current ability, some of it looks neigh impossible. Of course, I thought moving to Utah was a pipedream. I thought buying a house was a lark. What can be done will be done, over time, and probably more than I think. I have to wonder that many people are in the same boat. And people that are much further along feel, oddly, the same way I do. How to get there fast enough without destroying their life or even health, and in many ways. I have come to a, possibly wrong, conclusion that the people who lived here before me went too far in a contracting economy and lost it all. They pushed well, but then got lost on the road to capital wealth.
False environmentalist did not help them, they must have left a couple hundred dollars in those fancy new light bulbs, most of them seem quite new. As usual, I have had two new ones burn out already. I will replace the lot of them, and no, I will not be finding some toxic recycling or dumping ground and paying a small fortune to dispose of them properly... or what they say is proper. A simple burial in the local landfill with a promise never to buy such dread things again. And a weary sigh at the foolishness of it all. They are cooler, literally, but at the price in so many ways, they might as well be nuclear waste.
Well, a few more things folded, put on hangers, or otherwise properly reposed until their use is needed, and then sleep. For some reason, this day seems to be one of my longest on recall. Just one of those things...
Good night, Nancy. Yeah, I remember you well and warmly, and even know where you are. Sweet dreams little one.
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I will not say it is a bad end, only that I am feeling it. Though little was actually accomplished, I did need the rest. And yet, I am ready for bed and have been for a while. However, some last minute chores have kept me up. I have set my alarm for 9:00, which will be tough, but I need to get local utilities covered.
I did boil a dozen eggs for breakfast this week, do three loads of laundry, the last of which will simply go into the dryer as I slip into bed. I did keep up with dishes as I cooked and ate, doing some extra along the way. I also researched a dozen topics and looked for a number of products today. The plants have been watered, Sam has been allowed in and out and in and out and is now sitting in my lap asking if sleep will happenz? So, it has not been a complete waste. Did I mention, I am looking into growing my own tobacco? Here and I had thought it to be quite illegal. Only if growing it for commercial purposes is it restricted and strictly regulated. Interesting. Chew, pipe, and cigar tobacco is of interest to me, though they obviously have cigarette tobacco. I doubt if I will need a portion of what a smoker would need, as I chew a can a week (as apposed to a pack or two a day) and smoke cigars and my pipe only occasionally.
Tomorrow will see me in to the chiropractor, at Sam's Club, to the coop, and buying a few things. Though I do have eggs boiled, that is not my favorite breakfast. However, I have decided that breakfast must be had and eggs will do. I am really hoping to have a supply of wheat and the kit for sprouted wheat breakfasts. I cannot say if I will like it. Still, like or not, it may go on the menu... much like eggs are currently on the menu.
There are so many things I am looking at and into with plans all over the board. And, yet, with my finances and current ability, some of it looks neigh impossible. Of course, I thought moving to Utah was a pipedream. I thought buying a house was a lark. What can be done will be done, over time, and probably more than I think. I have to wonder that many people are in the same boat. And people that are much further along feel, oddly, the same way I do. How to get there fast enough without destroying their life or even health, and in many ways. I have come to a, possibly wrong, conclusion that the people who lived here before me went too far in a contracting economy and lost it all. They pushed well, but then got lost on the road to capital wealth.
False environmentalist did not help them, they must have left a couple hundred dollars in those fancy new light bulbs, most of them seem quite new. As usual, I have had two new ones burn out already. I will replace the lot of them, and no, I will not be finding some toxic recycling or dumping ground and paying a small fortune to dispose of them properly... or what they say is proper. A simple burial in the local landfill with a promise never to buy such dread things again. And a weary sigh at the foolishness of it all. They are cooler, literally, but at the price in so many ways, they might as well be nuclear waste.
Well, a few more things folded, put on hangers, or otherwise properly reposed until their use is needed, and then sleep. For some reason, this day seems to be one of my longest on recall. Just one of those things...
Good night, Nancy. Yeah, I remember you well and warmly, and even know where you are. Sweet dreams little one.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Utah, becoming more and more the place to be.
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Aside from having the right to carry a loaded pistol in my vehicle, open carry in most places (not the big cities, or even many small ones, mind you... though even that is becoming more likely as the state and cities hammer out who has what rights with the state coming down on the citizen's side of things... and winning I think). But a law is set to be proposed allowing all Utah residents the right to conceal carry... without a permit. Beyond that, the author of the proposal is a man after my own heart. So, perhaps, there are some politicians who can get it right. Well, if fed and watered properly? And, of course, with much support. It works both ways. Here is one of the articles on the matter. I may have found a politicians whose coffers deserve a bit of my, if piddly, money. Sure, give if you like, but why not find your own politicians? Unless you live in Utah, then send it in!
Something else they might be doing is offering the option to license, for out of state reciprocity purposes. One of the things that might change with that is to add range shooting qualification for an even greater reciprocity. Nothing says loving like arming the ants?
That is something I need to begin working on again. I like the idea of concealed carry (if generally I prefer open carry). Sometimes, however, conceal carry is simply smarter for a number of reasons.
Yeah, whatever. Get out of here. Ha! Or, get on your bikes and ride! (fat bottomed girls, after all and all that jazz)
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Aside from having the right to carry a loaded pistol in my vehicle, open carry in most places (not the big cities, or even many small ones, mind you... though even that is becoming more likely as the state and cities hammer out who has what rights with the state coming down on the citizen's side of things... and winning I think). But a law is set to be proposed allowing all Utah residents the right to conceal carry... without a permit. Beyond that, the author of the proposal is a man after my own heart. So, perhaps, there are some politicians who can get it right. Well, if fed and watered properly? And, of course, with much support. It works both ways. Here is one of the articles on the matter. I may have found a politicians whose coffers deserve a bit of my, if piddly, money. Sure, give if you like, but why not find your own politicians? Unless you live in Utah, then send it in!
Something else they might be doing is offering the option to license, for out of state reciprocity purposes. One of the things that might change with that is to add range shooting qualification for an even greater reciprocity. Nothing says loving like arming the ants?
That is something I need to begin working on again. I like the idea of concealed carry (if generally I prefer open carry). Sometimes, however, conceal carry is simply smarter for a number of reasons.
Yeah, whatever. Get out of here. Ha! Or, get on your bikes and ride! (fat bottomed girls, after all and all that jazz)
Doh! It is Monday.
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For whatever reason I was thinking today was still Sunday. I missed yesterday's meal and am not having one today either as it turns out. Still, I have meat aplenty and will partake shortly. A couple of cold brots, warmed if I am in that mood, goes a long way toward fulfilling my needs and wants. I received an email from my regular hosts that next Sunday is off. So, two weeks of no company and no food? I will survive.
I am trying to get my printer to work. The fool thing says there is no paper while I know darn well there is. There might be a lever or something maladjusted. I will be tinkering with the thing over the course of the afternoon, in my usual high speed fashion. Do not look at me like that! I need and want to get it going. I have a letter to write and print and another set of tasks for it.
A discussion with D.C. (you are welcome) brought to my attention, again, the problems with bookmarks, then carrying that notion on to internet access sometimes but certainly in a SHTF scenario, not to mention the internet kill switch the dictator in chief is vying to obtain (or has received), and all things electronic are somewhat questionable. To that end, I intend to begin a project of printing and filing survival type materials. Everything from wheat cereals to cistern building plans and on to whatever I think I will, or might, eventually need. As well, some things I may never get to but which could be useful, such as larger building plans, how to cut down trees, and other such data. Along with my books about electricity, electrical systems, science, mathematics, and other sources, I will begin developing a database, in print one way or another.
If something unforeseen and catastrophic happens merely to the internet, but the world has not quite ended (as we know it), a quick scan and paste job would see any particular piece back out there for whoever may need or want it. This will further D.C.'s notion of the weakness of bookmarks, and his idea of creating a sidebar dedicated to real ideas intended to prepare for both a more basic living and for a possible future where that might be the only option. Only, stolen and implemented here... soon... Yes, soon, maybe, or shortly.
Of course, I am filling a already overloaded job basket with more jobs, but that will help me stretch. More, it fits my style of doing things and is more practical than some of the work projects currently in the near queue. As well, it might well end up with me doing some of my projects a lot better, with less expense and greater function (and perhaps form), than what I might have stumbled through on my own. Yes, yes, I do think this will work.
Anyway, first I have to get the dratted printer to print.
Ciao.
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For whatever reason I was thinking today was still Sunday. I missed yesterday's meal and am not having one today either as it turns out. Still, I have meat aplenty and will partake shortly. A couple of cold brots, warmed if I am in that mood, goes a long way toward fulfilling my needs and wants. I received an email from my regular hosts that next Sunday is off. So, two weeks of no company and no food? I will survive.
I am trying to get my printer to work. The fool thing says there is no paper while I know darn well there is. There might be a lever or something maladjusted. I will be tinkering with the thing over the course of the afternoon, in my usual high speed fashion. Do not look at me like that! I need and want to get it going. I have a letter to write and print and another set of tasks for it.
A discussion with D.C. (you are welcome) brought to my attention, again, the problems with bookmarks, then carrying that notion on to internet access sometimes but certainly in a SHTF scenario, not to mention the internet kill switch the dictator in chief is vying to obtain (or has received), and all things electronic are somewhat questionable. To that end, I intend to begin a project of printing and filing survival type materials. Everything from wheat cereals to cistern building plans and on to whatever I think I will, or might, eventually need. As well, some things I may never get to but which could be useful, such as larger building plans, how to cut down trees, and other such data. Along with my books about electricity, electrical systems, science, mathematics, and other sources, I will begin developing a database, in print one way or another.
