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With everything clean and meats thawed, I simply fried pork cutlets this morning. I suppose a bowl of cereal might be in the offing before too long, maybe. Now that I have a ready supply of milk. It seemed a bit chill this morning. I thought maybe it was just me. My thermostat, with the furnace off of course, and the windows open, ready 59 F. Oddly, for my first nearly hour up, shorts and a muscle shirt were good enough. Real shorts, not undershorts, though I had those too if it's any of YOUR business. :)
I finally broke down and put on sweat bottoms, and fed the girls. Sassy gets nearly cross-eyed mean if I don't feed her reasonably and often. Still, I've backed her away from the feed sack and she has trimmed just a bit. She is always on the near side of cross-eyed mean though, for now. I shouldn't do it, but when I am feeding them, I love playing the food bowl UFO game. The bowl gets close, then goes away, then twirls behind them. By the time they get their food, even Sam, they pounce. Sam can otherwise be a slight eater. When I do this, she gets that look like a kid getting their birthday cake.
What to do today? I have lunch out. I think I will begin tinkering with my pack gear this morning, maybe do a bit of cleaning on the side. Just picking up in the living room (maybe). Nothing big this morning. If I get that done today I might tinker with rope this afternoon when I get back. If I do finish, I will be ready for a day trip into the canyon. Just a little hike to crank over the hiker engine like mowing and sawing kicked over the work engine. I am sure things will be a bit sore and cranky after the first few hikes. Hmm, I might even have a way of roughly measuring how far I hike, if my phone's gps works on that trail. It would be nice... just to know.
Mullet? I have had my hairdo called a mullet. I still say it's not. What I need to do, I think, to help, is get bands for what of a tail I have going. Keep it as something of a feral top-knot tail. That might lessen the perception. Then again, maybe it is a mullet but my perception of such is different. I thought to qualify as a mullet it had to have a big front, high hair on top. I have a flat-top mixed with a high-and-tight. And a tail, but it's a slim tail, angled back with the cut. Neither is actually pretty, but... who wants or needs pretty. I'm going for cool (physically), easy to tend, and somewhat professional (in a feral way). Never mind.
Off to wake up a bit before I get prepped to head out. Oh, one other thing. I ought to stop at the stores having case-lot sales and look around. Some things I may not be interested in getting, other things would be just fine. I'm a bit picky about tuna brand, not so much about corn, beans, carrots, and such, for example. My mother, neighbors, and the wiser world in general, keeps notioning that frugality is often the better part of valor. And, quite often, that is true. It is best, for my cavalier attitude toward money (if owning a home helps on that), to pick my battles on that front. Much like dealing with women, children, or even other men to a lessor degree, picking battles is primary.
Dreams last night? I think I was having, mostly, a pleasant dream or series of dreams arguing with a women (or three or many different women). I can't say if these were women from my past or fiction, though the air of familiarity remains. In any case, I usually wasn't arguing about the big things, like the falseness of feminism. No, it was about mechanical things. Things I know. One was about a printer, and how to install the ink cartridges. Frustrating, but when you know you are right AND there isn't a real option (or perceived one), much easier to deal with. Still, it felt like dealing with mules. On the printer one, whatever woman just would not agree to put the cartridge in such-and-so (the only) way. And she argued with me for an hour on it but wouldn't let me just do it. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt. Still, it was rather pleasant dreaming anyway. Woke with a wolf's grin. Bah(hhhh). :)
Later.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
What a day!
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I've been hedging toward better things. It is paying off. I still have much to do, I'm literarily running in water up to my waste through muddy sand, but I am moving again. Dishes and laundry were finished today. A haircut was obtained. Time with a friend was had. A meal with a woman type was arranged. And I thought that was good.
Then I got home and was slowly sinking into restfulness. Then one neighbor stopped by to bring dinner! Excellent too. Then another neighbor stopped by to let me know a case sale was happening, something they had mentioned before. A good way to stock up on provisions for the short to intermediate term. And to let me know he will be using his horses to do his field, something I want to see, soon. I was invited to go see. And I will.
I didn't have much more going on to do more than eat and rest. But that is fine, for now. I can only jump through just so many hoops before I must rest. I think I worked these last few days just right. Not too much, but with enough emphasis that I actually got things done and might possibly be able to keep on track doing so.
Tomorrow will probably be another slow day. I may, as I mentioned, go through my pack gear, sorting day and overnight packs and gear. I have lunch out, and maybe some minor gear shopping. And then perhaps just a bit of cleanup in my living room. I have added the toilette cleaning tablets to the toilette, so I may give that another flush tonight, and one per day for sure for a while to see if it is enough.
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I've been hedging toward better things. It is paying off. I still have much to do, I'm literarily running in water up to my waste through muddy sand, but I am moving again. Dishes and laundry were finished today. A haircut was obtained. Time with a friend was had. A meal with a woman type was arranged. And I thought that was good.
Then I got home and was slowly sinking into restfulness. Then one neighbor stopped by to bring dinner! Excellent too. Then another neighbor stopped by to let me know a case sale was happening, something they had mentioned before. A good way to stock up on provisions for the short to intermediate term. And to let me know he will be using his horses to do his field, something I want to see, soon. I was invited to go see. And I will.
I didn't have much more going on to do more than eat and rest. But that is fine, for now. I can only jump through just so many hoops before I must rest. I think I worked these last few days just right. Not too much, but with enough emphasis that I actually got things done and might possibly be able to keep on track doing so.
Tomorrow will probably be another slow day. I may, as I mentioned, go through my pack gear, sorting day and overnight packs and gear. I have lunch out, and maybe some minor gear shopping. And then perhaps just a bit of cleanup in my living room. I have added the toilette cleaning tablets to the toilette, so I may give that another flush tonight, and one per day for sure for a while to see if it is enough.
Back, but looking toward an easy day today.
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I got to town, picked up my friend a bit late, headed out to look for the shop. After a bit of searching I finally found it. At least you only need to hunt for something once. I suppose between us my friend and myself lost five pounds in hair. We both needed a cut. Since I missed the last appointment, and rather than give a heftier tip, I asked if the woman cutting my hair would rather go for sushimi. So, tomorrow we go.
Since my friend didn't need anything from the stores, rather than drag him along I decided a short drive up the canyon would be better. I had him point out the trailhead for the river path again. I need to start hitting that from time to time. It is, mostly, flat and easy. I hate just... walking around the town or city. It seems so pointless. While hiking on a trail is pointless too, it is a trail, and not a bunch of sidewalks intersected by road travel. It should be cooler on the path as well, being higher elevation and going on up and running beside a river and often through the trees.
After dropping my friend off I stopped for tobacco, then went to the store for milk, soda, and 2000 Flushes toilet bowl tablets. It is very odd. My least use toilette is absolutely nasty. It is far worse than the one I use most of the time. I cleaned it last time I was cleaning, so thought maybe some usage would help. So I try to use it three to four times a week, just for a quicky while I am in the kitchen cooking, mostly. No help, though I can't remember if it is any better or worse with use. It is very odd that my regular toilette stays so much cleaner. Hopefully these tablets will help. Weird.
I didn't want to stop and look for a line tossing weight today. It was hitting 80 in town (72 out where I live though). It's starting. At least it has been a much better spring and the transition from winter to spring to summer has been fantastic, unlike last year. So, no real complaints. I will be in town tomorrow, for lunch, I can shop around then. Or maybe this weekend. My goal is to be to Church Saturday evening, then stop by with a soldier movie to watch with my friend (I'm thinking, literally, the movie "Soldier"). It's a bit sci-fi, but not too off the mark in the human way, to many degrees. Just slightly beefed up weapons, space flight, and GMP (genetically modified people). The rest is just as it is today. Then again, who knows how far genetic profiling, or even manipulation, has occurred, even in my days and before. Hitler would have loved doing such things, Stalin too. If you trust the bible, and stretch things just a hair, you get an indication that Nephilim... were doing something to those ends even back when. Anyway...
I would like to get the rest of the laundry folded, it is all dry. And I will have something to eat, some time or other. But other than that, a restful day is what I have in mind. Tomorrow I have a dinner date. But anything else I might or might not do depends more on the weather than anything else, for the rest of the week. Next week I have promised my friend a trip to Ogden. Reloading shopping, and a top-notch meal at my personal favorite restaurant in the state (and beyond)(so far, if I do keep testing).
Perhaps, next week, if I stay on top of things, I will reset appointments with my many and various doctors, dentists, and other nosy sorts. Oh, and I suppose I could get my med-set set back up and get back on that. Even now, in the exuberance of spring, I still can't always just "do". Some things baffle me, I become befuddled by others, and yet others are out of my bounds in other ways. Oh well, I enjoy what I have been getting done anyway.
Good day.
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I got to town, picked up my friend a bit late, headed out to look for the shop. After a bit of searching I finally found it. At least you only need to hunt for something once. I suppose between us my friend and myself lost five pounds in hair. We both needed a cut. Since I missed the last appointment, and rather than give a heftier tip, I asked if the woman cutting my hair would rather go for sushimi. So, tomorrow we go.
Since my friend didn't need anything from the stores, rather than drag him along I decided a short drive up the canyon would be better. I had him point out the trailhead for the river path again. I need to start hitting that from time to time. It is, mostly, flat and easy. I hate just... walking around the town or city. It seems so pointless. While hiking on a trail is pointless too, it is a trail, and not a bunch of sidewalks intersected by road travel. It should be cooler on the path as well, being higher elevation and going on up and running beside a river and often through the trees.
After dropping my friend off I stopped for tobacco, then went to the store for milk, soda, and 2000 Flushes toilet bowl tablets. It is very odd. My least use toilette is absolutely nasty. It is far worse than the one I use most of the time. I cleaned it last time I was cleaning, so thought maybe some usage would help. So I try to use it three to four times a week, just for a quicky while I am in the kitchen cooking, mostly. No help, though I can't remember if it is any better or worse with use. It is very odd that my regular toilette stays so much cleaner. Hopefully these tablets will help. Weird.
I didn't want to stop and look for a line tossing weight today. It was hitting 80 in town (72 out where I live though). It's starting. At least it has been a much better spring and the transition from winter to spring to summer has been fantastic, unlike last year. So, no real complaints. I will be in town tomorrow, for lunch, I can shop around then. Or maybe this weekend. My goal is to be to Church Saturday evening, then stop by with a soldier movie to watch with my friend (I'm thinking, literally, the movie "Soldier"). It's a bit sci-fi, but not too off the mark in the human way, to many degrees. Just slightly beefed up weapons, space flight, and GMP (genetically modified people). The rest is just as it is today. Then again, who knows how far genetic profiling, or even manipulation, has occurred, even in my days and before. Hitler would have loved doing such things, Stalin too. If you trust the bible, and stretch things just a hair, you get an indication that Nephilim... were doing something to those ends even back when. Anyway...
I would like to get the rest of the laundry folded, it is all dry. And I will have something to eat, some time or other. But other than that, a restful day is what I have in mind. Tomorrow I have a dinner date. But anything else I might or might not do depends more on the weather than anything else, for the rest of the week. Next week I have promised my friend a trip to Ogden. Reloading shopping, and a top-notch meal at my personal favorite restaurant in the state (and beyond)(so far, if I do keep testing).
Perhaps, next week, if I stay on top of things, I will reset appointments with my many and various doctors, dentists, and other nosy sorts. Oh, and I suppose I could get my med-set set back up and get back on that. Even now, in the exuberance of spring, I still can't always just "do". Some things baffle me, I become befuddled by others, and yet others are out of my bounds in other ways. Oh well, I enjoy what I have been getting done anyway.
Good day.
I wasn't sure I would do it.
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Oh, sure, I wrote the list, and with surety. Truth told, I was moving slowly, not very attentive, and just... didn't know. But I did get to it. The last load of laundry is washing now, all of the dishes, including two big pots, have been washed and most put up. I cleaned the stove top a bit, and gave the counters a lick-and-spit touch up. No, my kitchen isn't up to specs, just better than what it was.
My friend called around 10:30, I think. I let him know I would be in between noon and 13:00. I maybe be running just a little late, waiting for the second to the last load to dry so that my last load doesn't sit wet in the machine. I'm a bit of stickler on that. It can make for some seriously nasty clothes to deal with if I forget. I haven't done that in this washing machine, or my last. But... it has happened. Yuck! Still, that will go forward, the haircut that is. I'll once again look like the brute squad, but it's how I like it. As for being late, well... not really my fault as to being slow, actually. It just always takes much longer to wash and dry than what I seem to know how to plan. The washer actually takes longer than the drier, up to an hour and a half commonly, to do one load. The dryer usually takes an hour, on fluff. So... that's just me bad thinking, not bad doing.
Yeah, I just had to give myself a public pat on the back. I deserve them so rarely that I need them when I can get them. Later.