If something unforeseen and catastrophic happens merely to the internet, but the world has not quite ended (as we know it), a quick scan and paste job would see any particular piece back out there for whoever may need or want it. This will further D.C.'s notion of the weakness of bookmarks, and his idea of creating a sidebar dedicated to real ideas intended to prepare for both a more basic living and for a possible future where that might be the only option. Only, stolen and implemented here... soon... Yes, soon, maybe, or shortly.
Of course, I am filling a already overloaded job basket with more jobs, but that will help me stretch. More, it fits my style of doing things and is more practical than some of the work projects currently in the near queue. As well, it might well end up with me doing some of my projects a lot better, with less expense and greater function (and perhaps form), than what I might have stumbled through on my own. Yes, yes, I do think this will work.
Anyway, first I have to get the dratted printer to print.
Ciao.
Sympathy? Yes and no.
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More on the negative side of things. That is not always true. If people are in a poor position with little or no fault of their own, I exude sympathy, empathy, or the like. If those cases are rare, so much the better. I will not give sympathy for a lack of self concern, a modicum of attention to upkeep of devices and equipment, a reliance upon unrealiable, unsavory, or unwise principles, people, or processes, and none for a lack of effort on the part of the protagonist. However, if in deep, I have the time, I see some effort, or I judge a nudge is needed, I will offer that in the absence of the sympathy, et al.
My friend called me today to tell me he had two nose bleeds. Both lasting an hour or more. These are the nose bleeds that have caused me to actually witness him being filled with 1 large bag of saline, 3 small bags of saline, and 3 units of blood! He knows of a fix, but he has been reluctant to push for the surgery. True, the surgery is temporary, lasting only 2 to 5 years. True, his finances are slim (if he manages them very well). And, sure, he is dependent on the charity of a local, state, and national populace. However, by not taking care and going for the fix, he is ending up costing more in emergency room procedures. He may well have, through loss of blood, caused his iron deficiency as well as other deficiencies in his blood. And he is risking his very life.
When he called today, he thought he would receive sympathy. Or, maybe that was on his mind. It was not in the offing. I gave him a stern set of my thoughts on the matter. Further, he will not get away with merely that. I will be checking his progress in contacting the doctor who has fixed his bleeding twice or more in the past. He has some anomaly in his nose, the cartilage, which causes the bleeding. It can and has been patched. I will bug him when I visit and by phone until he arranges an appointment.
It is his life, but if he is going to impact my life with his problem, I am going to counter that with action. I told him I do not want to hear that he was found dead in his apartment because he let a nose bleed go. Oh, I also told him to call someone if his nose bleeds more than half an hour. Well, it does not so much bleed as squirt blood right through whatever he tries to suppress it with. Two of such, or several of those over several days, and he might find himself unable to think fully, like the day I took him to the ER. He will die.
I also suggested that, at this time, he is merely a government subsidy to hospitals and clinics. He is a mild money-maker for them. If he takes the right steps, he will become expensive enough that they will see to a fix. If that house in Malibu is becoming less attractive because of a patient, that patient will go to the head of the line for a real fix rather than a mild patch. And, yes, I think that is true. Too much of medical, especially for the poor, is about using them to pad the bottom line at the least expense to the medical community. It is not about comprehensive health care. This, before the obamanation thing. I can only imagine afterward! Heck, I think the V.A. is, anymore, just a secure job for often unemployable doctors, nurses, and bureaucrats than anything resembling health care for disabled veterans. It has been opened to any and all veteran, not just disabled veterans, making it just another medicaid type scam. Or, something like that.
Bah! But NO sympathy. If I had a reasonable medical practice with which to work, I would be doing so. If they knew what was wrong and proved useful in fixing it, I would be at the V.A. He has it and will not use it. Only anger, scorn, and a push will he get. Just saying.
Anyway. One thing off my list, as he is feeling too weak to attend the family event, so I too will not be attending. I am both happy and disappointed. I like his family and gatherings in general. I was looking forward to another meal out. And I like seeing him get together with his family, whether he likes it always or not. Though I know he does if we share curmudgeon notions about everything from time to time, for him, it shows on this issue. However, now I will not miss my regular Sunday affair on top of it. It would have been too late to do both. And, I have a few things I would like to share with my hosts. One, that they might be eligible now for one of the obamanation medical plans and then about that breakfast of champions (or lunch, or option) I wrote of earlier. So, good and bad, take it as it comes.
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More on the negative side of things. That is not always true. If people are in a poor position with little or no fault of their own, I exude sympathy, empathy, or the like. If those cases are rare, so much the better. I will not give sympathy for a lack of self concern, a modicum of attention to upkeep of devices and equipment, a reliance upon unrealiable, unsavory, or unwise principles, people, or processes, and none for a lack of effort on the part of the protagonist. However, if in deep, I have the time, I see some effort, or I judge a nudge is needed, I will offer that in the absence of the sympathy, et al.
My friend called me today to tell me he had two nose bleeds. Both lasting an hour or more. These are the nose bleeds that have caused me to actually witness him being filled with 1 large bag of saline, 3 small bags of saline, and 3 units of blood! He knows of a fix, but he has been reluctant to push for the surgery. True, the surgery is temporary, lasting only 2 to 5 years. True, his finances are slim (if he manages them very well). And, sure, he is dependent on the charity of a local, state, and national populace. However, by not taking care and going for the fix, he is ending up costing more in emergency room procedures. He may well have, through loss of blood, caused his iron deficiency as well as other deficiencies in his blood. And he is risking his very life.
When he called today, he thought he would receive sympathy. Or, maybe that was on his mind. It was not in the offing. I gave him a stern set of my thoughts on the matter. Further, he will not get away with merely that. I will be checking his progress in contacting the doctor who has fixed his bleeding twice or more in the past. He has some anomaly in his nose, the cartilage, which causes the bleeding. It can and has been patched. I will bug him when I visit and by phone until he arranges an appointment.
It is his life, but if he is going to impact my life with his problem, I am going to counter that with action. I told him I do not want to hear that he was found dead in his apartment because he let a nose bleed go. Oh, I also told him to call someone if his nose bleeds more than half an hour. Well, it does not so much bleed as squirt blood right through whatever he tries to suppress it with. Two of such, or several of those over several days, and he might find himself unable to think fully, like the day I took him to the ER. He will die.
I also suggested that, at this time, he is merely a government subsidy to hospitals and clinics. He is a mild money-maker for them. If he takes the right steps, he will become expensive enough that they will see to a fix. If that house in Malibu is becoming less attractive because of a patient, that patient will go to the head of the line for a real fix rather than a mild patch. And, yes, I think that is true. Too much of medical, especially for the poor, is about using them to pad the bottom line at the least expense to the medical community. It is not about comprehensive health care. This, before the obamanation thing. I can only imagine afterward! Heck, I think the V.A. is, anymore, just a secure job for often unemployable doctors, nurses, and bureaucrats than anything resembling health care for disabled veterans. It has been opened to any and all veteran, not just disabled veterans, making it just another medicaid type scam. Or, something like that.
Bah! But NO sympathy. If I had a reasonable medical practice with which to work, I would be doing so. If they knew what was wrong and proved useful in fixing it, I would be at the V.A. He has it and will not use it. Only anger, scorn, and a push will he get. Just saying.
Anyway. One thing off my list, as he is feeling too weak to attend the family event, so I too will not be attending. I am both happy and disappointed. I like his family and gatherings in general. I was looking forward to another meal out. And I like seeing him get together with his family, whether he likes it always or not. Though I know he does if we share curmudgeon notions about everything from time to time, for him, it shows on this issue. However, now I will not miss my regular Sunday affair on top of it. It would have been too late to do both. And, I have a few things I would like to share with my hosts. One, that they might be eligible now for one of the obamanation medical plans and then about that breakfast of champions (or lunch, or option) I wrote of earlier. So, good and bad, take it as it comes.
A new day, new food plans, and assundry.
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I have not received a call from my friend. I had a tough morning though, so that is good. I woke at 9:30, easily, but was in such pain from headache, neck, and back or something... that I took some (lots of) aspirin and went back to bed for an hour. Oh what help that was. I was not necessarily tired, but the pain was... severe. I was not awake enough to isolate where or what regarding the pain, just that there was a wall of it and I could not function through it. The extra hour helped, with the aspirin. The mix is almost a pure cure to any pains of neck, head, back, and shoulders I have every experienced. More will be needed later, I know this too.
I will, now, after waking up, prepare for the day. Shower, shave, brush teeth and hair, dress and put on a smiley face, give or take. Hopefully to be ready for a call. I may even, if not called by then, drive in to town and just visit with my friend until the call arrives. That way we will be ready whenever and close at hand as well.
After a bit of back and forth on whole wheat for breakfast, I think I am sold. As well, the people who kindly allowed me a month overstay with them at their house, the Mr. in particular, had a breakfast meal of his own of rice, legumes, and maybe some other stuff, that I am considering adding to my diet. I could see using one as breakfast, the other as lunch, saving meat for dinner. I know that when I do not eat something early and for lunch, I eat much more all at once, I do not have as much daylong stamina, and there are other problems. I would guess my current eating habits are tres mal. Sehr gut is the way to go.
And you all thought I was merely looking for a different place. No, what I am seeking out here is a new life. A life with some future and longevity. A life with meaning, purpose, use, and function. And a simple change of location will not offer that, it was only the doorway and an offering of the fertile grounds and good neighbors with and with whom to explore and conquer this concept. No, the quest has only just begun.
I feel, sometimes, nearly hopelessly overwhelmed. Changing habits, preconceived notions, long held beliefs, patterns of living, on top of being in unfamiliar territory as a vast minority is asking just a bit. And yet, God seems to be with me. As I attempt to follow His ways, pray to do His will, and honestly attempt to give my life over to Him, I find myself meeting the right people at the right time to make a shift here. Learning a new concept there. And beginning to see myself, others, and even God in a way I could not have foreseen. My only credit has been that I heard His voice and decided to follow it. And, here I am. I do need to get to Church, my following needs both legitimate guidance, functional worship, and fellowship or it might easily become warped. And, that is coming. It is all coming, one piece, one thought, one action at a time.
Anyway, that is what I see on a sunny Sunday afternoon, in northern Utah, sitting in my new home. Pleased, satisfied, but knowing the road is not done and it is not an easy road to follow or stay on.
Hup, best get to some things. Good day.
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I have not received a call from my friend. I had a tough morning though, so that is good. I woke at 9:30, easily, but was in such pain from headache, neck, and back or something... that I took some (lots of) aspirin and went back to bed for an hour. Oh what help that was. I was not necessarily tired, but the pain was... severe. I was not awake enough to isolate where or what regarding the pain, just that there was a wall of it and I could not function through it. The extra hour helped, with the aspirin. The mix is almost a pure cure to any pains of neck, head, back, and shoulders I have every experienced. More will be needed later, I know this too.
I will, now, after waking up, prepare for the day. Shower, shave, brush teeth and hair, dress and put on a smiley face, give or take. Hopefully to be ready for a call. I may even, if not called by then, drive in to town and just visit with my friend until the call arrives. That way we will be ready whenever and close at hand as well.
After a bit of back and forth on whole wheat for breakfast, I think I am sold. As well, the people who kindly allowed me a month overstay with them at their house, the Mr. in particular, had a breakfast meal of his own of rice, legumes, and maybe some other stuff, that I am considering adding to my diet. I could see using one as breakfast, the other as lunch, saving meat for dinner. I know that when I do not eat something early and for lunch, I eat much more all at once, I do not have as much daylong stamina, and there are other problems. I would guess my current eating habits are tres mal. Sehr gut is the way to go.
And you all thought I was merely looking for a different place. No, what I am seeking out here is a new life. A life with some future and longevity. A life with meaning, purpose, use, and function. And a simple change of location will not offer that, it was only the doorway and an offering of the fertile grounds and good neighbors with and with whom to explore and conquer this concept. No, the quest has only just begun.
I feel, sometimes, nearly hopelessly overwhelmed. Changing habits, preconceived notions, long held beliefs, patterns of living, on top of being in unfamiliar territory as a vast minority is asking just a bit. And yet, God seems to be with me. As I attempt to follow His ways, pray to do His will, and honestly attempt to give my life over to Him, I find myself meeting the right people at the right time to make a shift here. Learning a new concept there. And beginning to see myself, others, and even God in a way I could not have foreseen. My only credit has been that I heard His voice and decided to follow it. And, here I am. I do need to get to Church, my following needs both legitimate guidance, functional worship, and fellowship or it might easily become warped. And, that is coming. It is all coming, one piece, one thought, one action at a time.
Anyway, that is what I see on a sunny Sunday afternoon, in northern Utah, sitting in my new home. Pleased, satisfied, but knowing the road is not done and it is not an easy road to follow or stay on.
Hup, best get to some things. Good day.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
A nice celebration, but...
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It is not over. I have been invited to another celebration party tomorrow some time. The family of my friend has invited him and the "funny looking guy"... or so he says. I asked, "Really?", and he actually fell for it and answered, "No!".
Anyway, chuck roast, hamburgers, brots, and ribs were cooked on the grill tonight. With so much on such a limited space, it took a bit longer to cook. Still, it all finished well and was tasty too! He ate little, but sometimes he is like that. Age and health are not in his favor. Then again, a large baked potato with butter and sour cream does fill one up. I had a smattering of this and that and it was, indeed, good.
I am learning how to keep the cat from the raw and cooked foods. I have learned to be a little tricky and vigilant when that is not possible. The trash, unfortunately, is going to have to be secured in some other fashion though. She has figured out how to tip the kitchen basket. I bought one with a lid she cannot penetrate, but when it tips, that comes off.
I am enjoying the weekend, and for the most part, not worrying about anything. I hope many people are doing that as well. Though I suspect with unemployment, so many businesses going out of business, the poor outlook on improvement, and the mud of socialism washing over everything and everyone, that may not be as true as I hope. I do not pray for jobs so much, but I do pray that people find their own way in this mess. Jobs will not come by prayer but through political change. Even a change back to the last President Bush would be, well, mostly, good enough, in the short term. If we do not turn back the clocks politically, back to before Democrats were open socialists and Republicans became secret socialists, there is not going to be a grand new economic tomorrow... Ever. As I said though, I attempt not to look at these things.
I am looking forward to tomorrow. Depending on when that party is, I may end up going to two meals out, with my regular Sunday dinner group and the dinner with the family of my friend. Wow, food! I have been living on leftovers for a goodly while, and frozen dinners for a good bit before that, so real fresh food is like catnip to a cat? Something like that. I did stuff a bit tonight. I think, somehow though, I will manage tomorrow. On some things I really am an optimist.
And, I did the dishes before I left. The meat is safely stowed in the refrigerator. The plants will get their second watering of the day. My belly looks happy, if somewhat sleepy. So, it is about time to crawl into bed and enjoy a cool night, the temp is supposed to drop to a delicious crisp 45 F. Oh, I will sleep. I will sleep well, hard, deep, and fat. I will dream of steers which I can cut off what I want to eat and ride the rest home. I will dream of cool refreshing drinks and chatter. I will dream of pleasant days, pleasant company, and a world to explore. I might even fly tonight on my way to some dreamy place or mission against tyranny.
Be well. This dog is going to his doghouse. Good night, Shelly.
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It is not over. I have been invited to another celebration party tomorrow some time. The family of my friend has invited him and the "funny looking guy"... or so he says. I asked, "Really?", and he actually fell for it and answered, "No!".
Anyway, chuck roast, hamburgers, brots, and ribs were cooked on the grill tonight. With so much on such a limited space, it took a bit longer to cook. Still, it all finished well and was tasty too! He ate little, but sometimes he is like that. Age and health are not in his favor. Then again, a large baked potato with butter and sour cream does fill one up. I had a smattering of this and that and it was, indeed, good.
I am learning how to keep the cat from the raw and cooked foods. I have learned to be a little tricky and vigilant when that is not possible. The trash, unfortunately, is going to have to be secured in some other fashion though. She has figured out how to tip the kitchen basket. I bought one with a lid she cannot penetrate, but when it tips, that comes off.
I am enjoying the weekend, and for the most part, not worrying about anything. I hope many people are doing that as well. Though I suspect with unemployment, so many businesses going out of business, the poor outlook on improvement, and the mud of socialism washing over everything and everyone, that may not be as true as I hope. I do not pray for jobs so much, but I do pray that people find their own way in this mess. Jobs will not come by prayer but through political change. Even a change back to the last President Bush would be, well, mostly, good enough, in the short term. If we do not turn back the clocks politically, back to before Democrats were open socialists and Republicans became secret socialists, there is not going to be a grand new economic tomorrow... Ever. As I said though, I attempt not to look at these things.
I am looking forward to tomorrow. Depending on when that party is, I may end up going to two meals out, with my regular Sunday dinner group and the dinner with the family of my friend. Wow, food! I have been living on leftovers for a goodly while, and frozen dinners for a good bit before that, so real fresh food is like catnip to a cat? Something like that. I did stuff a bit tonight. I think, somehow though, I will manage tomorrow. On some things I really am an optimist.
And, I did the dishes before I left. The meat is safely stowed in the refrigerator. The plants will get their second watering of the day. My belly looks happy, if somewhat sleepy. So, it is about time to crawl into bed and enjoy a cool night, the temp is supposed to drop to a delicious crisp 45 F. Oh, I will sleep. I will sleep well, hard, deep, and fat. I will dream of steers which I can cut off what I want to eat and ride the rest home. I will dream of cool refreshing drinks and chatter. I will dream of pleasant days, pleasant company, and a world to explore. I might even fly tonight on my way to some dreamy place or mission against tyranny.
Be well. This dog is going to his doghouse. Good night, Shelly.
Happy 4th of July!
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On a day which celebrates the birth of a new and wonderful nation, I will celebrate. Nothing fancy mind you, having moved into a new place, only partly unpacked, with a kitchen only half way arranged, and few friends in this new place, it will be a humble grill and chill day. Do what you can with what you have though. I suppose that is what brought this young nation to prominence. Well, that and a government which usually did not interfere.
Of course, that whole line of thinking ends in an uncomfortable place, in spite of or because of the day being what it is. And, though I will celebrate, I cannot help but follow that line of thought to various possible conclusions. Only a few of those conclusions are celebratory in nature. I realize, like every man who has stepped out of his door and realized he would have to fight and maybe die for this nation, that I am in a war. Now, like during the Revolution, the war is on my doorstep, and the enemy is advancing still.
All that has allowed this nation, this geographic region, and these (my) people to advance to financial, industrial, educational, military, technological, and other prominence has been the freedom of the people. That freedom has not been so much a libertine freedom, but a freedom from criminals and the government. At this time, as probably always anyway, the difference between those two has blurred. I am quite certain, that with no manipulation, needing only prosecutors and judges who are strictly Constitutionally based, many politicians in power today could be arrested and charged with... more crimes than what a plea bargain could help them.
This group is making more laws than they understand, putting teeth in the laws in ways that are not fully understood, and creating a police state that makes every one of us a criminal. Just for being a veteran, for example, many of us are being scrutinized by the federal government. Those of us who are conservative on top of that? I wonder how large my file is now?