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Oh, sure, I wrote the list, and with surety. Truth told, I was moving slowly, not very attentive, and just... didn't know. But I did get to it. The last load of laundry is washing now, all of the dishes, including two big pots, have been washed and most put up. I cleaned the stove top a bit, and gave the counters a lick-and-spit touch up. No, my kitchen isn't up to specs, just better than what it was.
My friend called around 10:30, I think. I let him know I would be in between noon and 13:00. I maybe be running just a little late, waiting for the second to the last load to dry so that my last load doesn't sit wet in the machine. I'm a bit of stickler on that. It can make for some seriously nasty clothes to deal with if I forget. I haven't done that in this washing machine, or my last. But... it has happened. Yuck! Still, that will go forward, the haircut that is. I'll once again look like the brute squad, but it's how I like it. As for being late, well... not really my fault as to being slow, actually. It just always takes much longer to wash and dry than what I seem to know how to plan. The washer actually takes longer than the drier, up to an hour and a half commonly, to do one load. The dryer usually takes an hour, on fluff. So... that's just me bad thinking, not bad doing.
Yeah, I just had to give myself a public pat on the back. I deserve them so rarely that I need them when I can get them. Later.
Not too bad at all.
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I didn't make it to bed until about midnight, what with laundry and beans still to sort out. I slept well. I didn't just crash, either. A minor bit of stiffness and very minor sore spots remain. Nothing that I need to consider over the counter pain killers for though. I set my alarm for 9:00, but woke on my own at about 8:20, give or take. Nice.
I'm not sure what is on the agenda today. Dishes, I suppose. While I finished the dishes yesterday, I made a few over the course of the day. Those things are never done. But they were soaking and I have hit them with a fresh soak to try and kick them out before I go to town today. Laundry could be finished too. I'll save the rest of the cutting for later in the week. Though I do need to get the gas/oil mix thing going for the saw. All of my other gas tools use regular gasoline, so I'll need to mark that container. I bought a 2.5 gallon container but it doesn't actually seem to hold 2.5 gallons. While filling it at the station, unless I wasn't doing something right (put it flat on the ground and fill? *laughs*), it didn't seem to hold 2.5 gallons, so... I just am not sure about additive. Why do things have to be so damned complicated, or seemingly so?
I had a bowl of beans, with the last two slices of pepperjack cheese and a couple of teaspoons of sour cream first thing this morning. I would have had it last night but the neighbors brought dinner, and it was pretty good. I must admit, it had such a mix that I was initially... nervous of it. Remember when your mom made 'casseroles'? New ones always... tested my nerve. At least in my home. This was like that. Pineapple, several raw vegetables, chinese (style?) sticks on top, chicken in white sauce, all over rice. Quite good, actually. Just a bit daunting to a beefeater. :) Anyway, that filled me way up. Usually I like to eat a bowl of fresh hot beans (or whatever I am cooking, as a chef's payment sort of thing). It is a strong tradition for me, so I had to get that in this morning. Good golly beans are good, love that gravy too.
So, laundry, dishes, a haircut, a bit of shopping (milk for sure), pick up mail, but... what else? It's a cool morning again. All good. I left the windows open last night and enjoyed. I may be finished with the furnace for the year. I suppose I could figure out the filter and get replacements... soon... I am sure. It might be fun to go through my gear, create some checklists, see where the tent, sleeping bag, various packs, and whatnot all are and arrange those. I might also check my rope gear. The only thing I might want for that is a throwing weight and minor pull line, though the tons of paracord I have should work for the line? A seven to ten pound weight is needed to launch the cord up over a (specific) branch, to pull the main line up. And I need practice getting my throw down, and setting the "limb/rope saver" in place, so the rope doesn't hurt the tree and vice versa. A frazzled rope is a quick descender of the type you don't want.
Well, off to think about things and wake a little more properly. I'll have dishes done and a load or two of laundry cleared before I ever hit town today. Not much, but enough, I suppose. The bowl of beans should do for breakfast, we can stop for a bite somewhere in town for lunch. We haven't stopped for a beef sandwich at a good shop in a while. All good.
Good day.
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I didn't make it to bed until about midnight, what with laundry and beans still to sort out. I slept well. I didn't just crash, either. A minor bit of stiffness and very minor sore spots remain. Nothing that I need to consider over the counter pain killers for though. I set my alarm for 9:00, but woke on my own at about 8:20, give or take. Nice.
I'm not sure what is on the agenda today. Dishes, I suppose. While I finished the dishes yesterday, I made a few over the course of the day. Those things are never done. But they were soaking and I have hit them with a fresh soak to try and kick them out before I go to town today. Laundry could be finished too. I'll save the rest of the cutting for later in the week. Though I do need to get the gas/oil mix thing going for the saw. All of my other gas tools use regular gasoline, so I'll need to mark that container. I bought a 2.5 gallon container but it doesn't actually seem to hold 2.5 gallons. While filling it at the station, unless I wasn't doing something right (put it flat on the ground and fill? *laughs*), it didn't seem to hold 2.5 gallons, so... I just am not sure about additive. Why do things have to be so damned complicated, or seemingly so?
I had a bowl of beans, with the last two slices of pepperjack cheese and a couple of teaspoons of sour cream first thing this morning. I would have had it last night but the neighbors brought dinner, and it was pretty good. I must admit, it had such a mix that I was initially... nervous of it. Remember when your mom made 'casseroles'? New ones always... tested my nerve. At least in my home. This was like that. Pineapple, several raw vegetables, chinese (style?) sticks on top, chicken in white sauce, all over rice. Quite good, actually. Just a bit daunting to a beefeater. :) Anyway, that filled me way up. Usually I like to eat a bowl of fresh hot beans (or whatever I am cooking, as a chef's payment sort of thing). It is a strong tradition for me, so I had to get that in this morning. Good golly beans are good, love that gravy too.
So, laundry, dishes, a haircut, a bit of shopping (milk for sure), pick up mail, but... what else? It's a cool morning again. All good. I left the windows open last night and enjoyed. I may be finished with the furnace for the year. I suppose I could figure out the filter and get replacements... soon... I am sure. It might be fun to go through my gear, create some checklists, see where the tent, sleeping bag, various packs, and whatnot all are and arrange those. I might also check my rope gear. The only thing I might want for that is a throwing weight and minor pull line, though the tons of paracord I have should work for the line? A seven to ten pound weight is needed to launch the cord up over a (specific) branch, to pull the main line up. And I need practice getting my throw down, and setting the "limb/rope saver" in place, so the rope doesn't hurt the tree and vice versa. A frazzled rope is a quick descender of the type you don't want.
Well, off to think about things and wake a little more properly. I'll have dishes done and a load or two of laundry cleared before I ever hit town today. Not much, but enough, I suppose. The bowl of beans should do for breakfast, we can stop for a bite somewhere in town for lunch. We haven't stopped for a beef sandwich at a good shop in a while. All good.
Good day.
Monday, April 9, 2012
The come back kid.
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I was dragging my feet about getting back out there to finish mowing. As rough as that first go was, I just wasn't sure about round two. Not a problem, as it turns out. Sure, I got a slightly bit winded. But it was easy this time. Perhaps my body just had to suffer to crank over and break some rust free. Mowing is done. I might get out the weed whip some time this week, to neaten the last bits, but the lawn is cut. A bit of a break and I will probably get to some cutting.
I did throw in some laundry, and in an hour or two or three I will begin cooking the beans. The meat might be thawed, so I will tend that right away too. An hour break will see it getting dark, so I best not take too long of a break. Hmm, might just go out and cut. Then take a longer break before cooking beans? Yeah, something like that. Oh, but I best start the beans, actually, if I want to be down by 22:00. And I do.
Never worry, I'm going about as fast as I can, or dare. Things are getting done. It's all good. I actually fantasized about getting everything done then pulling out my rope gear for a little active R&R. No way. I'll be doing good if I get that in this week, though it could happen. I will call my friend though, remind him that tomorrow is haircut day. I bet I can talk him into giving me a call tomorrow at 11:00, and 13:00 if I haven't picked him up yet. Yeah, it helps if it doesn't guarantee success.
Good night. I think I'm done with everything save maybe a load of laundry more, some cutting, and... a few odds and ends. Sleep well, I will.
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I was dragging my feet about getting back out there to finish mowing. As rough as that first go was, I just wasn't sure about round two. Not a problem, as it turns out. Sure, I got a slightly bit winded. But it was easy this time. Perhaps my body just had to suffer to crank over and break some rust free. Mowing is done. I might get out the weed whip some time this week, to neaten the last bits, but the lawn is cut. A bit of a break and I will probably get to some cutting.
I did throw in some laundry, and in an hour or two or three I will begin cooking the beans. The meat might be thawed, so I will tend that right away too. An hour break will see it getting dark, so I best not take too long of a break. Hmm, might just go out and cut. Then take a longer break before cooking beans? Yeah, something like that. Oh, but I best start the beans, actually, if I want to be down by 22:00. And I do.
Never worry, I'm going about as fast as I can, or dare. Things are getting done. It's all good. I actually fantasized about getting everything done then pulling out my rope gear for a little active R&R. No way. I'll be doing good if I get that in this week, though it could happen. I will call my friend though, remind him that tomorrow is haircut day. I bet I can talk him into giving me a call tomorrow at 11:00, and 13:00 if I haven't picked him up yet. Yeah, it helps if it doesn't guarantee success.
Good night. I think I'm done with everything save maybe a load of laundry more, some cutting, and... a few odds and ends. Sleep well, I will.
Work goes on.
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Pretty old feeling, but I am digging in. I decided the meat would take too long to thaw and the beans too long to soak, so I made a mac and cheese variant, adding a can of cream of asparagus. Oh, and I grated about four cups of medium cheddar by hand. No milk, but I made do. Actually it came out really tasty. I had thought to put in a can of tuna. Tuna just didn't sound good today. A quick lunch, a little time to digest it, then out to the mowing. Wow am I out of shape.
I did what was left of the back of the lawn in one fell swoop. The side yard remains, and will remain for a bit. I need a breather. All good though. If my "helper" (quotes because he does most of the work) arrives once a week and does his portion, and I can keep up, I will be doing much better rather shortly. Oh, he has nothing to worry about as for job security though. My share is enough, might even be a bit of too large of a bite right at first. I hope to grow that little bit. After that, with extra energy I want to do things other than mowing, you see. So, the job will be there if he wants it.
I am a bit sore from using the chainsaw still. Thankfully that requires a different muscle configuration. Even so, the lawnmower shakes things up enough, as does the chainsaw I suppose, to get any sore muscles up to usage spec quickly. If I can, I still want to cut about half of the remaining limbs today. If I don't get to it, there is always another day. It's not like the lumber has grown legs.
My home is open, windows doors and curtains. It's a perfect day for it, too. While it is rather cool, after a bit of work that is no longer a hindrance. I'm looking at the Wellsville Range as I speak, thinking about what it will be like to be up there. Perhaps with some mowing, tree cutting, and maybe swimming if I can get to that, the hike won't be nearly as bad as the mowing makes me think it might be. Run on sentences anyone? Hush.
A bit of gaming to regain my composure and cool down, then we'll see. Hmm, forgot to put a load of laundry in. My belly was complaining louder than my thought train whistle. I'll add a load of laundry first, then game for an hour or two. Then check my engine for readiness. Later.
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Pretty old feeling, but I am digging in. I decided the meat would take too long to thaw and the beans too long to soak, so I made a mac and cheese variant, adding a can of cream of asparagus. Oh, and I grated about four cups of medium cheddar by hand. No milk, but I made do. Actually it came out really tasty. I had thought to put in a can of tuna. Tuna just didn't sound good today. A quick lunch, a little time to digest it, then out to the mowing. Wow am I out of shape.
I did what was left of the back of the lawn in one fell swoop. The side yard remains, and will remain for a bit. I need a breather. All good though. If my "helper" (quotes because he does most of the work) arrives once a week and does his portion, and I can keep up, I will be doing much better rather shortly. Oh, he has nothing to worry about as for job security though. My share is enough, might even be a bit of too large of a bite right at first. I hope to grow that little bit. After that, with extra energy I want to do things other than mowing, you see. So, the job will be there if he wants it.
I am a bit sore from using the chainsaw still. Thankfully that requires a different muscle configuration. Even so, the lawnmower shakes things up enough, as does the chainsaw I suppose, to get any sore muscles up to usage spec quickly. If I can, I still want to cut about half of the remaining limbs today. If I don't get to it, there is always another day. It's not like the lumber has grown legs.
My home is open, windows doors and curtains. It's a perfect day for it, too. While it is rather cool, after a bit of work that is no longer a hindrance. I'm looking at the Wellsville Range as I speak, thinking about what it will be like to be up there. Perhaps with some mowing, tree cutting, and maybe swimming if I can get to that, the hike won't be nearly as bad as the mowing makes me think it might be. Run on sentences anyone? Hush.