Further, these same politicians are destroying our economy, have disabled our schools from low to high, are neutering our military in a time of war, are encouraging our national enemies while stymieing our allies (what of those actually still exist), are destroying access and use of what our nation needs to be competitive, and are calling it all good. And to be honest, the "opposition" is both weak at best and fraudulent as a usual. We, as a people, do not have a representative government anymore.
I do not know, with absolute certainty, how bad it is or how close we are to the brink or even if we are over the tipping point. However, I do know this same situation sounds a lot like the situation that brought about the very celebration we are having today. Go ahead, have a hot dog, hamburger, steak, ribs, coleslaw, potato salad, beer, juice, water, milk, or such. Yack it up with the dudes and dudettes you know and love. Watch fireworks and light them yourself. Enjoy the day, the sun, the breeze, the chatter. But never forget why we celebrate or how thin what we celebrate has become. Think, man. This is, or was, your country. If you want to keep it, or regain it, it will be no easier, or freer, to do today than it was back when.
Cheers!
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On a day which celebrates the birth of a new and wonderful nation, I will celebrate. Nothing fancy mind you, having moved into a new place, only partly unpacked, with a kitchen only half way arranged, and few friends in this new place, it will be a humble grill and chill day. Do what you can with what you have though. I suppose that is what brought this young nation to prominence. Well, that and a government which usually did not interfere.
Of course, that whole line of thinking ends in an uncomfortable place, in spite of or because of the day being what it is. And, though I will celebrate, I cannot help but follow that line of thought to various possible conclusions. Only a few of those conclusions are celebratory in nature. I realize, like every man who has stepped out of his door and realized he would have to fight and maybe die for this nation, that I am in a war. Now, like during the Revolution, the war is on my doorstep, and the enemy is advancing still.
All that has allowed this nation, this geographic region, and these (my) people to advance to financial, industrial, educational, military, technological, and other prominence has been the freedom of the people. That freedom has not been so much a libertine freedom, but a freedom from criminals and the government. At this time, as probably always anyway, the difference between those two has blurred. I am quite certain, that with no manipulation, needing only prosecutors and judges who are strictly Constitutionally based, many politicians in power today could be arrested and charged with... more crimes than what a plea bargain could help them.
This group is making more laws than they understand, putting teeth in the laws in ways that are not fully understood, and creating a police state that makes every one of us a criminal. Just for being a veteran, for example, many of us are being scrutinized by the federal government. Those of us who are conservative on top of that? I wonder how large my file is now?
Further, these same politicians are destroying our economy, have disabled our schools from low to high, are neutering our military in a time of war, are encouraging our national enemies while stymieing our allies (what of those actually still exist), are destroying access and use of what our nation needs to be competitive, and are calling it all good. And to be honest, the "opposition" is both weak at best and fraudulent as a usual. We, as a people, do not have a representative government anymore.
I do not know, with absolute certainty, how bad it is or how close we are to the brink or even if we are over the tipping point. However, I do know this same situation sounds a lot like the situation that brought about the very celebration we are having today. Go ahead, have a hot dog, hamburger, steak, ribs, coleslaw, potato salad, beer, juice, water, milk, or such. Yack it up with the dudes and dudettes you know and love. Watch fireworks and light them yourself. Enjoy the day, the sun, the breeze, the chatter. But never forget why we celebrate or how thin what we celebrate has become. Think, man. This is, or was, your country. If you want to keep it, or regain it, it will be no easier, or freer, to do today than it was back when.
Cheers!
Dismembered Veterans to pay tax on their artificial limbs.
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I was reading my list of blogs and ran into this at Left Coast Rebel's site and wanted to pass it on. It IS important, even more important than my words (ravings). Remember that post I did a bit back, the one about evidence. Well, the link to the tax increases has something I missed or is involved with more than what I saw. One of the new taxes in it taxes artificial limbs. Democrats, it seems, purposefully and willfully denied exemptions for disabled veterans. Left Coast Rebel has more at his blog, and here specifically.
Being the 4th of July, now, technically, and here... I just thought I would let you in on how your government treats those it sends out to do what it wants. As before, you can thank your rulers by phone, fax, email, smilygram, or whatever you like. But this time, do make sure to thank them... with the harshest words you can mostly civilly muster. I am sure, with the size of the thing, they thought this would be overlooked. And, sadly, for the most part, it will be. But not here, not at LCR, and with enough bloggers passing this around, maybe the real news WILL be known. We do not need the msm anymore, have not for a long time anyway.
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I was reading my list of blogs and ran into this at Left Coast Rebel's site and wanted to pass it on. It IS important, even more important than my words (ravings). Remember that post I did a bit back, the one about evidence. Well, the link to the tax increases has something I missed or is involved with more than what I saw. One of the new taxes in it taxes artificial limbs. Democrats, it seems, purposefully and willfully denied exemptions for disabled veterans. Left Coast Rebel has more at his blog, and here specifically.
Being the 4th of July, now, technically, and here... I just thought I would let you in on how your government treats those it sends out to do what it wants. As before, you can thank your rulers by phone, fax, email, smilygram, or whatever you like. But this time, do make sure to thank them... with the harshest words you can mostly civilly muster. I am sure, with the size of the thing, they thought this would be overlooked. And, sadly, for the most part, it will be. But not here, not at LCR, and with enough bloggers passing this around, maybe the real news WILL be known. We do not need the msm anymore, have not for a long time anyway.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Trying to kick the sleepy leg over the saddle.
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It is, again, time to ride. I still have limitations. I still have a decent wound. And I still have a ton of business other than my business to do. But it is not only time... I am feeling a very strong urge which in truth I must temper... but everything is back in place for me to begin.
This is never easy. Like grabbing a snake with 4 bodies, heads, and tails, what lies before me is something I cannot seem to get a mental grasp upon and so am never sure quite where to begin. With the kitchen open again, though, I started with the dishes. All but a few that need to be rewashed and dinner items have been washed. I will finish those last before I rest tonight. Laundry will be started, though I will simply pick it up in the morning. Call it a primer to get the pump working in that area. The tools and spare parts I could not return or did not return, are being shuffled into their spaces, as I figure out where they should go anyway. And I am about ready to pick up where I left off in sorting out the kitchen.
I have a spare set of silverware to clean, dry and store. It has it's own storage box, which holds the utensils themselves, along with a host of additional pieces that came with the set. All need to be washed, dried, and stored. I have a number of boxes opened and the items have been sorted to a degree. Measuring cups to china, baking wares to butter dishes. Pots and pans boxes are yet to be opened and sorted. I am hoping I can wash and put away all that is opened and the silverware set in one day and to the pots and pans on the next workday. Sorting by use and then storing as logically as I am able. Some things, of course, will need to be rearranged as the kitchen becomes more functional and I get a better handle on where to store various items. But a beginning must start somewhere, even if it happens to be based on theory initially.
My hand, now, has pretty much closed solidly. There is still a scab about 1/4th to 1/2 inch long and 1/8th inch wide remaining. It is healing, of course, in the reverse of how an onion peels out. The area is solid, swelling still occurs to varying amounts, and it is limited in movement currently. It feels like I have another knuckle there, and on the wrong side of the hand. Though I do not think it wise to begin using it fully, I think it is time to attempt to rehabilitate it. The gyroscopic device, the little one, is what I will be using. I may only use it in that hand until I regain some strength in it. My right hand is already way overpowered in comparison, and it has been being worked exclusively and a good deal on top of that.
I cooked brots and chorizo on the grill tonight. I way overcooked them. It was better than undercooked but a flop. It served some meat, filled a hunger, but I will probably toss them. Nothing like biting into dry cardboard looking hotdogs. I will have to watch this much more closely. That grill cooks very fast, much faster than I thought possible. I will learn. For tomorrow, I pulled hamburger, ribs, and a roast out. I am going to try and cook them on the grill. I will ask my friend if he wants to come over for the event. I am guessing it has been a long time since he went to a 4th of July celebration. Not that I have decorations, all the fancy salads and deserts, or hordes of zombie nommers over (though I hope to have some of each of that when I get more set up). But, for a couple of rough and tumbles, it should do well. Hmm, I need to remember to get sour cream. Oh, and toilet paper, a variation of the cat food I have (I think she is getting bored with what she has... fair enough), two gallons of milk, and... something else or three.
I had hoped for Church today, but I never did find my shoes, I have little in the way of clean clothes, and I was and am just plane tuckered out. I did little, and it was a cool day, but I needed and still need some rest. It will happen, and it will happen sooner than late. If people do not understand that I am currently stretched over my limits and pushing harder than I ever have even been able to stretch without certain medicine, God does know. Will that buy me a break? Only Christ can give that. I certainly do not deserve it, but I do not deserve any break at all, anyway. That is why I HAVE a Christ, a Savior, a Lord. Still, yes, I know... I know!
I will see what can be done tomorrow. A little work before I call my friend, clean up pretty much right after our meal, and perhaps some or all of the opened boxes fully unpacked and washed, dried, and put away. As well, laundry throughout the day to get me back into duds. I still do not have much of a wardrobe, as much of it is still packed. Pieces and parts have shown up from here and there, but little of that has been washed yet. A two week supply of clothes can be tight in a busy schedule and... I keep waiting to have a big enough load to wash while it turns out a big enough load is more than I have to wear! Doh!
And lastly, today, while thinking about it and with the time finally just right, I called my lady friend. We have been playing slow motion phone tag for... a month now. She called, I called, she called, and finally I caught her awake and able to talk. We caught up on each other's lives, discussed weather and a bit, but neither of us are real phone talkers while she is not really a talker at all in any case. One thing she did say that stands out is her emphatic resolution that she will not move again. Well, okay, and? As well, for being emphatic... it was not, really, strong, at all. She should know by now that I read between lines like a laser beamed lawyer and can toss a logic rock between the eyes of a scared running rabbit at 100 paces. Yeah, I got that. And no, unless she wants to stay here a while as she finds a place of her own to stay. BaAM... Sometimes I have it, usually not. (Blond at Any Moment)
Well, that is all. I think. Mostly. Probably. Okay, it is not, but it is what I have on tap. Go, now, and heal thyself... or find a small animal to pick on. Here... kitty kitty kitty. See ya.