A bit of gaming to regain my composure and cool down, then we'll see. Hmm, forgot to put a load of laundry in. My belly was complaining louder than my thought train whistle. I'll add a load of laundry first, then game for an hour or two. Then check my engine for readiness. Later.
Slower than anticipated.
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I am just not getting my feet under me as quickly as I would have liked. Still, I got the dishes done, all of them pretty much. I set a pot of beans to soak. I gathered the trash from the kitchen, and a few other places, and took that out. I missed taking it to the curb today but this is the first sack in the pick-up bin, so no problems. I also policed recyclables and took a bag of that out. I'm about to put a load of laundry in and get dressed to mow. I don't have but a third of the yard to mow, everything from my rear doors back and technically the neighbor,s land from to the side of my driveway and garage out about ten feet.
It seems cool today. Perhaps that is just inside. I did turn the furnace off and opened windows, which might be why I'm moving a little more slowly than hoped. Oh, and I am thawing meat for dinner, or even a later lunch. I think I'll get some things done today, and probably more than I had guessed. Still, I don't want to push too hard too fast. I want to at least get out for a haircut tomorrow. After that I am not sure what is going on in my life.
I would, sorely, like to get out what rope I have, and ladder, and see just where that might take me in the trees. I would like to goof with it, for real, now that everything is coming together. I can't say that it will definitively get me going, but finally having all of the tools and creating expectation in others might help drive me to success on a few things. I would also, like I said, get to figuring out my day and overnight packs, and arrange them again, a bit. Some things can stay in my daypack unless I go on an overnighter and some things can just be kept in my overnight pack as it is just extra and useless weight for anything other than overnight stays.
My kitchen sink drains slowly. I suspect that it simply has no vent. The rest of my home is fine, save for my main toilet from time to time if that might have something to do with me becoming a little to less full of it than I was before attempting to flush. Anyway, I may look into venting options. I hear strong opinions, this way and that, on anything other than an actual, through the roof, vent. In this case that is not possible. Big Boxes seem to push AAVs (air admittance valves), but they are somewhat controversial in forums. Dunno, but I would like to get my sinks to drain licketysplit. Just... another, if very probably easily doable task on my list. A satisfying one, if I can get the drain to work though.
Hmm, well, I suppose I should get to it. Mowing awaits and laundry could go in, on my way. And I am getting very hungry. Later.
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I am just not getting my feet under me as quickly as I would have liked. Still, I got the dishes done, all of them pretty much. I set a pot of beans to soak. I gathered the trash from the kitchen, and a few other places, and took that out. I missed taking it to the curb today but this is the first sack in the pick-up bin, so no problems. I also policed recyclables and took a bag of that out. I'm about to put a load of laundry in and get dressed to mow. I don't have but a third of the yard to mow, everything from my rear doors back and technically the neighbor,s land from to the side of my driveway and garage out about ten feet.
It seems cool today. Perhaps that is just inside. I did turn the furnace off and opened windows, which might be why I'm moving a little more slowly than hoped. Oh, and I am thawing meat for dinner, or even a later lunch. I think I'll get some things done today, and probably more than I had guessed. Still, I don't want to push too hard too fast. I want to at least get out for a haircut tomorrow. After that I am not sure what is going on in my life.
I would, sorely, like to get out what rope I have, and ladder, and see just where that might take me in the trees. I would like to goof with it, for real, now that everything is coming together. I can't say that it will definitively get me going, but finally having all of the tools and creating expectation in others might help drive me to success on a few things. I would also, like I said, get to figuring out my day and overnight packs, and arrange them again, a bit. Some things can stay in my daypack unless I go on an overnighter and some things can just be kept in my overnight pack as it is just extra and useless weight for anything other than overnight stays.
My kitchen sink drains slowly. I suspect that it simply has no vent. The rest of my home is fine, save for my main toilet from time to time if that might have something to do with me becoming a little to less full of it than I was before attempting to flush. Anyway, I may look into venting options. I hear strong opinions, this way and that, on anything other than an actual, through the roof, vent. In this case that is not possible. Big Boxes seem to push AAVs (air admittance valves), but they are somewhat controversial in forums. Dunno, but I would like to get my sinks to drain licketysplit. Just... another, if very probably easily doable task on my list. A satisfying one, if I can get the drain to work though.
Hmm, well, I suppose I should get to it. Mowing awaits and laundry could go in, on my way. And I am getting very hungry. Later.
Oh, right.
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I'm not sure what time I went to bed last night. Easter dinner was quite good though. A neighbor family invited me to dine with them. Roast beef and pork, with all the fixings. Good conversation and some possible help on a few things. Perhaps even a hiking partner, one who knows the area I have as my pinnacle hike, the Wellsville hike. Given all considerations, he thinks maybe an overnight hike in the summer might be the best plan of attack for that, at least to see how I do. His son is considering things as he nears graduation, he still has another year but... He is considering mechanical engineering and possibly the military. I don't want to sway him, it has to be his choice. But I have those calculus (and other math) cd's I would gladly lend him if he decides to go that way and decides to take standard calc his senior year. As for the military, I just suggest that it's a tough road to hump but it will see him possibly on the way to a good career if he chooses his career path well. The military offers an excellent career path in or out, if you put your side of the equation in.
Anyway. As I said, when I got home I was pretty shot. Just a bit of gaming to come down then... BAM! Lights out. I woke at 6:00, on the dot, without the alarm clock or anything. Nice. Right where I want to be for waking up. Now to figure out how to keep it there for as long as I can. Being Monday I have chores. I would like to finish my part of the mowing, then later cut some lumber. I'll finish the dishes while I mess with my games this morning. That is all I am going to truly schedule, if I would like to get some laundry going too. And, when it warms a bit, I will open the windows. Spring is in the air, I would like to get some of that in my step.
Tomorrow I plan to get in for a haircut, taking my friend along as well. Other than that, I have no idea what is going to happen next. Oh, I would like to get my day pack sorted through, then make considerations for my overnight pack as I do it. I'm not sure. But most of my day pack will just go into the overnight pack, with a few extras including a sleeping bag and the tent. I'm not sure if there is room for a tent up on the ridge, though maybe there are better camp sites. Going with someone who knows helps a great deal. He actually knows a path that can get you to the top in about two hours, if you are fit. I would like to know where that starts and maybe explore it on my own, at a slower pace. He is about my age but seems rather fit. I would say he has a rangers type physique.
Anyway, I'm trying to get sorted out when my mom will be here so I can arrange to do some of the tree work with ground support. Through the summer I may try to scale up, one way or another, and do some of the cutting that can be done reasonably. That would leave the things that might be too technical to climb and do for that last bit. Just dead and overhanging cuts this year, new trees to be planted this fall, and when those get going enough, the rest of the trees will have to come down. Hurry up and wait, just like the Navy.
Of course, I do have trouble getting to things. But, maybe, with the right support and the right number of this and that party involved, things will be less tentative and more sure. I'll need to look around for the right trees, figure out their cost and what it takes to plant them and keep them alive. How long before the size I choose (can afford) will be functional shade trees (five years? at least? ugh?), and all that. At least having the branches over my home, and the power lines, gone will give me breathing room for the rest. Hurry and wait indeed.
The dishes are soaking. It is still a bit cool to get out working, or we will go with that. Besides, I am not quite fully awake anyway. After dishes, an hour cooldown, then to mowing. I want to kick that out first. Later in the day, perhaps I will get to a bit more sawing. Pacing seems key to my being able to get to things, in real terms. And I must plan for a slower pace or a much longer rest period after. Depending on how fast and hard I work, I end up taking hours, days, weeks, or months to recoup. Odd, it doesn't seem to affect my libido. God gifted me there, as I can love a woman even if I can't roll out of bed. I just have to get her to stay in bed long enough or approach to arms reach. :p No lie. Go figure... blessing a gimp with unwordly sexual ability. Meh, He MUST have a sense of humor.
There is the alarm for dishes. Later.
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I'm not sure what time I went to bed last night. Easter dinner was quite good though. A neighbor family invited me to dine with them. Roast beef and pork, with all the fixings. Good conversation and some possible help on a few things. Perhaps even a hiking partner, one who knows the area I have as my pinnacle hike, the Wellsville hike. Given all considerations, he thinks maybe an overnight hike in the summer might be the best plan of attack for that, at least to see how I do. His son is considering things as he nears graduation, he still has another year but... He is considering mechanical engineering and possibly the military. I don't want to sway him, it has to be his choice. But I have those calculus (and other math) cd's I would gladly lend him if he decides to go that way and decides to take standard calc his senior year. As for the military, I just suggest that it's a tough road to hump but it will see him possibly on the way to a good career if he chooses his career path well. The military offers an excellent career path in or out, if you put your side of the equation in.
Anyway. As I said, when I got home I was pretty shot. Just a bit of gaming to come down then... BAM! Lights out. I woke at 6:00, on the dot, without the alarm clock or anything. Nice. Right where I want to be for waking up. Now to figure out how to keep it there for as long as I can. Being Monday I have chores. I would like to finish my part of the mowing, then later cut some lumber. I'll finish the dishes while I mess with my games this morning. That is all I am going to truly schedule, if I would like to get some laundry going too. And, when it warms a bit, I will open the windows. Spring is in the air, I would like to get some of that in my step.
Tomorrow I plan to get in for a haircut, taking my friend along as well. Other than that, I have no idea what is going to happen next. Oh, I would like to get my day pack sorted through, then make considerations for my overnight pack as I do it. I'm not sure. But most of my day pack will just go into the overnight pack, with a few extras including a sleeping bag and the tent. I'm not sure if there is room for a tent up on the ridge, though maybe there are better camp sites. Going with someone who knows helps a great deal. He actually knows a path that can get you to the top in about two hours, if you are fit. I would like to know where that starts and maybe explore it on my own, at a slower pace. He is about my age but seems rather fit. I would say he has a rangers type physique.
Anyway, I'm trying to get sorted out when my mom will be here so I can arrange to do some of the tree work with ground support. Through the summer I may try to scale up, one way or another, and do some of the cutting that can be done reasonably. That would leave the things that might be too technical to climb and do for that last bit. Just dead and overhanging cuts this year, new trees to be planted this fall, and when those get going enough, the rest of the trees will have to come down. Hurry up and wait, just like the Navy.
Of course, I do have trouble getting to things. But, maybe, with the right support and the right number of this and that party involved, things will be less tentative and more sure. I'll need to look around for the right trees, figure out their cost and what it takes to plant them and keep them alive. How long before the size I choose (can afford) will be functional shade trees (five years? at least? ugh?), and all that. At least having the branches over my home, and the power lines, gone will give me breathing room for the rest. Hurry and wait indeed.
The dishes are soaking. It is still a bit cool to get out working, or we will go with that. Besides, I am not quite fully awake anyway. After dishes, an hour cooldown, then to mowing. I want to kick that out first. Later in the day, perhaps I will get to a bit more sawing. Pacing seems key to my being able to get to things, in real terms. And I must plan for a slower pace or a much longer rest period after. Depending on how fast and hard I work, I end up taking hours, days, weeks, or months to recoup. Odd, it doesn't seem to affect my libido. God gifted me there, as I can love a woman even if I can't roll out of bed. I just have to get her to stay in bed long enough or approach to arms reach. :p No lie. Go figure... blessing a gimp with unwordly sexual ability. Meh, He MUST have a sense of humor.
There is the alarm for dishes. Later.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Happy Easter?
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I have always wondered about mixing "Happy" with "Easter". I realize it is a happy occasion, but it is more a joyous or even more holy occasion. Shouldn't it, like Christmas, be Merry Easter? Oh, I know, tradition and other rot. Getting people to switch over would be too much hassle, some might even quit being Christians for the frustration of having to be correct, or... something. Never mind. *sigh*
Easter is about God, Christ, life, and many other things. But it is very personal too. I can't say that I literally dug my way out of a grave. I can say I have risen from as close to death as men have known and more than once. I can't say what it means to me, I haven't earned perfected flesh, so I get the wash-and-rinse old skin, along with the flaws, limits, and such. But... I do realize more than most what coming back from death after three days means. I also realize how possible that is, even from my much more minor experiences. Though I must say, to my mind, Christ rose, I was risen. He acted, I was acted upon. By what or who I cannot say, perhaps just the forces God put in play, perhaps God Himself, for His own reasons.
Still, I know my betters. I will bow to a good father or mother, I will honor a good person, I will respect my elders, and I will always know God.
Have a Merry Easter!
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I have always wondered about mixing "Happy" with "Easter". I realize it is a happy occasion, but it is more a joyous or even more holy occasion. Shouldn't it, like Christmas, be Merry Easter? Oh, I know, tradition and other rot. Getting people to switch over would be too much hassle, some might even quit being Christians for the frustration of having to be correct, or... something. Never mind. *sigh*
Easter is about God, Christ, life, and many other things. But it is very personal too. I can't say that I literally dug my way out of a grave. I can say I have risen from as close to death as men have known and more than once. I can't say what it means to me, I haven't earned perfected flesh, so I get the wash-and-rinse old skin, along with the flaws, limits, and such. But... I do realize more than most what coming back from death after three days means. I also realize how possible that is, even from my much more minor experiences. Though I must say, to my mind, Christ rose, I was risen. He acted, I was acted upon. By what or who I cannot say, perhaps just the forces God put in play, perhaps God Himself, for His own reasons.
Still, I know my betters. I will bow to a good father or mother, I will honor a good person, I will respect my elders, and I will always know God.
Have a Merry Easter!
Couldn't quite make it.
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I almost made it to 21:00 then crashed like a sea gull on Alka-Seltzer (hint: they can't burp, urhm... or fart). Anyway. I woke at about 2:00 and tried to stay down a bit longer. Forty five minutes later I was up without any choice. I had the windows open and furnace off and it was about 62 F in here. I was still quite warm, at least while under a couple of blankets. Even so, I shut things up and turned up the heat a bit. No need to possibly suffer through the chills while waking. Now to stay up today like I did yesterday.
That chainsaw is exciting. It is also a bit frightening, even now. The work I have done with it has been minor and easy. There were no tricks, no odd spring, no serious amounts of mass coming to points along my cut. What I am hoping to do with the saw will bring me into serious contention with the laws of physics, great masses, all centered around a rather serious saw. I still haven't figured out how to make more use of the chainsaw, I just know that it might be a way for me to do more than what I am doing. Something physical. I can't really help others with home tree issues, I'm simply not good enough yet. And that will always involve risk, probably nearly requiring an "education paperwork trail" and insurance. But felling trees, limbing them, then cutting them down to travel size before finishing them for firewood or even lumber is possible.
The truth on that though is people in this valley, because of the burgeoning population and worsening air quality from autos (mostly) are starting to shy away from woodburning anything, save when they go camping and most can either afford a few small bundles or have wood from their own cuttings. There is no way a private cutter could compete with lumber companies, in any fashion, either. I am just not sure how make it work. Still, part time, if I can find a minor trailer, I might begin doing a bit here and there. Perhaps summer wood for summer cabins? Though I think competition is rather steep, with $120 to $150 a cord, sometimes delivered. That's a lot of cutting, chopping, transporting, and stacking for very little money. I'm not sure how they can really do it. Never mind, the saw seems to have excited something in me. If nothing else perhaps I could help others take wood they need, just to do it. I just feel called to work. Not sure how much I really can end up doing. But again, never mind.
If you have never used a chainsaw I am suggesting you are missing out. There are risks. But guiding a chain through what experience has shown you to be solid matter, cutting limbs down to size, feeling the heft, the noise, all of it, it just does something... something good. I have been eyeing those trees out back with a new belief that I can handle them, or at least pare them down and let a pro handle the biggest trunk (between four and a half and five feet in girth). Technically, even with a 25" bar, I could not take that big trunk. Stretching the chainsaw beyond recommendations for an already highly dangerous (even within the world of chainsaw usage) cutting technique is for other men. But if I could trim the trunk to a fifteen foot knob, I think I could conscientiously allow the rest of the work to be outsourced. The other trees will be quite tricky, too. I have two 30 to 40 foot pines five feet apart and ten feet from the house. Another similar sized pine is ten feet from the garage. The two big trees sit right between the house, one of the sheds, and the fence, no more than 20 feet from any of those and well tall enough to hit any and possibly all, depending on if they broke up during the cutting and with a little extra special bad luck. All of them, even some of the branches alone, could do serious harm to my home. Should be interesting. Now I really have to get practicing on some rope work, I have the tools, reason, purpose, and a little pep in my step. The upside? If I die, problem solved! All of them. Ha-yeah! Bleh, I'm never that lucky.
Oh, and while I might have a penchant for exaggeration, from rare occasion to rare moment... this isn't one of them. If I get done even the bits I propose I will have done a manly man's job. If, as usual, it will take me months, not days, to do. Not that I am a sixtieth of a man, only like Wesley from Prince's Bride, I am... mostly dead. *grins*
Well, on to... something or other, while I more fully wake. But, yeah, the saw has me coming to a new kind of wakefulness. *Va-room!*
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I almost made it to 21:00 then crashed like a sea gull on Alka-Seltzer (hint: they can't burp, urhm... or fart). Anyway. I woke at about 2:00 and tried to stay down a bit longer. Forty five minutes later I was up without any choice. I had the windows open and furnace off and it was about 62 F in here. I was still quite warm, at least while under a couple of blankets. Even so, I shut things up and turned up the heat a bit. No need to possibly suffer through the chills while waking. Now to stay up today like I did yesterday.
That chainsaw is exciting. It is also a bit frightening, even now. The work I have done with it has been minor and easy. There were no tricks, no odd spring, no serious amounts of mass coming to points along my cut. What I am hoping to do with the saw will bring me into serious contention with the laws of physics, great masses, all centered around a rather serious saw. I still haven't figured out how to make more use of the chainsaw, I just know that it might be a way for me to do more than what I am doing. Something physical. I can't really help others with home tree issues, I'm simply not good enough yet. And that will always involve risk, probably nearly requiring an "education paperwork trail" and insurance. But felling trees, limbing them, then cutting them down to travel size before finishing them for firewood or even lumber is possible.
The truth on that though is people in this valley, because of the burgeoning population and worsening air quality from autos (mostly) are starting to shy away from woodburning anything, save when they go camping and most can either afford a few small bundles or have wood from their own cuttings. There is no way a private cutter could compete with lumber companies, in any fashion, either. I am just not sure how make it work. Still, part time, if I can find a minor trailer, I might begin doing a bit here and there. Perhaps summer wood for summer cabins? Though I think competition is rather steep, with $120 to $150 a cord, sometimes delivered. That's a lot of cutting, chopping, transporting, and stacking for very little money. I'm not sure how they can really do it. Never mind, the saw seems to have excited something in me. If nothing else perhaps I could help others take wood they need, just to do it. I just feel called to work. Not sure how much I really can end up doing. But again, never mind.
If you have never used a chainsaw I am suggesting you are missing out. There are risks. But guiding a chain through what experience has shown you to be solid matter, cutting limbs down to size, feeling the heft, the noise, all of it, it just does something... something good. I have been eyeing those trees out back with a new belief that I can handle them, or at least pare them down and let a pro handle the biggest trunk (between four and a half and five feet in girth). Technically, even with a 25" bar, I could not take that big trunk. Stretching the chainsaw beyond recommendations for an already highly dangerous (even within the world of chainsaw usage) cutting technique is for other men. But if I could trim the trunk to a fifteen foot knob, I think I could conscientiously allow the rest of the work to be outsourced. The other trees will be quite tricky, too. I have two 30 to 40 foot pines five feet apart and ten feet from the house. Another similar sized pine is ten feet from the garage. The two big trees sit right between the house, one of the sheds, and the fence, no more than 20 feet from any of those and well tall enough to hit any and possibly all, depending on if they broke up during the cutting and with a little extra special bad luck. All of them, even some of the branches alone, could do serious harm to my home. Should be interesting. Now I really have to get practicing on some rope work, I have the tools, reason, purpose, and a little pep in my step. The upside? If I die, problem solved! All of them. Ha-yeah! Bleh, I'm never that lucky.
Oh, and while I might have a penchant for exaggeration, from rare occasion to rare moment... this isn't one of them. If I get done even the bits I propose I will have done a manly man's job. If, as usual, it will take me months, not days, to do. Not that I am a sixtieth of a man, only like Wesley from Prince's Bride, I am... mostly dead. *grins*
Well, on to... something or other, while I more fully wake. But, yeah, the saw has me coming to a new kind of wakefulness. *Va-room!*
Saturday, April 7, 2012
That went well.
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I cut some of the logs on my own, after reviewing a ton of online information, reading through the manual, and a bit of hemming and hawing. I think the chainsaw gets a really bad reputation, in my book, for mostly boogeyman things. Sure, a chainsaw could easily kill. So can a big rock. And often, what they have in common, is... operator error. Much like guns to those not initiated. On the flip side, I did see things I shouldn't have done. And... I noted them carefully, grateful for no serious issues. Small logs, level ground, and an absolute paying of attention can allow some tomfoolery. However, I don't wish to continue doing the wrong thing. Mark it, change the behavior, and move on.
My neighbor showed up and gave it a shot. I think he liked it a lot. While this saw has a lot of power it is extremely controllable. At 13.7 pounds full of fluids it was a breeze to use, balancing well, cutting easily, and just doing what it was supposed to do. I could have done more cutting but I just wanted to give it a bit of a go, not... just diving in. Tomorrow being Sunday I will not be using it. I don't have anything else until Tuesday, so I will be out there Monday. I may only cut half of what is left, saving the last bit for Wednesday. Just to give me perspective over time. Yeah, I suppose I have an odd way. But when that pile is gone, I am out until I figure out how to climb into the trees, get branches out without killing myself or losing the saw or both, before I can have more wood to cut.
Oh, by the way, this is the longest foray into daylight I have made in... at least months. Not bad, all around. A very good day. I am going to try to make it to 22:00. Tomorrow I have been invited to Easter dinner with the folks who invited me out for Christmas dinner! I... completely lost track and thought, somehow, Easter was in two weeks. I want to go to Church, either in the morning, or if available and preferably in the afternoon. I'll have to check what services are available and when. I suppose I do really lose track of things, sometimes severely. Ah well, now I know.
Later.
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I cut some of the logs on my own, after reviewing a ton of online information, reading through the manual, and a bit of hemming and hawing. I think the chainsaw gets a really bad reputation, in my book, for mostly boogeyman things. Sure, a chainsaw could easily kill. So can a big rock. And often, what they have in common, is... operator error. Much like guns to those not initiated. On the flip side, I did see things I shouldn't have done. And... I noted them carefully, grateful for no serious issues. Small logs, level ground, and an absolute paying of attention can allow some tomfoolery. However, I don't wish to continue doing the wrong thing. Mark it, change the behavior, and move on.
My neighbor showed up and gave it a shot. I think he liked it a lot. While this saw has a lot of power it is extremely controllable. At 13.7 pounds full of fluids it was a breeze to use, balancing well, cutting easily, and just doing what it was supposed to do. I could have done more cutting but I just wanted to give it a bit of a go, not... just diving in. Tomorrow being Sunday I will not be using it. I don't have anything else until Tuesday, so I will be out there Monday. I may only cut half of what is left, saving the last bit for Wednesday. Just to give me perspective over time. Yeah, I suppose I have an odd way. But when that pile is gone, I am out until I figure out how to climb into the trees, get branches out without killing myself or losing the saw or both, before I can have more wood to cut.
Oh, by the way, this is the longest foray into daylight I have made in... at least months. Not bad, all around. A very good day. I am going to try to make it to 22:00. Tomorrow I have been invited to Easter dinner with the folks who invited me out for Christmas dinner! I... completely lost track and thought, somehow, Easter was in two weeks. I want to go to Church, either in the morning, or if available and preferably in the afternoon. I'll have to check what services are available and when. I suppose I do really lose track of things, sometimes severely. Ah well, now I know.
Later.
Oh yeah?
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Yeah. I did it, today, finally, after talking about it for so long. I took a shower shortly after sometime, then dressed shortly thereafter, then checked to see if they were open and they were, and went. To the chainsaw store. I knew what I wanted. I had a rough idea of how much it would cost. So I just did it.
I am the proud, in a humble way, new owner of a Stihl MS 362. I also bought saw chaps, a hardhat with ear and eye shielding, gloves (though I couldn't find the kevlar), an extra chain, sharpening kit, chainsaw case, chain oil, oil mix for the gas, and maybe an odd other thing or two. I don't have official work boots for using it, but what I have will do for now. If I start making money with it, anything else will come out of that.
This is a professional grade of chainsaw. My actual hope is to find a way to get it to pay, unlike other purchases. And it has that potential, if I can do the work even from time to time. I am going to review some materials now, on Youtube, at Stihl's site, and wherever I can. I called my neighbor and he suggest he might be over later. Yes, I'm a wee excited. But I don't want to go off half-cocked and do a stupid either. Especially since my first work with it will be bucking, often just cutting them in half. This thing has a monstrously aggressive bite. I best watch my work, and plan well ahead. That said, I can't wait.
Oh, I also visited my friend, got him out so he could buy a sorely needed new reloader and a time card for his cellphone. And I called my hair dresser, to see if she is available. Not until Tuesday. My friend suggested he needs to go, so I will take him along. All good. Well, almost. I tried to find her new shop but failed after four attempts. It must be really hidden in there, I'll figure it out though.
Later... I hope.