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It is, again, time to ride. I still have limitations. I still have a decent wound. And I still have a ton of business other than my business to do. But it is not only time... I am feeling a very strong urge which in truth I must temper... but everything is back in place for me to begin.
This is never easy. Like grabbing a snake with 4 bodies, heads, and tails, what lies before me is something I cannot seem to get a mental grasp upon and so am never sure quite where to begin. With the kitchen open again, though, I started with the dishes. All but a few that need to be rewashed and dinner items have been washed. I will finish those last before I rest tonight. Laundry will be started, though I will simply pick it up in the morning. Call it a primer to get the pump working in that area. The tools and spare parts I could not return or did not return, are being shuffled into their spaces, as I figure out where they should go anyway. And I am about ready to pick up where I left off in sorting out the kitchen.
I have a spare set of silverware to clean, dry and store. It has it's own storage box, which holds the utensils themselves, along with a host of additional pieces that came with the set. All need to be washed, dried, and stored. I have a number of boxes opened and the items have been sorted to a degree. Measuring cups to china, baking wares to butter dishes. Pots and pans boxes are yet to be opened and sorted. I am hoping I can wash and put away all that is opened and the silverware set in one day and to the pots and pans on the next workday. Sorting by use and then storing as logically as I am able. Some things, of course, will need to be rearranged as the kitchen becomes more functional and I get a better handle on where to store various items. But a beginning must start somewhere, even if it happens to be based on theory initially.
My hand, now, has pretty much closed solidly. There is still a scab about 1/4th to 1/2 inch long and 1/8th inch wide remaining. It is healing, of course, in the reverse of how an onion peels out. The area is solid, swelling still occurs to varying amounts, and it is limited in movement currently. It feels like I have another knuckle there, and on the wrong side of the hand. Though I do not think it wise to begin using it fully, I think it is time to attempt to rehabilitate it. The gyroscopic device, the little one, is what I will be using. I may only use it in that hand until I regain some strength in it. My right hand is already way overpowered in comparison, and it has been being worked exclusively and a good deal on top of that.
I cooked brots and chorizo on the grill tonight. I way overcooked them. It was better than undercooked but a flop. It served some meat, filled a hunger, but I will probably toss them. Nothing like biting into dry cardboard looking hotdogs. I will have to watch this much more closely. That grill cooks very fast, much faster than I thought possible. I will learn. For tomorrow, I pulled hamburger, ribs, and a roast out. I am going to try and cook them on the grill. I will ask my friend if he wants to come over for the event. I am guessing it has been a long time since he went to a 4th of July celebration. Not that I have decorations, all the fancy salads and deserts, or hordes of zombie nommers over (though I hope to have some of each of that when I get more set up). But, for a couple of rough and tumbles, it should do well. Hmm, I need to remember to get sour cream. Oh, and toilet paper, a variation of the cat food I have (I think she is getting bored with what she has... fair enough), two gallons of milk, and... something else or three.
I had hoped for Church today, but I never did find my shoes, I have little in the way of clean clothes, and I was and am just plane tuckered out. I did little, and it was a cool day, but I needed and still need some rest. It will happen, and it will happen sooner than late. If people do not understand that I am currently stretched over my limits and pushing harder than I ever have even been able to stretch without certain medicine, God does know. Will that buy me a break? Only Christ can give that. I certainly do not deserve it, but I do not deserve any break at all, anyway. That is why I HAVE a Christ, a Savior, a Lord. Still, yes, I know... I know!
I will see what can be done tomorrow. A little work before I call my friend, clean up pretty much right after our meal, and perhaps some or all of the opened boxes fully unpacked and washed, dried, and put away. As well, laundry throughout the day to get me back into duds. I still do not have much of a wardrobe, as much of it is still packed. Pieces and parts have shown up from here and there, but little of that has been washed yet. A two week supply of clothes can be tight in a busy schedule and... I keep waiting to have a big enough load to wash while it turns out a big enough load is more than I have to wear! Doh!
And lastly, today, while thinking about it and with the time finally just right, I called my lady friend. We have been playing slow motion phone tag for... a month now. She called, I called, she called, and finally I caught her awake and able to talk. We caught up on each other's lives, discussed weather and a bit, but neither of us are real phone talkers while she is not really a talker at all in any case. One thing she did say that stands out is her emphatic resolution that she will not move again. Well, okay, and? As well, for being emphatic... it was not, really, strong, at all. She should know by now that I read between lines like a laser beamed lawyer and can toss a logic rock between the eyes of a scared running rabbit at 100 paces. Yeah, I got that. And no, unless she wants to stay here a while as she finds a place of her own to stay. BaAM... Sometimes I have it, usually not. (Blond at Any Moment)
Well, that is all. I think. Mostly. Probably. Okay, it is not, but it is what I have on tap. Go, now, and heal thyself... or find a small animal to pick on. Here... kitty kitty kitty. See ya.
A question.
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Okay, dishes are about to be cleaned, laundry started, and life is probably going to go back to when I first moved in. Cleaning up, unpacking, and taking care of standard business is now, again, at the top of the heap and I am raring to go. Further, I have a hike or three plotted out, so even "leisure" events will begin again, and on top of my now regular visits with my friend. But, there is something more I wish to get going, something that is one of the focuses upon which I based my move, the purchase of a home with land, and such. Getting set up for the long haul in a bad or worse or worst case scenario.
It has been a while since I looked into food costs, storage materials, the methods of all of that. I am now in a house and, it came to me today, that it is time to begin loading up, as little or as much at a time as I can do without damaging the other parts of my life. It would be great if I could simply spend every dime I have on food storage, alternative energy forms, a well, and whatnot, and then sleep until the next payday, but that will not do. Even if I could, it would be a slow long road to... to what? You can never be fully prepared for any incident. It is difficult, even if everything stayed simple, to keep a simple home fully updated and functional. Trying to prepare for the worst, even with vast fortunes, would end up being a lick and a stitch, hoping everything was tended.
So, buying smart, storing well, thinking, and learning beyond those is the key. So, to find the best places to begin buying food, storage buckets, and to begin discerning need from want and yet include some want for sanity's sake. I have that link in my wisdom corner. And I will go there. But if so and whositz has been keeping updated links for the best prices, delivery, and advice, that would now be good to share with me. I am finally in a place and time where these things mean something and are attainable. I can store bucketloads of buckets now. I can store this, that, and the other thing. I can set up a wheat grinder when I get one. Heck, I can probably turn certain areas over to whole processes. I know my back covered insulated (but still a) porch will become my meat processing area, for sure. It will probably be where I process anything in bulk, large jobs being easier, cleaner, neater, and more isolated as well there.
It is time for me to begin homesteading, I guess one might say. Growing and harvesting wheat? At least a little soon for that, if I do get to that it will be a summer or two further along. A well? No money for that quite yet either, let alone the water rights first. Goats too, and many other things, processes, and livestock are just too much atm. But food storage I can, should, and feel the URGENT need to begin. So, any help would be appreciated.
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Okay, dishes are about to be cleaned, laundry started, and life is probably going to go back to when I first moved in. Cleaning up, unpacking, and taking care of standard business is now, again, at the top of the heap and I am raring to go. Further, I have a hike or three plotted out, so even "leisure" events will begin again, and on top of my now regular visits with my friend. But, there is something more I wish to get going, something that is one of the focuses upon which I based my move, the purchase of a home with land, and such. Getting set up for the long haul in a bad or worse or worst case scenario.
It has been a while since I looked into food costs, storage materials, the methods of all of that. I am now in a house and, it came to me today, that it is time to begin loading up, as little or as much at a time as I can do without damaging the other parts of my life. It would be great if I could simply spend every dime I have on food storage, alternative energy forms, a well, and whatnot, and then sleep until the next payday, but that will not do. Even if I could, it would be a slow long road to... to what? You can never be fully prepared for any incident. It is difficult, even if everything stayed simple, to keep a simple home fully updated and functional. Trying to prepare for the worst, even with vast fortunes, would end up being a lick and a stitch, hoping everything was tended.
So, buying smart, storing well, thinking, and learning beyond those is the key. So, to find the best places to begin buying food, storage buckets, and to begin discerning need from want and yet include some want for sanity's sake. I have that link in my wisdom corner. And I will go there. But if so and whositz has been keeping updated links for the best prices, delivery, and advice, that would now be good to share with me. I am finally in a place and time where these things mean something and are attainable. I can store bucketloads of buckets now. I can store this, that, and the other thing. I can set up a wheat grinder when I get one. Heck, I can probably turn certain areas over to whole processes. I know my back covered insulated (but still a) porch will become my meat processing area, for sure. It will probably be where I process anything in bulk, large jobs being easier, cleaner, neater, and more isolated as well there.
It is time for me to begin homesteading, I guess one might say. Growing and harvesting wheat? At least a little soon for that, if I do get to that it will be a summer or two further along. A well? No money for that quite yet either, let alone the water rights first. Goats too, and many other things, processes, and livestock are just too much atm. But food storage I can, should, and feel the URGENT need to begin. So, any help would be appreciated.
Oh, right, you might want evidence.
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I picked 5 mostly random articles. I did some deselecting of articles based on the authors, who have 'hopes for modest' growth. They were written by people who a.) did not see anything bad coming in the first place, b.) did not think what had started to happen was anything but a blip, c.) believed a few months, weeks, or even days ago that we were in economic recover, sorry, but they have nothing to add here. These articles, often, do not always describe any projections. They simply describe what is happening, perhaps some of the why. Others project a bit. But in truth, none of them want to go too far in projection. WE HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE. WE ARE OFF THE ECONOMIC MAP. THEY SIMPLY DO NOT KNOW WHERE, WHAT, WHO, WHEN, OR HOW AND HAVE NO MEANS OF DECIPHERING THAT.
The first piece is about Obama's most recent political home state. If it has nothing to do with him directly. It does explain his political notions if you have the eyes to see and the ears to hear though. This is a middling state, neither really rich or poor, neither purely blue collar nor white collar, neither really big or really small. It does, however, have one of the most powerful "Democratic" political machines in the nation, "bested" only by California and New York City, probably. Well, go read on the uptick of having such a fine machine working for the people, the little guys, and such.
Stocks, bonds, bears, bulls, and liars, oh my! No, Dorothy, we are not in Kansas any more and ruby slippers mean jack squat. Times are tough all over. It might be time for high fliers to take short walks out high windows again, though we will see. I guess suicide is for people so addicted to what they have that they cannot see the value of life? Well, that and for those too ill in other ways as well, as I should know. (Do not go there, you might lose everything and will gain nothing.) Anyway, this article gives you an idea of where our private sector is, shows where our financial concerns are headed, and offers no real projection. I think the author is afraid of heights and he is writing about a view only two stories up!
Ah, next is what an incompetent, leaderless (real leaders), corrupt, broken bureaucracy is about to bring a people who are on the financial brink. This is sure to revitalize the economy and put a smiling face on every man, woman, and child from sea to shining sea. You may thank your dear leaders with emails, postcards, and smileygrams! So many happy little socialists who are out of work because they "believe" are going to be so happy to receive the blood money from those who still work. It is just cheery.
Perhaps this is only one school system. Though I think not. The corruption, poor educational systems, unsound methods, and unions have brought this. Oh, I suppose I should not discount political correctness, ignoring sex differences, or any of the rest, but the list is so long if the architects, in truth, are rather few. Now, however, everyone in those systems is a part of it, and even if they wanted out there is nowhere to go. Even private and parochial schools have been infected by the malicious education of teachers and administrators. Just think, they will be CLOSING 40% OF THE SCHOOLS IN THEIR SYSTEM. I guess some people are beginning to wake up. If the story can be believed, they are trying to fix the mess, but... they have to overcome the students, teachers, administrators, status quo, and plummet in their financing. Good luck with that, no, really. Ha ha ha ha To be honest, it is not a bad plan, it simply is like Custer, a little late, slow, outgunned, outnumbered, and too far away from any kind of help or support.
Finally, if you think we are in rough shape, you ought to see our "betters", as Dem's like to call them. Oh my. The road ahead is not going to be a kind one for us, but "an economic black hole."? Wow, and this from guys who are still hoping for something that cannot be... anywhere. Just so you know, the pieces are out there. Believe what you will, but understand that belief means nothing if it is not based on facts and reality.
Nough said. I have... things... to do...
Blessings.
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I picked 5 mostly random articles. I did some deselecting of articles based on the authors, who have 'hopes for modest' growth. They were written by people who a.) did not see anything bad coming in the first place, b.) did not think what had started to happen was anything but a blip, c.) believed a few months, weeks, or even days ago that we were in economic recover, sorry, but they have nothing to add here. These articles, often, do not always describe any projections. They simply describe what is happening, perhaps some of the why. Others project a bit. But in truth, none of them want to go too far in projection. WE HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE. WE ARE OFF THE ECONOMIC MAP. THEY SIMPLY DO NOT KNOW WHERE, WHAT, WHO, WHEN, OR HOW AND HAVE NO MEANS OF DECIPHERING THAT.
The first piece is about Obama's most recent political home state. If it has nothing to do with him directly. It does explain his political notions if you have the eyes to see and the ears to hear though. This is a middling state, neither really rich or poor, neither purely blue collar nor white collar, neither really big or really small. It does, however, have one of the most powerful "Democratic" political machines in the nation, "bested" only by California and New York City, probably. Well, go read on the uptick of having such a fine machine working for the people, the little guys, and such.
Stocks, bonds, bears, bulls, and liars, oh my! No, Dorothy, we are not in Kansas any more and ruby slippers mean jack squat. Times are tough all over. It might be time for high fliers to take short walks out high windows again, though we will see. I guess suicide is for people so addicted to what they have that they cannot see the value of life? Well, that and for those too ill in other ways as well, as I should know. (Do not go there, you might lose everything and will gain nothing.) Anyway, this article gives you an idea of where our private sector is, shows where our financial concerns are headed, and offers no real projection. I think the author is afraid of heights and he is writing about a view only two stories up!
Ah, next is what an incompetent, leaderless (real leaders), corrupt, broken bureaucracy is about to bring a people who are on the financial brink. This is sure to revitalize the economy and put a smiling face on every man, woman, and child from sea to shining sea. You may thank your dear leaders with emails, postcards, and smileygrams! So many happy little socialists who are out of work because they "believe" are going to be so happy to receive the blood money from those who still work. It is just cheery.
Perhaps this is only one school system. Though I think not. The corruption, poor educational systems, unsound methods, and unions have brought this. Oh, I suppose I should not discount political correctness, ignoring sex differences, or any of the rest, but the list is so long if the architects, in truth, are rather few. Now, however, everyone in those systems is a part of it, and even if they wanted out there is nowhere to go. Even private and parochial schools have been infected by the malicious education of teachers and administrators. Just think, they will be CLOSING 40% OF THE SCHOOLS IN THEIR SYSTEM. I guess some people are beginning to wake up. If the story can be believed, they are trying to fix the mess, but... they have to overcome the students, teachers, administrators, status quo, and plummet in their financing. Good luck with that, no, really. Ha ha ha ha To be honest, it is not a bad plan, it simply is like Custer, a little late, slow, outgunned, outnumbered, and too far away from any kind of help or support.
Finally, if you think we are in rough shape, you ought to see our "betters", as Dem's like to call them. Oh my. The road ahead is not going to be a kind one for us, but "an economic black hole."? Wow, and this from guys who are still hoping for something that cannot be... anywhere. Just so you know, the pieces are out there. Believe what you will, but understand that belief means nothing if it is not based on facts and reality.
Nough said. I have... things... to do...
Blessings.
Ah, but I do not want to leave it there.
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In spite of my name, or because of it if you understand, I do not want to leave people in a dark place. The last post, for many, must seem like a death knell, should what I propose come to pass. It, simply put, is not. A bleak picture to be sure. A harsh reality painted across the canvas of the mind, heart, and soul. A life without much of what we know, including the "pigs" that keep even the thin line between good and bad at bay in a way many refuse to see. (My hats off to many "pigs", by the way, for being the soldiers who with horrible ROEs keep us safer then we imagine. Just like Marines, I do not allow others to 'go there'.)
Anyway, there is very solid hope for even those who think they have nothing and can get nothing to add to their value or survivability, let alone to a community. There are things you can do which will allow you a greater chance in the worst of situations. There are things you can do which will make you a needed and wanted "unit", almost regardless of your condition or self perception. Think boldly, but think light, maneuverable, factual, actual, and with realism.
The first thing you can do is to undertake studies, often offered by Red Cross and through local hospitals, of first aid and first responder type course work. Learn, practice, attend meetings and seminars, and become involved in your current community. Beyond teaching you some amazing and valuable skills, this will also potentially put you in contact with people you want to know should life become harsh. Knowledge travels like little else, depending only on the survival of the one who has it.
Another thing, as I said, and you can start this today, stock up on food. I am not discussing huge supplies of beans and rice and... well, to some degree. Several large bags of rice and beans, a few spices, herbs, and such for flavor, and some options as these will offer little variety over time. Wheat? Meh. I like the idea, but unless you have or have access to a grinder, not so good I think. And if you need to travel, a grinder would most likely not go (or stay with you, think... pianos on the Oregon trail). As well, if you must travel and have some foods, containers and openers are very good. As for water, whether you are staying put or hoofing it, you will need a means of cleaning what you can find. I have a very good device, though I need extra parts and filters even if it is rather long lasting. A few hundred dollars will see to that, and water is more vital than food and for security reasons, starting a fire to boil water is not always advisable.
The next thing you can do, assuming you are not a criminal already, is to buy a gun. No, you probably do not need a "black gun". Such a weapon, if you are not combat ready, will only bring trouble down on your head. A small .22 rifle, perhaps even one that breaks down for easier hiding, carrying, and storage. Possibly one that shoots all types of .22 cartridges, short, long, and long rifle, would be optimal. I will not be traveling, so I do have such a rifle. For hunting small to possibly medium sized game, it is perfect. It is, even being small and light, not a bad self defense item (if too, not close to the best). Buy the gun and practice with it. Optimally, hunt with it and learn just how much it really takes to hit a small moving object. The art of the hunt would do you a world of good (as would getting out of town and into the real, sort of unmapped, world which has no roads, signs, or other things telling you were to go). Plus, being out and walking around is good for you in any case.
The next consideration, if you have any skills or interest, is communications. Having a good, alternatively powered (hand crank, solar, or both) radio might not be a bad plan. As a simple device, no skills or education is necessary. The lower end of communication devices become trickier, not so much because of the complexity of use or testing, but to power them for any period of time, post batteries, one would have to get into minor solar kits. But it is a reasonable thing to do. Further along, ham or short wave radios, especially portable ones, cb's, and other such, require a bit more work and possibly education then testing. I have none of this currently. I am, however, reading about short wave radios currently. Classes and testing are required, and a nominal fee is required to take the test. There are tiers in this field, the lowest one is rather easy and inexpensive. I think even the higher tiers are quite reasonable. Equipment costs are not exorbitant, if too the devices are not exactly handed out in Cracker Jack boxes either. Still, even the skill to use these travels well.