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Yeah. I did it, today, finally, after talking about it for so long. I took a shower shortly after sometime, then dressed shortly thereafter, then checked to see if they were open and they were, and went. To the chainsaw store. I knew what I wanted. I had a rough idea of how much it would cost. So I just did it.
I am the proud, in a humble way, new owner of a Stihl MS 362. I also bought saw chaps, a hardhat with ear and eye shielding, gloves (though I couldn't find the kevlar), an extra chain, sharpening kit, chainsaw case, chain oil, oil mix for the gas, and maybe an odd other thing or two. I don't have official work boots for using it, but what I have will do for now. If I start making money with it, anything else will come out of that.
This is a professional grade of chainsaw. My actual hope is to find a way to get it to pay, unlike other purchases. And it has that potential, if I can do the work even from time to time. I am going to review some materials now, on Youtube, at Stihl's site, and wherever I can. I called my neighbor and he suggest he might be over later. Yes, I'm a wee excited. But I don't want to go off half-cocked and do a stupid either. Especially since my first work with it will be bucking, often just cutting them in half. This thing has a monstrously aggressive bite. I best watch my work, and plan well ahead. That said, I can't wait.
Oh, I also visited my friend, got him out so he could buy a sorely needed new reloader and a time card for his cellphone. And I called my hair dresser, to see if she is available. Not until Tuesday. My friend suggested he needs to go, so I will take him along. All good. Well, almost. I tried to find her new shop but failed after four attempts. It must be really hidden in there, I'll figure it out though.
Later... I hope.
Hattip to Desert Cat, who then gives a...
Hattip to Bob, found this far down the page on Ian's Red Pill Room blog:
“Where have all the good men gone?”
They ask me constantly, anxiously, rhetorically and practically, because I know a lot of dudes.
Unfortunately, I don't know a lot of dudes interested in a middle-aged mother of two who works 70 hours a week and pays for a gym membership but never goes. I mean, why would they be? But these single mommies keep asking me, and if I don't have a specific answer ("Oh, there's one over there! Careful . . . don't move to quickly. And be careful how you handle him. If his wife smells you on him, she'll reject him from the nest.") then they ask me in general terms. "Where have all the good men gone?" they ask, relentlessly, like I'm hiding the answer. They want to think that there's a secret cave where the good men get lured, and there are thousands of big-dicked billionaire Alphas just waiting to be freed from their underground prison, or something. They don't want to heart the truth, at all:
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism chased them away. And now they don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They got tired of getting divorced every time you thought you could do better."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism taught them that 'good' and 'man' were mutually exclusive, so they bugged out."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're marrying girls from the Ukraine and Korea and Argentina and Poland now, because those women don't get divorced because they're 'not haaaaaaapy'. In fact, some are just happy -- and grateful -- because they have a husband and a chance to raise kids here. Aren't you happy for your international sisters for fleeing their repressive cultures?"
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They see what a desperate, self-delusional red hot mess you are a mile away, and they throw their loser drinking buddies at you in an act of supreme sacrifice while they spirit themselves away."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They want to start their own families, not inherit someone else's mess. They certainly don't want to be step-dad to a brood who has never had a father present before, nor do they want their fatherhood constantly over-ruled by your motherhood."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're all around you, you're just too convinced of your own value to accept anything other than perfection, and any man so equipped would be smart enough to avoid the tar pit that is your life."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
I could answer it over and over a hundred different ways and never repeat myself. The litany of feminism's cultural violence against men and masculinity is impressive. No matter what you tell them, however, they won't believe you, not if the answer has anything to do with them -- because they are never the problem. It's always the fault of men. Men don't like older women, men don't like single moms, men don't want to commit, men don't want to be supportive, men, men, men, blah blah blah. Men suck, if you're a single mom. Just ask one. She'll tell you in gory detail why men are just awful, patriarchy is bad, and how all anyone wants is youth and beauty and sex, sex, sex. If you can find anyone willing to even try to get that far.
But curiously the glorious feeling of fulfillment she gets from having a J-O-B and being able to support herself without being dependent on a man is, somehow, just not filling the hole in their lives they need filled.
"SKEWERED!" (quote from D.C., I think)
Read the whole thing here:
Where have all the good men gone?
Hattip to Bob, found this far down the page on Ian's Red Pill Room blog:
“Where have all the good men gone?”
They ask me constantly, anxiously, rhetorically and practically, because I know a lot of dudes.
Unfortunately, I don't know a lot of dudes interested in a middle-aged mother of two who works 70 hours a week and pays for a gym membership but never goes. I mean, why would they be? But these single mommies keep asking me, and if I don't have a specific answer ("Oh, there's one over there! Careful . . . don't move to quickly. And be careful how you handle him. If his wife smells you on him, she'll reject him from the nest.") then they ask me in general terms. "Where have all the good men gone?" they ask, relentlessly, like I'm hiding the answer. They want to think that there's a secret cave where the good men get lured, and there are thousands of big-dicked billionaire Alphas just waiting to be freed from their underground prison, or something. They don't want to heart the truth, at all:
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism chased them away. And now they don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They got tired of getting divorced every time you thought you could do better."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"Feminism taught them that 'good' and 'man' were mutually exclusive, so they bugged out."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're marrying girls from the Ukraine and Korea and Argentina and Poland now, because those women don't get divorced because they're 'not haaaaaaapy'. In fact, some are just happy -- and grateful -- because they have a husband and a chance to raise kids here. Aren't you happy for your international sisters for fleeing their repressive cultures?"
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They see what a desperate, self-delusional red hot mess you are a mile away, and they throw their loser drinking buddies at you in an act of supreme sacrifice while they spirit themselves away."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They want to start their own families, not inherit someone else's mess. They certainly don't want to be step-dad to a brood who has never had a father present before, nor do they want their fatherhood constantly over-ruled by your motherhood."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
"They're all around you, you're just too convinced of your own value to accept anything other than perfection, and any man so equipped would be smart enough to avoid the tar pit that is your life."
"Where have all the good men gone?"
I could answer it over and over a hundred different ways and never repeat myself. The litany of feminism's cultural violence against men and masculinity is impressive. No matter what you tell them, however, they won't believe you, not if the answer has anything to do with them -- because they are never the problem. It's always the fault of men. Men don't like older women, men don't like single moms, men don't want to commit, men don't want to be supportive, men, men, men, blah blah blah. Men suck, if you're a single mom. Just ask one. She'll tell you in gory detail why men are just awful, patriarchy is bad, and how all anyone wants is youth and beauty and sex, sex, sex. If you can find anyone willing to even try to get that far.
But curiously the glorious feeling of fulfillment she gets from having a J-O-B and being able to support herself without being dependent on a man is, somehow, just not filling the hole in their lives they need filled.
"SKEWERED!" (quote from D.C., I think)
Read the whole thing here:
Where have all the good men gone?
What I meant to do?
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It absolutely amazes me. Time slips from my grasp, as does reason, purpose, intent. It slips so very fast. I was up long enough to have called and canceled my appointment. I had every intention of doing just that. I thought of it at about 6:00, but that was too early. My other intent was to stay awake as long as I could. I made it to... 13:30, give or take, I think. Maybe just 12:30. My memory becomes less than goo when I push things. But no call was made. I lost grip on things at some point and the only thing I could focus on was staying awake. Psychic tunnel vision. It takes everything I can do, in the end, to do that one thing... stay awake.
I am pushing for 20:00-22:00. Of course, and as we know, that will be temporary. I will either end up needing more sleep, which will push things one way... or more or less awake time, which will push things another way... or both, in due time. We know this. And so be it. That doesn't mean I quit. It is the only thing I can actually attempt to manipulate in my life, failure ridden as it is. Spring and summer may help. But right now we are in the middle of a cold snap, including snow. It doesn't help.
I am still hoping to get to town the next time the saw shop is open. I have handled the 455 and 460 Ranchers at another store. I haven't had my hands on the Stihl though. I ought to check to see if they are open tomorrow. I really want to ask some questions. I also want to find out who services what saws. I would really love to find someone who owns such saws and get my hands dirty through use. I am a bit excited, because I am sure this will happen sooner or later. I'm also a bit nervous. Such is the fact of growing up? Yeah, something about child's things for when you are a child, men's things for when you become a man. And the risks of being a man. All good.
Well, on to other things. Good... morning. I think I can even dispense with quote marks. Yes indeed, good morning.
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It absolutely amazes me. Time slips from my grasp, as does reason, purpose, intent. It slips so very fast. I was up long enough to have called and canceled my appointment. I had every intention of doing just that. I thought of it at about 6:00, but that was too early. My other intent was to stay awake as long as I could. I made it to... 13:30, give or take, I think. Maybe just 12:30. My memory becomes less than goo when I push things. But no call was made. I lost grip on things at some point and the only thing I could focus on was staying awake. Psychic tunnel vision. It takes everything I can do, in the end, to do that one thing... stay awake.
I am pushing for 20:00-22:00. Of course, and as we know, that will be temporary. I will either end up needing more sleep, which will push things one way... or more or less awake time, which will push things another way... or both, in due time. We know this. And so be it. That doesn't mean I quit. It is the only thing I can actually attempt to manipulate in my life, failure ridden as it is. Spring and summer may help. But right now we are in the middle of a cold snap, including snow. It doesn't help.
I am still hoping to get to town the next time the saw shop is open. I have handled the 455 and 460 Ranchers at another store. I haven't had my hands on the Stihl though. I ought to check to see if they are open tomorrow. I really want to ask some questions. I also want to find out who services what saws. I would really love to find someone who owns such saws and get my hands dirty through use. I am a bit excited, because I am sure this will happen sooner or later. I'm also a bit nervous. Such is the fact of growing up? Yeah, something about child's things for when you are a child, men's things for when you become a man. And the risks of being a man. All good.
Well, on to other things. Good... morning. I think I can even dispense with quote marks. Yes indeed, good morning.
Friday, April 6, 2012
No nap.
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Time just slips away while I am tinkering or researching or... whatever. I'm okay but I doubt if I can make it to the 14:00 appointment. Or, whenever it is. I might yet get out a bit this morning though.
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Time just slips away while I am tinkering or researching or... whatever. I'm okay but I doubt if I can make it to the 14:00 appointment. Or, whenever it is. I might yet get out a bit this morning though.
Sometimes you take a nap.
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Sometimes a nap takes you. Or, me, in this case. I made it to 11:00. Called my mom. Considered heading to town to buy, or at least ponder, a chainsaw, see my friend, and other such. But a nap seemed perfectly reasonable and doable. BAM! Lights out for this kid. I heard, or thought I did, someone at my door at around... 16:00. By the time I figured it out, must have been having delays through dream echos, no one was there. Got a call a bit later, suggesting that dinner was on the way. I barely made it awake for that. I ate, then back to bed. I slept until 23:00. Double BAM!
Never mind, my work toward become a daylighter again is... going forward. I think I have an appointment in Ogden tomorrow, in the afternoon. I may try to get there rather early. If I can. Just to make sure they can do a blood test, fasting. That will give me time to eat something after, look at chainsaws, ask a few questions, maybe look for .45 cases (new, only), and just dicker some time away. It might improve my practice and appreciation about being out of my home. Hmm, while I am thinking about it, I might check to see if any of the Churches there have a mid-day Mass! Yeah, I really do like going to Mass. It's a treat. Like... God-bacon or something. *grins* If you must be a fool, be a fool for the right One.
I am thinking about figuring out a food option, then going back to bed. A bit more sleep, even if it means oversleeping, might help me figure out my day and travels tomorrow more easily.
The two chainsaws brands I like the most are Husqvarna and Stihl. For size, the Husqvarna 455 Rancher would be the smallest I would consider, though I would consider up to a a Stihl MS 362. For now the bigger Stihl has my eye, but I have to have it in my hands and ask questions first, especially with only 3.2 ounces of weight difference. Being able to use an 16" to 20" chain is fine for now, but being able to pull a 25" chain wouldn't be bad for when/if I am able to seriously get to work on my "woods" or even minor lumbering (for firewood or money). My mother suggests she thinks this is a good choice. I must admit she makes me a bit nervous around such gear. She has a history of... being too near too many disasters. She would love to use such tools, since she can't she likes to "participate". We will see. Love her dearly, fear her greatly. Hah.
Well, on to a bite to eat if I can wrangle something up. Then another nap, hopefully one that doesn't turn into a "nap". HuhhOoga! Later, good night actually, I hope.
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Sometimes a nap takes you. Or, me, in this case. I made it to 11:00. Called my mom. Considered heading to town to buy, or at least ponder, a chainsaw, see my friend, and other such. But a nap seemed perfectly reasonable and doable. BAM! Lights out for this kid. I heard, or thought I did, someone at my door at around... 16:00. By the time I figured it out, must have been having delays through dream echos, no one was there. Got a call a bit later, suggesting that dinner was on the way. I barely made it awake for that. I ate, then back to bed. I slept until 23:00. Double BAM!