Then there is getting into shape. Begin walking if you are a bit gimped up from age, weight issues, or other problems. There are, even in most cities, places to go. Walking paths to hiking trails abound and were created for your use. Whether in the city or the wilds, ask around a bit on forums, with other people you know, and such, to make sure you choose places that are reasonable for a beginner, interesting, and more safe. Equality ends where people think the law is not looking and in places where prison is seen as a way of life. Start walking, or better even than that, add swimming into your regimen.
For swimming, here is my recommendation: Do not walk in and expect you will do lap after lap, mile after mile, and just become healthy. It is a tough road back. Plan on spending an hour, or even a half hour, at the pool, and then KEEP THAT TIME, stay there, in the water, until the clock says you can go. Several days a week is fine, 3 by itself, 2 if walking as well. If you can only do one lap, or even half a lap, at a time, so be it. Spend your time recuperating in the pool, wading around as you get your breath, playing with the water with your hands, or simply gasping as you lean against the edge of the pool, until your time is up. Over time, whether weeks or months, you will eventually be able to do more full laps, more laps, and, eventually, you will be able to swim the whole time. With this process, in a month and a half, I went from 7 laps over an hour (with lots of gasping) to 1 mile solid swimming in my hour, and I was lifting straight weights 3 times a week as well, all starting out from nothing, essentially. As well, whether walking or combining walking and swimming, do not worry about your appearance. It may, honestly, never change. Look only at the improvements in your distance and speed. Also, do not be discouraged by lapses. Even when I was swimming several miles a day, three days a week (in my youth, mind you), there were days I just could not get into it and I simply did less than my high, sometimes far less. Being fit, especially if you must travel, is vital. Fit is best, fitter than not gives you room to strengthen on the way, unfit will see you in deep trouble. Though, even if you are staying put, even getting water may be quite a journey. Do not underestimate what survival in a broken down world will take.
The other thing is to make social connections both home and further afield. If you are traveling, you will need both. If you are staying put, you may have people trying to come in. Your neighbors are a lot less likely to become predators if they know you. It is no guarantee, but it lessens the likelihood of not just abandonment but of attacks. Further, they can be a source of news, mutual protection, mutual assistance, and simple companionship. We are, after all, social creatures.
You have some things here which should give you, no matter your situation, a better chance at surviving, perhaps eventually thriving in a tough situation. Beyond, even if my little story ends up being just that (keep hoping, I am), these things will serve you well. Whatever you might think to do, perhaps totally different things, just remember to ask whether what you are doing makes you valuable to yourself and to others. If it does not, find other hobbies, interests, and subjects to spend your limited time, resources, and energy upon.
Now I feel like I have fulfilled, to the degree I am able, the opening of that retched can of worms. I felt both opening and fulfilling was necessary. Even if I do not like the first, I am well satisfied in it leading me to the second post.
Blessings!
.
In spite of my name, or because of it if you understand, I do not want to leave people in a dark place. The last post, for many, must seem like a death knell, should what I propose come to pass. It, simply put, is not. A bleak picture to be sure. A harsh reality painted across the canvas of the mind, heart, and soul. A life without much of what we know, including the "pigs" that keep even the thin line between good and bad at bay in a way many refuse to see. (My hats off to many "pigs", by the way, for being the soldiers who with horrible ROEs keep us safer then we imagine. Just like Marines, I do not allow others to 'go there'.)
Anyway, there is very solid hope for even those who think they have nothing and can get nothing to add to their value or survivability, let alone to a community. There are things you can do which will allow you a greater chance in the worst of situations. There are things you can do which will make you a needed and wanted "unit", almost regardless of your condition or self perception. Think boldly, but think light, maneuverable, factual, actual, and with realism.
The first thing you can do is to undertake studies, often offered by Red Cross and through local hospitals, of first aid and first responder type course work. Learn, practice, attend meetings and seminars, and become involved in your current community. Beyond teaching you some amazing and valuable skills, this will also potentially put you in contact with people you want to know should life become harsh. Knowledge travels like little else, depending only on the survival of the one who has it.
Another thing, as I said, and you can start this today, stock up on food. I am not discussing huge supplies of beans and rice and... well, to some degree. Several large bags of rice and beans, a few spices, herbs, and such for flavor, and some options as these will offer little variety over time. Wheat? Meh. I like the idea, but unless you have or have access to a grinder, not so good I think. And if you need to travel, a grinder would most likely not go (or stay with you, think... pianos on the Oregon trail). As well, if you must travel and have some foods, containers and openers are very good. As for water, whether you are staying put or hoofing it, you will need a means of cleaning what you can find. I have a very good device, though I need extra parts and filters even if it is rather long lasting. A few hundred dollars will see to that, and water is more vital than food and for security reasons, starting a fire to boil water is not always advisable.
The next thing you can do, assuming you are not a criminal already, is to buy a gun. No, you probably do not need a "black gun". Such a weapon, if you are not combat ready, will only bring trouble down on your head. A small .22 rifle, perhaps even one that breaks down for easier hiding, carrying, and storage. Possibly one that shoots all types of .22 cartridges, short, long, and long rifle, would be optimal. I will not be traveling, so I do have such a rifle. For hunting small to possibly medium sized game, it is perfect. It is, even being small and light, not a bad self defense item (if too, not close to the best). Buy the gun and practice with it. Optimally, hunt with it and learn just how much it really takes to hit a small moving object. The art of the hunt would do you a world of good (as would getting out of town and into the real, sort of unmapped, world which has no roads, signs, or other things telling you were to go). Plus, being out and walking around is good for you in any case.
The next consideration, if you have any skills or interest, is communications. Having a good, alternatively powered (hand crank, solar, or both) radio might not be a bad plan. As a simple device, no skills or education is necessary. The lower end of communication devices become trickier, not so much because of the complexity of use or testing, but to power them for any period of time, post batteries, one would have to get into minor solar kits. But it is a reasonable thing to do. Further along, ham or short wave radios, especially portable ones, cb's, and other such, require a bit more work and possibly education then testing. I have none of this currently. I am, however, reading about short wave radios currently. Classes and testing are required, and a nominal fee is required to take the test. There are tiers in this field, the lowest one is rather easy and inexpensive. I think even the higher tiers are quite reasonable. Equipment costs are not exorbitant, if too the devices are not exactly handed out in Cracker Jack boxes either. Still, even the skill to use these travels well.
Then there is getting into shape. Begin walking if you are a bit gimped up from age, weight issues, or other problems. There are, even in most cities, places to go. Walking paths to hiking trails abound and were created for your use. Whether in the city or the wilds, ask around a bit on forums, with other people you know, and such, to make sure you choose places that are reasonable for a beginner, interesting, and more safe. Equality ends where people think the law is not looking and in places where prison is seen as a way of life. Start walking, or better even than that, add swimming into your regimen.
For swimming, here is my recommendation: Do not walk in and expect you will do lap after lap, mile after mile, and just become healthy. It is a tough road back. Plan on spending an hour, or even a half hour, at the pool, and then KEEP THAT TIME, stay there, in the water, until the clock says you can go. Several days a week is fine, 3 by itself, 2 if walking as well. If you can only do one lap, or even half a lap, at a time, so be it. Spend your time recuperating in the pool, wading around as you get your breath, playing with the water with your hands, or simply gasping as you lean against the edge of the pool, until your time is up. Over time, whether weeks or months, you will eventually be able to do more full laps, more laps, and, eventually, you will be able to swim the whole time. With this process, in a month and a half, I went from 7 laps over an hour (with lots of gasping) to 1 mile solid swimming in my hour, and I was lifting straight weights 3 times a week as well, all starting out from nothing, essentially. As well, whether walking or combining walking and swimming, do not worry about your appearance. It may, honestly, never change. Look only at the improvements in your distance and speed. Also, do not be discouraged by lapses. Even when I was swimming several miles a day, three days a week (in my youth, mind you), there were days I just could not get into it and I simply did less than my high, sometimes far less. Being fit, especially if you must travel, is vital. Fit is best, fitter than not gives you room to strengthen on the way, unfit will see you in deep trouble. Though, even if you are staying put, even getting water may be quite a journey. Do not underestimate what survival in a broken down world will take.
The other thing is to make social connections both home and further afield. If you are traveling, you will need both. If you are staying put, you may have people trying to come in. Your neighbors are a lot less likely to become predators if they know you. It is no guarantee, but it lessens the likelihood of not just abandonment but of attacks. Further, they can be a source of news, mutual protection, mutual assistance, and simple companionship. We are, after all, social creatures.
You have some things here which should give you, no matter your situation, a better chance at surviving, perhaps eventually thriving in a tough situation. Beyond, even if my little story ends up being just that (keep hoping, I am), these things will serve you well. Whatever you might think to do, perhaps totally different things, just remember to ask whether what you are doing makes you valuable to yourself and to others. If it does not, find other hobbies, interests, and subjects to spend your limited time, resources, and energy upon.
Now I feel like I have fulfilled, to the degree I am able, the opening of that retched can of worms. I felt both opening and fulfilling was necessary. Even if I do not like the first, I am well satisfied in it leading me to the second post.
Blessings!
Along with the bad is the good.
.
.
Economy looking bleak? Housing markets collapsing? Prospects for a recovery look slim, far off, and probably not complete? Yes. And more, the longer we maintain the quota mentality that put the "leader" of our current political will in office, the worse it will get. The longer we decide to keep people who are devoted to spending our national, state, and local way out of debt, the worse and longer this state of affairs will be. How bad can it get? Read about what people did during the great depression. There was no butter, so pieces of loaves of bread (made, not bought, do not even considering buying bread) were covered with lard and then sugar. Fat was needed dieteticly and sugar made it more edible. The good news? We will either choose oblivion, poverty beyond even that, and slavery or we will end our maleducated insistence on equality, egalitarianism, and other false notions.
But more, we will, as our technological wonder and administrative marvel of a public sector crumbles, understand why those things do not work. When machines become too expensive and consume too much energy, men will again be needed for heavy hard work. Women will fail here. As job slots become rare, and employers must become choosy, by hook or crook those who fail to work hard will not be hired. Quotas will end by needs. The foolish notion that public and private sectors should subsidize welfare roles by hiring fools, slackards, the incapable, and the unable or willing will end.
As well, $10 million dollar schools, $30 dollars (as compared to say $14) an hour pay for public works laborers will cease. The government has been stealing money from tax payers to allot to the businesses of cohorts, ideologies, friends, and their own families for too long. Paying billions of dollars to study the expression on the faces of people who pass gas will end. The grotesque stupidity of the world we live in will have to end or become secret as a hungry people look on, intently, at a fat cat world of which they will never have access or even the dream of attaining for quite some time.
Of course, the real fear is that through the manipulation of that hungry mass of people, socialism/communism will become strongly incentivized. Those who have anything may very well become the enemy, the pray. Hitler and the communists did not attack people for anything but there money, though that then extended to those with privilege, learning, religion, or anything else someone else might covet. There are risks of that, in any population. More so in a population that has been traumatized by a socialized education system, pushed to the immoral and amoral as a more solid option than religion and faith, and then robbed blind (by the very people who pushed this sort of education forward). I suppose this is why revolutions eat themselves, always and everywhere, eventually. Socio-economic wildfires, is another way to see revolutions. Wildfires too, eventually run out of fuel and die, if too not without massive devastation.
How to keep civilization alive until the gilded age stupidity passes is a massive trick. I am not sure how it will be done. Machine guns will not quell massive numbers of starving people, especially if they can get their own machine guns or (and) are too hungry to care if they live. Political speeches mean nothing to people who can barely stand, who cannot afford the tv or radio from which to hear it, and who might not even have a home to plug such devices into in order to hear or see it. I am more pleased, every day, that I chose a more secluded place to live. I am glad to be away from the potential urban zombie hordes, and some of the ones who already exist there.
There are many scenarios which could unfold in little time as the government and private industry, through both unsustainable give-aways of cash and other value packets and egalitarian hiring practices must fire and end that charity. The family, oddly, may very well become a big winner, eventually, when the dust settles. So too will the role of men and women become clear and unconvoluted, distorted, and oppressed. That is, if an even worse group of snake-oil salesmen do not take over the poisonous lemonade stand that is our current government. Perhaps people are too indebted to the lies, too weakened by their "education" to think clearly, and too afraid of responsibility to make good decisions, even after seeing their "hope and change" disastrously destroy, and accelerate the destruction of, their economy? Then again, this might be the right fire to open eyes and lead us back to sanity? Only time will tell. Though, if things get rough, there will be a lot fewer of us, our technologies will fail and the hordes at our borders will simply come as they please, and the wolf at the gates will eat his fill at our house.
I would, if you, prepare for decent food, water, and some other essential supplies. I doubt, at this time, that I will be able to store enough to reasonably see me through years of this myself. Though I have some hope that some food put up, some skills in gardening and animal husbandry, and a few other tricks might eventually see me to more of a stretch... but time... tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. A few months worth for you might see you through a major temporary breakdown of civilization, enough to begin figuring out what to do after that... if you can survive those who have no food who will hunt you, perhaps even cannibals, or the dogs which will be in packs doing the same. Be thinking of where to go if you really have nothing. But honestly, travel or even acceptance if you get where you think you would like to go are dubious propositions unless you have something to offer. Skills, food, the capacity to do hard manual labor as a minimum if the most doubtful of additions. Will the people who live there, the ones you know, be able to feed you if you get there? Do they have a standing in the community to allow you access?
Crazy? Sure. Historically accurate from past failures? Yes. This is not the first time, and unless this is the end, it will not be the last time a major society has failed, or even the first global incident. Look to what happened. Understand that if it were not for secluded monasteries, nothing written or understood from ages past would have made it forward, even while many of those were looted and destroyed for what material wealth they contained or even were rumored to contain (many were quite empty of gold, silver, or anything but rape and murder victims). Understand that this is part of the reason why the Church has built many of these, in every state in the U.S. and most every nation around the world, and maintains them as is possible in a secularizing, religion hating, world.
Well, that's that for today. Just thought I would cheer you up.
.
Economy looking bleak? Housing markets collapsing? Prospects for a recovery look slim, far off, and probably not complete? Yes. And more, the longer we maintain the quota mentality that put the "leader" of our current political will in office, the worse it will get. The longer we decide to keep people who are devoted to spending our national, state, and local way out of debt, the worse and longer this state of affairs will be. How bad can it get? Read about what people did during the great depression. There was no butter, so pieces of loaves of bread (made, not bought, do not even considering buying bread) were covered with lard and then sugar. Fat was needed dieteticly and sugar made it more edible. The good news? We will either choose oblivion, poverty beyond even that, and slavery or we will end our maleducated insistence on equality, egalitarianism, and other false notions.
But more, we will, as our technological wonder and administrative marvel of a public sector crumbles, understand why those things do not work. When machines become too expensive and consume too much energy, men will again be needed for heavy hard work. Women will fail here. As job slots become rare, and employers must become choosy, by hook or crook those who fail to work hard will not be hired. Quotas will end by needs. The foolish notion that public and private sectors should subsidize welfare roles by hiring fools, slackards, the incapable, and the unable or willing will end.
As well, $10 million dollar schools, $30 dollars (as compared to say $14) an hour pay for public works laborers will cease. The government has been stealing money from tax payers to allot to the businesses of cohorts, ideologies, friends, and their own families for too long. Paying billions of dollars to study the expression on the faces of people who pass gas will end. The grotesque stupidity of the world we live in will have to end or become secret as a hungry people look on, intently, at a fat cat world of which they will never have access or even the dream of attaining for quite some time.
Of course, the real fear is that through the manipulation of that hungry mass of people, socialism/communism will become strongly incentivized. Those who have anything may very well become the enemy, the pray. Hitler and the communists did not attack people for anything but there money, though that then extended to those with privilege, learning, religion, or anything else someone else might covet. There are risks of that, in any population. More so in a population that has been traumatized by a socialized education system, pushed to the immoral and amoral as a more solid option than religion and faith, and then robbed blind (by the very people who pushed this sort of education forward). I suppose this is why revolutions eat themselves, always and everywhere, eventually. Socio-economic wildfires, is another way to see revolutions. Wildfires too, eventually run out of fuel and die, if too not without massive devastation.
How to keep civilization alive until the gilded age stupidity passes is a massive trick. I am not sure how it will be done. Machine guns will not quell massive numbers of starving people, especially if they can get their own machine guns or (and) are too hungry to care if they live. Political speeches mean nothing to people who can barely stand, who cannot afford the tv or radio from which to hear it, and who might not even have a home to plug such devices into in order to hear or see it. I am more pleased, every day, that I chose a more secluded place to live. I am glad to be away from the potential urban zombie hordes, and some of the ones who already exist there.
There are many scenarios which could unfold in little time as the government and private industry, through both unsustainable give-aways of cash and other value packets and egalitarian hiring practices must fire and end that charity. The family, oddly, may very well become a big winner, eventually, when the dust settles. So too will the role of men and women become clear and unconvoluted, distorted, and oppressed. That is, if an even worse group of snake-oil salesmen do not take over the poisonous lemonade stand that is our current government. Perhaps people are too indebted to the lies, too weakened by their "education" to think clearly, and too afraid of responsibility to make good decisions, even after seeing their "hope and change" disastrously destroy, and accelerate the destruction of, their economy? Then again, this might be the right fire to open eyes and lead us back to sanity? Only time will tell. Though, if things get rough, there will be a lot fewer of us, our technologies will fail and the hordes at our borders will simply come as they please, and the wolf at the gates will eat his fill at our house.
I would, if you, prepare for decent food, water, and some other essential supplies. I doubt, at this time, that I will be able to store enough to reasonably see me through years of this myself. Though I have some hope that some food put up, some skills in gardening and animal husbandry, and a few other tricks might eventually see me to more of a stretch... but time... tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. A few months worth for you might see you through a major temporary breakdown of civilization, enough to begin figuring out what to do after that... if you can survive those who have no food who will hunt you, perhaps even cannibals, or the dogs which will be in packs doing the same. Be thinking of where to go if you really have nothing. But honestly, travel or even acceptance if you get where you think you would like to go are dubious propositions unless you have something to offer. Skills, food, the capacity to do hard manual labor as a minimum if the most doubtful of additions. Will the people who live there, the ones you know, be able to feed you if you get there? Do they have a standing in the community to allow you access?
Crazy? Sure. Historically accurate from past failures? Yes. This is not the first time, and unless this is the end, it will not be the last time a major society has failed, or even the first global incident. Look to what happened. Understand that if it were not for secluded monasteries, nothing written or understood from ages past would have made it forward, even while many of those were looted and destroyed for what material wealth they contained or even were rumored to contain (many were quite empty of gold, silver, or anything but rape and murder victims). Understand that this is part of the reason why the Church has built many of these, in every state in the U.S. and most every nation around the world, and maintains them as is possible in a secularizing, religion hating, world.
Well, that's that for today. Just thought I would cheer you up.
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