Never mind, my work toward become a daylighter again is... going forward. I think I have an appointment in Ogden tomorrow, in the afternoon. I may try to get there rather early. If I can. Just to make sure they can do a blood test, fasting. That will give me time to eat something after, look at chainsaws, ask a few questions, maybe look for .45 cases (new, only), and just dicker some time away. It might improve my practice and appreciation about being out of my home. Hmm, while I am thinking about it, I might check to see if any of the Churches there have a mid-day Mass! Yeah, I really do like going to Mass. It's a treat. Like... God-bacon or something. *grins* If you must be a fool, be a fool for the right One.
I am thinking about figuring out a food option, then going back to bed. A bit more sleep, even if it means oversleeping, might help me figure out my day and travels tomorrow more easily.
The two chainsaws brands I like the most are Husqvarna and Stihl. For size, the Husqvarna 455 Rancher would be the smallest I would consider, though I would consider up to a a Stihl MS 362. For now the bigger Stihl has my eye, but I have to have it in my hands and ask questions first, especially with only 3.2 ounces of weight difference. Being able to use an 16" to 20" chain is fine for now, but being able to pull a 25" chain wouldn't be bad for when/if I am able to seriously get to work on my "woods" or even minor lumbering (for firewood or money). My mother suggests she thinks this is a good choice. I must admit she makes me a bit nervous around such gear. She has a history of... being too near too many disasters. She would love to use such tools, since she can't she likes to "participate". We will see. Love her dearly, fear her greatly. Hah.
Well, on to a bite to eat if I can wrangle something up. Then another nap, hopefully one that doesn't turn into a "nap". HuhhOoga! Later, good night actually, I hope.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Corned beef and cabbage?
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It sounds like a nightmare from my youth! I truly hated cabbage. Oh, I suppose I liked it as a slaw, but cooked? *blehk* And most of the corned beef I have eaten in my life was pretty bad too. But, just out of curiosity I made it. I saw it at the store, and... just bought it. I added carrots and potatoes, as I suggested. You know what though? Not bad. Not only not bad, I have to say it was excellent. Now it is not something I would eat over and over, like say chili. But I will enjoy a meal or two of it. I called the neighbors and let them know, if they want it, they have supper. I heard the chili was good, or good enough. It did start getting a little flat toward the end, with only a mild back-of-the-throat twitch. But it was still filling.
Now to stay up until 13:00 with enough juice to help out with the mowing. That'll be a trick on it's own. Still, that is the goal.
I already finished Killzone 3! What? Heavy Rain in one night, Killzone 3 the next? What duds. I might have to try Final Fantasy XIII-2. Trust me, I'm not that good of a gamer. Oh, I can trickle something. I can figure things out. But no more than anyone else with the time. I don't like games that create problems just to be difficult, like artificially making aiming difficult by jiggling the screen. If something explodes close enough that the ground is shaking so that you can't aim? You are dead. So, don't pretend realism while clearly being well outside of it. Just make the adventure long enough that it can be enjoyed.
Update:
I lost track when writing the above. Never posted it, at 6:00 or 8:00 or so. It just got left on the machine.
I did stay awake, and my young jedi mower arrived early. I discussed finances with him. Yes, he is getting low pay. I asked a few questions and made a deal I think he likes, though I will alter it (in his favor) after a bit of thinking. He wanted to money to buy a Sony DS. I suggested I would offer him a bit of wages, but that so long as he tithes and saves from it, I will just buy him the game system at the end of the summer. I suggested buying it in October or September, but I think the end of August would be best (for back to school bragging rights!). He wants a DS, but I think only the DSi and DS 3D are available anymore. I will have to see which he wants, the 3D (with some limits on compatibility) or the DSi with a larger screen and complete (so they say) backward compatibility. Oh, and I will buy one game of his choice, new or old. It is well worth having the yard help, especially at his agreed upon wages. I feel much better about a fair deal, that doesn't give him too much up-front money but also doesn't force him to scrimp either. Should be a good deal.
He did mow the and weedwhip for a bit. I will, at his request, pay him at the end of the month. I still have my part to do, but... I'll get... right on that. No, really. I will. Anyway, that is done. I sent the corned beef with the Mr. when he showed up. I'm curious how that went. I also got dinner. That soup I had raved about. Just as good, maybe even better, this time. That is some seriously good soup! I'd share it but it's gone. It might be a while before I get it together to cook rightly again, but I have sure enjoyed putting these meals together, and eating well. Doing it almost made me feel human.
I am pushing to sleep longer, and stay up longer, to rearrange my days and nights. It's weird, icky really, walking through the shadows of exhaustion and too much sleep, all in the pace of a day. But it is worth it, when it works. When it doesn't, at least my fevered and sometimes harsh dreams and reality begin to fit more closely. *grins* It's about time for another nap. Just long enough to see me up at 8:00 to 10:00 maybe. I probably won't be able to sleep long, if I can sleep, so it might work... if I can sleep.
Later.
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It sounds like a nightmare from my youth! I truly hated cabbage. Oh, I suppose I liked it as a slaw, but cooked? *blehk* And most of the corned beef I have eaten in my life was pretty bad too. But, just out of curiosity I made it. I saw it at the store, and... just bought it. I added carrots and potatoes, as I suggested. You know what though? Not bad. Not only not bad, I have to say it was excellent. Now it is not something I would eat over and over, like say chili. But I will enjoy a meal or two of it. I called the neighbors and let them know, if they want it, they have supper. I heard the chili was good, or good enough. It did start getting a little flat toward the end, with only a mild back-of-the-throat twitch. But it was still filling.
Now to stay up until 13:00 with enough juice to help out with the mowing. That'll be a trick on it's own. Still, that is the goal.
I already finished Killzone 3! What? Heavy Rain in one night, Killzone 3 the next? What duds. I might have to try Final Fantasy XIII-2. Trust me, I'm not that good of a gamer. Oh, I can trickle something. I can figure things out. But no more than anyone else with the time. I don't like games that create problems just to be difficult, like artificially making aiming difficult by jiggling the screen. If something explodes close enough that the ground is shaking so that you can't aim? You are dead. So, don't pretend realism while clearly being well outside of it. Just make the adventure long enough that it can be enjoyed.
Update:
I lost track when writing the above. Never posted it, at 6:00 or 8:00 or so. It just got left on the machine.
I did stay awake, and my young jedi mower arrived early. I discussed finances with him. Yes, he is getting low pay. I asked a few questions and made a deal I think he likes, though I will alter it (in his favor) after a bit of thinking. He wanted to money to buy a Sony DS. I suggested I would offer him a bit of wages, but that so long as he tithes and saves from it, I will just buy him the game system at the end of the summer. I suggested buying it in October or September, but I think the end of August would be best (for back to school bragging rights!). He wants a DS, but I think only the DSi and DS 3D are available anymore. I will have to see which he wants, the 3D (with some limits on compatibility) or the DSi with a larger screen and complete (so they say) backward compatibility. Oh, and I will buy one game of his choice, new or old. It is well worth having the yard help, especially at his agreed upon wages. I feel much better about a fair deal, that doesn't give him too much up-front money but also doesn't force him to scrimp either. Should be a good deal.
He did mow the and weedwhip for a bit. I will, at his request, pay him at the end of the month. I still have my part to do, but... I'll get... right on that. No, really. I will. Anyway, that is done. I sent the corned beef with the Mr. when he showed up. I'm curious how that went. I also got dinner. That soup I had raved about. Just as good, maybe even better, this time. That is some seriously good soup! I'd share it but it's gone. It might be a while before I get it together to cook rightly again, but I have sure enjoyed putting these meals together, and eating well. Doing it almost made me feel human.
I am pushing to sleep longer, and stay up longer, to rearrange my days and nights. It's weird, icky really, walking through the shadows of exhaustion and too much sleep, all in the pace of a day. But it is worth it, when it works. When it doesn't, at least my fevered and sometimes harsh dreams and reality begin to fit more closely. *grins* It's about time for another nap. Just long enough to see me up at 8:00 to 10:00 maybe. I probably won't be able to sleep long, if I can sleep, so it might work... if I can sleep.
Later.
Out I went.
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I did go, shortly after that post. I called my friend and he wanted to go along. Nothing big. We did a bit of shopping. I finally got that drink mix in the flavor I wanted, two of them actually. I'm not drinking much of that yet, but with the weather set to possibly hit 100 in the next week... Yeah. I'm not ready for 100 F, but here it comes. It might get me going again though. I also bought a higher B complex mix. Which reminds me, I need to reset my medicine set.
I am hoping to get out shooting this week. I told my friend that if the day looks good, get on the horn and keep on it. Start at 10:00 or 11:00 and keep calling. Eventually I'll hear and answer. Probably. Still, I know he wants to test his new gun and the new barrel on one of his favorites. I definitely want to shoot a bit. Just enough to remember what a gun, a real one, feels like in the hand.
Okay, I couldn't quite quit gaming. I went through Heavy Rain pretty quickly. The only thing that slowed me up on that was the odd PS3 move configuration. Well, that and never quite knowing when the cut-scene ended. In time sensitive events, it can be quite annoying. I don't think I'll even set up my PS3 move system, nor buy games for it. I just don't like it. Now I am into Killzone 3. While it is first person, it isn't exactly solo. You work with others. I don't really care for that. Can't they make a simple 1st person shooter anymore? Yeah, there was Deus Ex, but that is a 1st person non-shooter, if you play it the way the pansy French set it up. Bring back Doom or Duke Nukem, minus the minorities and other political crap. Is that too hard? Actually, it might be illegal to even make these days.
Killzone 3 is a pretty shallow game, so far. I'm not exactly sure how far I am into it but the story is pretty so-so. The action is okay, but I hate having others depend on me, even computer operated allies. I simply don't like baggage, of any kind. I hear it's a great multi-player game, but while I dislike computer allies I absolutely despise 'real human' allies. Most people, to put it bluntly, couldn't play a war game, or fight in any way, to save their lives. They run around and get shot up because there are no consequences. And, often, the battlefields are set up that way. Low, long, slow, and careful is how I like to and do such things. If I'm coming for you, and you know it? You won't have to worry because when I take you you won't have a clue, nor will anyone else. Yeah, it means I could be a serial killer. I'm just not. I love Cheerios. :p 'Sides, as I have said, if I went that way, the people I would kill wouldn't have tears shed for them. The street cops would... be on my side, even if they did try to find me... If I got sloppy enough to leave evidence that something untoward had happened, that is. It happens, I'm sure.
I need to get to sleep a bit earlier, but I don't think I can. I may have to simply try to stay up and make it through that way. That is a messy way of doing things, but... it works from time to time. I'm not sure I'm up to it, but then, even when successful at it, I wasn't really up to it.
I am cooking the corned beef as I write. It takes about 3 hours to cook this meat the recommended way. In an hour and a half the potatoes, which I will quarter, and carrots will go in. Then, a half hour after that, the cabbage will go in. It's been a long time since I ate true corned beef, and it isn't my favorite. It is different though. If it is any good at all I'll share it out with the neighbors. Or just let them decide if they wish to have some of it. Payback is good. Who knows how long before I can cook again. This and the chili just... slipped through, to my great pleasure. I love to cook, you know.
I did a bit of looking at tires. I can't seem to find a definitive six or more ply tire. I see bits about this tire, or that. I have seen three ply tires. All of them run, for off-road all-terrain plus weather, from $150-$205 per tire, so far. Maybe the rims where what were so expensive. On the Camaro especially. They were aluminum. Not sure, but I think they are steel on the Xterra. Still, that may have been what was so pricey? Dunno. But with the price reduced from ~$450 per to no more than ~$600 for the set... plus at least 3k (to possibly 20k more) miles the chainsaw is a definite buy this month. BF Goodrich AT KO's and Goodyear Wrangler SA keep popping up as the tires to beat. Yet I keep looking... never trust! They have to be anytime off-road coupled with the best snow/rain tires I can get. When I go I don't always consider the weather or road.
Later, or good night.
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I did go, shortly after that post. I called my friend and he wanted to go along. Nothing big. We did a bit of shopping. I finally got that drink mix in the flavor I wanted, two of them actually. I'm not drinking much of that yet, but with the weather set to possibly hit 100 in the next week... Yeah. I'm not ready for 100 F, but here it comes. It might get me going again though. I also bought a higher B complex mix. Which reminds me, I need to reset my medicine set.
I am hoping to get out shooting this week. I told my friend that if the day looks good, get on the horn and keep on it. Start at 10:00 or 11:00 and keep calling. Eventually I'll hear and answer. Probably. Still, I know he wants to test his new gun and the new barrel on one of his favorites. I definitely want to shoot a bit. Just enough to remember what a gun, a real one, feels like in the hand.
Okay, I couldn't quite quit gaming. I went through Heavy Rain pretty quickly. The only thing that slowed me up on that was the odd PS3 move configuration. Well, that and never quite knowing when the cut-scene ended. In time sensitive events, it can be quite annoying. I don't think I'll even set up my PS3 move system, nor buy games for it. I just don't like it. Now I am into Killzone 3. While it is first person, it isn't exactly solo. You work with others. I don't really care for that. Can't they make a simple 1st person shooter anymore? Yeah, there was Deus Ex, but that is a 1st person non-shooter, if you play it the way the pansy French set it up. Bring back Doom or Duke Nukem, minus the minorities and other political crap. Is that too hard? Actually, it might be illegal to even make these days.
Killzone 3 is a pretty shallow game, so far. I'm not exactly sure how far I am into it but the story is pretty so-so. The action is okay, but I hate having others depend on me, even computer operated allies. I simply don't like baggage, of any kind. I hear it's a great multi-player game, but while I dislike computer allies I absolutely despise 'real human' allies. Most people, to put it bluntly, couldn't play a war game, or fight in any way, to save their lives. They run around and get shot up because there are no consequences. And, often, the battlefields are set up that way. Low, long, slow, and careful is how I like to and do such things. If I'm coming for you, and you know it? You won't have to worry because when I take you you won't have a clue, nor will anyone else. Yeah, it means I could be a serial killer. I'm just not. I love Cheerios. :p 'Sides, as I have said, if I went that way, the people I would kill wouldn't have tears shed for them. The street cops would... be on my side, even if they did try to find me... If I got sloppy enough to leave evidence that something untoward had happened, that is. It happens, I'm sure.
I need to get to sleep a bit earlier, but I don't think I can. I may have to simply try to stay up and make it through that way. That is a messy way of doing things, but... it works from time to time. I'm not sure I'm up to it, but then, even when successful at it, I wasn't really up to it.
I am cooking the corned beef as I write. It takes about 3 hours to cook this meat the recommended way. In an hour and a half the potatoes, which I will quarter, and carrots will go in. Then, a half hour after that, the cabbage will go in. It's been a long time since I ate true corned beef, and it isn't my favorite. It is different though. If it is any good at all I'll share it out with the neighbors. Or just let them decide if they wish to have some of it. Payback is good. Who knows how long before I can cook again. This and the chili just... slipped through, to my great pleasure. I love to cook, you know.
I did a bit of looking at tires. I can't seem to find a definitive six or more ply tire. I see bits about this tire, or that. I have seen three ply tires. All of them run, for off-road all-terrain plus weather, from $150-$205 per tire, so far. Maybe the rims where what were so expensive. On the Camaro especially. They were aluminum. Not sure, but I think they are steel on the Xterra. Still, that may have been what was so pricey? Dunno. But with the price reduced from ~$450 per to no more than ~$600 for the set... plus at least 3k (to possibly 20k more) miles the chainsaw is a definite buy this month. BF Goodrich AT KO's and Goodyear Wrangler SA keep popping up as the tires to beat. Yet I keep looking... never trust! They have to be anytime off-road coupled with the best snow/rain tires I can get. When I go I don't always consider the weather or road.
Later, or good night.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Chili on the way.
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The neighbors had not returned. It seems another group of elves came by and worked on the wood pile out back. All good. On their way home they called to see if I still had chili, which I did. I tossed in a bag of shredded cheese, but no crackers as I was pretty much out. I just hope they enjoy it. I told them that I might be making a batch of corned beef, with potatoes and cabbage soon, too. I simply can't eat that much food. I'm not sure it's his favorite, but... It can actually make decent sandwich meat. And it is something different, in any case. It is way to much for me to eat, and I'm not set up to freeze batches. I suppose I have the gear for it now, just not the mental... something. Plus, once you freeze it you have to remember it is there.
It looks like his son will be coming over to mow tomorrow, around 13:00. I need to figure out how to be awake by then. I've been sleeping until about 16:00 lately. When I try to get up early, it's a bit rough. Still, I want to be around when he is mowing, and to take turns at it. Even if I can't do all that much, if I hope to do half, just getting out and helping would... ease my ego, be good for the body, and might make life a bit easier for him too. Yeah, I know kids have lots of pep. But I like to think they get to use some of that just being a kid, too. Not that he doesn't, just... for my part, you know.
While I enjoyed the chili, ate a ton of it actually, it was good to see it go. I ate probably two thirds of the pot. I started with a half to a full gallon of water (bean gravy, really, from cooking the beans), three (dry) pounds of beans, two to three pounds of hamburger, three pounds of tomatoes, and added a quarter to a half cup of cheese per every other bowl, and sour cream to every third or fourth bowl. Yeah, I ate good. Too good. The good thing is my bowels are in high gear and working like clockwork. Talk about cleaning house! Thankfully the cats don't mind flatulence at all. Beans don't make me pass gas like some people, just more than my almost nil usual. So my 'air flavorings' are somewhat different for my cats.
When I received the call, with an hour notice, I decided to try and get my butt going. It took a good half hour to climb out of bed, then I got a shower and actually dressed in clothes instead of pajamas. Which means I may head to town tonight. And, being early enough, mostly, I may call my friend and see if he wants to go out too. While I am still struggling, and can't really plan to be out, I can take the opportunity when it arrives. No promises though. While I did get up, showered, and dressed, I am still not quite awake or aware.
Later.
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The neighbors had not returned. It seems another group of elves came by and worked on the wood pile out back. All good. On their way home they called to see if I still had chili, which I did. I tossed in a bag of shredded cheese, but no crackers as I was pretty much out. I just hope they enjoy it. I told them that I might be making a batch of corned beef, with potatoes and cabbage soon, too. I simply can't eat that much food. I'm not sure it's his favorite, but... It can actually make decent sandwich meat. And it is something different, in any case. It is way to much for me to eat, and I'm not set up to freeze batches. I suppose I have the gear for it now, just not the mental... something. Plus, once you freeze it you have to remember it is there.
It looks like his son will be coming over to mow tomorrow, around 13:00. I need to figure out how to be awake by then. I've been sleeping until about 16:00 lately. When I try to get up early, it's a bit rough. Still, I want to be around when he is mowing, and to take turns at it. Even if I can't do all that much, if I hope to do half, just getting out and helping would... ease my ego, be good for the body, and might make life a bit easier for him too. Yeah, I know kids have lots of pep. But I like to think they get to use some of that just being a kid, too. Not that he doesn't, just... for my part, you know.
While I enjoyed the chili, ate a ton of it actually, it was good to see it go. I ate probably two thirds of the pot. I started with a half to a full gallon of water (bean gravy, really, from cooking the beans), three (dry) pounds of beans, two to three pounds of hamburger, three pounds of tomatoes, and added a quarter to a half cup of cheese per every other bowl, and sour cream to every third or fourth bowl. Yeah, I ate good. Too good. The good thing is my bowels are in high gear and working like clockwork. Talk about cleaning house! Thankfully the cats don't mind flatulence at all. Beans don't make me pass gas like some people, just more than my almost nil usual. So my 'air flavorings' are somewhat different for my cats.
When I received the call, with an hour notice, I decided to try and get my butt going. It took a good half hour to climb out of bed, then I got a shower and actually dressed in clothes instead of pajamas. Which means I may head to town tonight. And, being early enough, mostly, I may call my friend and see if he wants to go out too. While I am still struggling, and can't really plan to be out, I can take the opportunity when it arrives. No promises though. While I did get up, showered, and dressed, I am still not quite awake or aware.
Later.
Monday, April 2, 2012
If it is a disease, I think I like it.
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Women on the brain, that is.
I suppose spring has put a skip in my jump. And, when that happens, women come to mind posthaste. In my dreams and waking thoughts I have been remembering women past and thinking of the possibility of women in the future. Chances are slim but I'm not dead yet. The practicalities of gaining and keeping a woman, wife, are set aside mostly, but not completely ignored. Women truly are a gift from God. But anything God gives is rather potent, too.
While I may never be able to be the rugged outdoorsman, the extreme or even solid athlete, or even a solid home handy man, I would at least be a potent lover and I would be available for talking, minor activities (even things like hiking if she would be patient or at least keep such plans active and take care of all but the driving and my walking). A decent provider, within reason. A good father, I would be involved with my children. I would be home to help with small things too. So, while not the ideal for some women, I think I would be perfect for some women. Or more, I wouldn't be my ideal of what a husband is but it might work for many women.
In these times, I think back to some of my original thoughts on women. My first love, as I have said, was Marilyn Monroe. This was before anything icky in my life occurred, and yet I was only three or so. I was sure I was going to marry her. And had she lived long enough, I just might have. Ewww! Still, a plan is a plan, but she was already dead. After a few more starlets, I actually moved on to the girl-next-door types. And, that is where I stayed, thus where I am. Why? They are real, unpretentious, and actually available. They don't spend (give or take) inordinate amounts of time trying to be something fictional. And they are hot, given the right incentives, a bit of cash and direction, and a little time to figure out that role. Even a plain woman beats out a starlet, more so if she wishes to be a wife and mother. There is something dead about women who look fantastic and yet never produce. A false promise? An affront to God's first unofficial commandment? Barren.
Oh, I still have my pinups. A Betty Page and Cheesecake calendar support my fantasy this year, a dark themed fantasy-sci-fi women calendar last year. And I can't say I haven't enjoyed the thoughts concerning certain "women" in some of my games. But it isn't the same. I still remember the first women I was 'involved with'. Not many men take their first lover before they turn six. Not always, but tonight the names are rolling through my memory. At least some of the early ones. Through, say, high school. I lose track in the Navy and until I was about 35, remembering mostly the incidents, minus names and other incriminating evidence. I sure knew how to wiggle, but as one of my haunting songs suggest, I had no idea why. At least I have learned that, to the point that not being given a chance to have children makes the sex seem rather uninteresting. If I can't quite say it would lack all appeal.
Hmm, on to a few other things. I am hoping to get to sleep tonight, early. I am going to make a run at being up and ready for Mass tomorrow, and perhaps swimming. I don't even know if I can do both. But if I can, I may even push to get over and see my friend. Napping, sleeping, waking, headaches, and lots of things are all getting swirled into an odd little life. Just maybe I can pull something out of it. One step at a time, two or three when I can, and so on.
Oh, I think I have definitively decided to get a chainsaw. I probably have six months to a year before the tires are needed. And in all other ways I have cut down on expenditures. I am in the black, and a bit more than I thought I would be, if I still have to check everything to make sure nothing is being unattended. Grhrhrhrhahaha. Nothing like being half out of it three quarters of the time to make life much more interesting! :)
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Women on the brain, that is.
I suppose spring has put a skip in my jump. And, when that happens, women come to mind posthaste. In my dreams and waking thoughts I have been remembering women past and thinking of the possibility of women in the future. Chances are slim but I'm not dead yet. The practicalities of gaining and keeping a woman, wife, are set aside mostly, but not completely ignored. Women truly are a gift from God. But anything God gives is rather potent, too.
While I may never be able to be the rugged outdoorsman, the extreme or even solid athlete, or even a solid home handy man, I would at least be a potent lover and I would be available for talking, minor activities (even things like hiking if she would be patient or at least keep such plans active and take care of all but the driving and my walking). A decent provider, within reason. A good father, I would be involved with my children. I would be home to help with small things too. So, while not the ideal for some women, I think I would be perfect for some women. Or more, I wouldn't be my ideal of what a husband is but it might work for many women.
In these times, I think back to some of my original thoughts on women. My first love, as I have said, was Marilyn Monroe. This was before anything icky in my life occurred, and yet I was only three or so. I was sure I was going to marry her. And had she lived long enough, I just might have. Ewww! Still, a plan is a plan, but she was already dead. After a few more starlets, I actually moved on to the girl-next-door types. And, that is where I stayed, thus where I am. Why? They are real, unpretentious, and actually available. They don't spend (give or take) inordinate amounts of time trying to be something fictional. And they are hot, given the right incentives, a bit of cash and direction, and a little time to figure out that role. Even a plain woman beats out a starlet, more so if she wishes to be a wife and mother. There is something dead about women who look fantastic and yet never produce. A false promise? An affront to God's first unofficial commandment? Barren.
Oh, I still have my pinups. A Betty Page and Cheesecake calendar support my fantasy this year, a dark themed fantasy-sci-fi women calendar last year. And I can't say I haven't enjoyed the thoughts concerning certain "women" in some of my games. But it isn't the same. I still remember the first women I was 'involved with'. Not many men take their first lover before they turn six. Not always, but tonight the names are rolling through my memory. At least some of the early ones. Through, say, high school. I lose track in the Navy and until I was about 35, remembering mostly the incidents, minus names and other incriminating evidence. I sure knew how to wiggle, but as one of my haunting songs suggest, I had no idea why. At least I have learned that, to the point that not being given a chance to have children makes the sex seem rather uninteresting. If I can't quite say it would lack all appeal.
Hmm, on to a few other things. I am hoping to get to sleep tonight, early. I am going to make a run at being up and ready for Mass tomorrow, and perhaps swimming. I don't even know if I can do both. But if I can, I may even push to get over and see my friend. Napping, sleeping, waking, headaches, and lots of things are all getting swirled into an odd little life. Just maybe I can pull something out of it. One step at a time, two or three when I can, and so on.
Oh, I think I have definitively decided to get a chainsaw. I probably have six months to a year before the tires are needed. And in all other ways I have cut down on expenditures. I am in the black, and a bit more than I thought I would be, if I still have to check everything to make sure nothing is being unattended. Grhrhrhrhahaha. Nothing like being half out of it three quarters of the time to make life much more interesting! :)
Oh! Ouch!
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Don't know what ran over me. I wasn't out bullocks testing brahma bulls with my boots, either. Right now I just feel like I was run over. Earlier today I heard someone(s) out working on the wood. When I first heard it, and woke, I went to jump out of bed. That went over like a lead zeppelin. As soon as my head left the pillow, someone smashed a railroad spike through the middle of the back of my head. I went from shock to nausea so fast I couldn't yelp. The world began spinning, so I went back into unconsciousness as fast as I could. I don't know how long I slept today, though it was long. The odd thing is, as I am waking now, other than the body feeling beaten up, the headache is gone, as is the nausea. That was, at least, a rather unusual occurrence.
Yeah, it's Monday. Yes, I was going to be swimming today. No, it didn't happen, nor Mass, nor have I visited my friend. Yes, they are still... being scheduled. Hush, mother.
It looks like they stacked the logs neatly out back and raked. Damn nice of them. I just wish I had been able to pop up and go out. I'm working on it. I guess, often, I think I am doing better than I am, merely because I think I am. I don't have anything objective by which to judge, living in my thoughts more than flesh as I do. Darth Vader after the loss of his fuse box, or after he turned to the light? If I still insist I am on the side of light? Yeah, something like that. I remember vividly what I have and can do, but with some parts shut down and those parts variable, I never quite have a clean path to function. I, put bluntly, don't know what will work or how to get what will work to work without experimenting, by which time things may have changed. What works today may not, probably won't, work tomorrow. Still, rather than being an engineer in the world I am an engineer within my own flesh. Like most, I work with old, half-broken, systemically barely viable, systems. Well, it's the positive way of looking at things. At least my libido works as if I were a 20-something. Even when I don't want it to. Bah!
Later.
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Don't know what ran over me. I wasn't out bullocks testing brahma bulls with my boots, either. Right now I just feel like I was run over. Earlier today I heard someone(s) out working on the wood. When I first heard it, and woke, I went to jump out of bed. That went over like a lead zeppelin. As soon as my head left the pillow, someone smashed a railroad spike through the middle of the back of my head. I went from shock to nausea so fast I couldn't yelp. The world began spinning, so I went back into unconsciousness as fast as I could. I don't know how long I slept today, though it was long. The odd thing is, as I am waking now, other than the body feeling beaten up, the headache is gone, as is the nausea. That was, at least, a rather unusual occurrence.
Yeah, it's Monday. Yes, I was going to be swimming today. No, it didn't happen, nor Mass, nor have I visited my friend. Yes, they are still... being scheduled. Hush, mother.
It looks like they stacked the logs neatly out back and raked. Damn nice of them. I just wish I had been able to pop up and go out. I'm working on it. I guess, often, I think I am doing better than I am, merely because I think I am. I don't have anything objective by which to judge, living in my thoughts more than flesh as I do. Darth Vader after the loss of his fuse box, or after he turned to the light? If I still insist I am on the side of light? Yeah, something like that. I remember vividly what I have and can do, but with some parts shut down and those parts variable, I never quite have a clean path to function. I, put bluntly, don't know what will work or how to get what will work to work without experimenting, by which time things may have changed. What works today may not, probably won't, work tomorrow. Still, rather than being an engineer in the world I am an engineer within my own flesh. Like most, I work with old, half-broken, systemically barely viable, systems. Well, it's the positive way of looking at things. At least my libido works as if I were a 20-something. Even when I don't want it to. Bah!
Later.
Life isn't all bad, you know.
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Nothing in particular going forward. Cooking the chili has been about it for doing. My neighbor actually called me, to check in. He asked if I had noticed that branches had been cleared, which I had. He wondered if I had heard him and his boys taking out the litter stuff. Nope, I suggested honestly. When I sleep, and that has been very erratic lately, I sleep hard. If I had heard them I would have gone out and joined in. They are going to be gone for a few days. Still, I offered chili for when they get back. It's in the fridge, and should last easily. The thing with meat, or anything you cook, is that when you spice it and chill it you are not just flavoring it (cooking technique can change the taste you know) you are preserving it.
The chili has been doing a fine job at what rumor has it to do, for me. And I am enjoying the food. The next meal I hope to make is corned beef. I'll wait until the neighbors are back for that for sure. I even have the potatoes and cabbage ready for that. It's a weird food, not my favorite, but fun to do once in a great while anyway.
Other than shopping late at night, escaping the dungeon has not occurred as often or well as hoped. I am still pushing for it, it's still a hot button item for me. I want/need a haircut. Oh, and I was fearing I was late for another level of the KoC. I am not. I may have botched some things but I am not late for that. I need to contact some people there, and try and work somethings out. Damn but it's rude being a cripple. Especially with seven good months that ended up being mostly just a tease. Still, I'll keep trying.
Hmm, another bowl of chili? Excuse me! Why, sure! :)
Oh, the wayback process started me thinking of some other songs from various eras. I'll put a post together about those later. Youtube is amazing. Later.
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Nothing in particular going forward. Cooking the chili has been about it for doing. My neighbor actually called me, to check in. He asked if I had noticed that branches had been cleared, which I had. He wondered if I had heard him and his boys taking out the litter stuff. Nope, I suggested honestly. When I sleep, and that has been very erratic lately, I sleep hard. If I had heard them I would have gone out and joined in. They are going to be gone for a few days. Still, I offered chili for when they get back. It's in the fridge, and should last easily. The thing with meat, or anything you cook, is that when you spice it and chill it you are not just flavoring it (cooking technique can change the taste you know) you are preserving it.
The chili has been doing a fine job at what rumor has it to do, for me. And I am enjoying the food. The next meal I hope to make is corned beef. I'll wait until the neighbors are back for that for sure. I even have the potatoes and cabbage ready for that. It's a weird food, not my favorite, but fun to do once in a great while anyway.
Other than shopping late at night, escaping the dungeon has not occurred as often or well as hoped. I am still pushing for it, it's still a hot button item for me. I want/need a haircut. Oh, and I was fearing I was late for another level of the KoC. I am not. I may have botched some things but I am not late for that. I need to contact some people there, and try and work somethings out. Damn but it's rude being a cripple. Especially with seven good months that ended up being mostly just a tease. Still, I'll keep trying.
Hmm, another bowl of chili? Excuse me! Why, sure! :)
Oh, the wayback process started me thinking of some other songs from various eras. I'll put a post together about those later. Youtube is amazing. Later.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Snow!
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While I slept we got a complete white-out. If what I am hearing is correct, we received a foot, and might end up with a foot and a half of snow. My sleep turned into more of an extended nap, going to bed at 00:30 and waking at 3:30 or so, my naps are usually two hours or less. How did we get that much snow that fast? Ah, it was probably snowing when I thought it was just blowing. I ought to look out my windows more often, that would have been neat to see. My guess is that it will all be gone in a very short time, save for whatever the mountains got.
When I woke, just for "fun", I got on the scale. I am down to 238! That is twenty six pounds off in three or four months. Odd, but extra meals seem to be helping me lose weight. I should get back in to the doctor's office though, just to have them check that. And, that is with cutting the water pill. We'll see but I doubt anything (more) is wrong.
The chili was good but... just good. I didn't bat this one out of the park. It's got just that touch of back-of-the-throat burn that I like, plus a touch of up-front heat. Still, it might be too much for virgin-to-heat mouths. I would love to share some of this out. Of course, a family of eight, living in tight quarters (how else can a family of eight or more live)... this might lead to... contentions. Still, a well filled belly makes up for much. Another bowl? Why, excuse me, sure! :)
Oh, by the way, you do realize the day? The first two paragraphs are on me. The chili scenario may be too, but that is only a possibility at this point. *triple grins* Happy April 1st!
For D.C., for the 1st next year. Yeah, I could see you doing the printer thing on your "cell mates". Oh yes I could. Just speak to the printer. Reminds me of an old trucker-hitch hiker joke, but... enough has been said already. For my part, the motorized toilet paper roller is more my style. I love making my women scream, stew, and fuss, only to then turn on the charm (or proper sad puppy look). Plus, it might be a real little project for the next time my mother and lady friend visit. If you can't trick the one you are with, wait! Catch them on the flip-side. *beep-beep'm beep beep yeah* Sorry, the Beatles just rolled through my wayback machine recovery process. Never mind.
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While I slept we got a complete white-out. If what I am hearing is correct, we received a foot, and might end up with a foot and a half of snow. My sleep turned into more of an extended nap, going to bed at 00:30 and waking at 3:30 or so, my naps are usually two hours or less. How did we get that much snow that fast? Ah, it was probably snowing when I thought it was just blowing. I ought to look out my windows more often, that would have been neat to see. My guess is that it will all be gone in a very short time, save for whatever the mountains got.
When I woke, just for "fun", I got on the scale. I am down to 238! That is twenty six pounds off in three or four months. Odd, but extra meals seem to be helping me lose weight. I should get back in to the doctor's office though, just to have them check that. And, that is with cutting the water pill. We'll see but I doubt anything (more) is wrong.
The chili was good but... just good. I didn't bat this one out of the park. It's got just that touch of back-of-the-throat burn that I like, plus a touch of up-front heat. Still, it might be too much for virgin-to-heat mouths. I would love to share some of this out. Of course, a family of eight, living in tight quarters (how else can a family of eight or more live)... this might lead to... contentions. Still, a well filled belly makes up for much. Another bowl? Why, excuse me, sure! :)
Oh, by the way, you do realize the day? The first two paragraphs are on me. The chili scenario may be too, but that is only a possibility at this point. *triple grins* Happy April 1st!
For D.C., for the 1st next year. Yeah, I could see you doing the printer thing on your "cell mates". Oh yes I could. Just speak to the printer. Reminds me of an old trucker-hitch hiker joke, but... enough has been said already. For my part, the motorized toilet paper roller is more my style. I love making my women scream, stew, and fuss, only to then turn on the charm (or proper sad puppy look). Plus, it might be a real little project for the next time my mother and lady friend visit. If you can't trick the one you are with, wait! Catch them on the flip-side. *beep-beep'm beep beep yeah* Sorry, the Beatles just rolled through my wayback machine recovery process. Never mind.
Chili was served.
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I ended up not taking a nap. Which is good, I might get to sleep a bit earlier. Instead I got on that chili. I was being careful while spicing. And, for my part, hit the target. It is what I would label as mild. Now, if hot peppers are totally foreign to your diet you might well choke on it. The way I do it, the heat doesn't hit you until it's way too late. Still, perhaps the neighbors would like a half gallon of it, or a little more.
It's just past midnight. If I can catch the dreamcaster's boat before long perhaps I can be up and at it early tomorrow. It's always a bit rocky when changing sleep times. The weather might help. I need to get in and take my friend out. Then again, I am not sure what this wind might bring with it. It almost sounds and feels as if snow or rain could be coming in on this.
Okies, good night. That chili is putting me down as good as a wrestler using a sleeper hold.
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I ended up not taking a nap. Which is good, I might get to sleep a bit earlier. Instead I got on that chili. I was being careful while spicing. And, for my part, hit the target. It is what I would label as mild. Now, if hot peppers are totally foreign to your diet you might well choke on it. The way I do it, the heat doesn't hit you until it's way too late. Still, perhaps the neighbors would like a half gallon of it, or a little more.
It's just past midnight. If I can catch the dreamcaster's boat before long perhaps I can be up and at it early tomorrow. It's always a bit rocky when changing sleep times. The weather might help. I need to get in and take my friend out. Then again, I am not sure what this wind might bring with it. It almost sounds and feels as if snow or rain could be coming in on this.
Okies, good night. That chili is putting me down as good as a wrestler using a sleeper hold.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Not to be.
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The beans took longer to cook than what I had planned. They always do. Or, more, I don't count how long I know it will take into my planning. Still, they are done. I just need to fry up the hamburger, mix the tomatoes in, add some of the bean gravy back, spice it, and then let it marry. But first, a nap. Yeah, I don't get that. I suppose I woke up earlier than usual, by a lot, and am paying a small price.
I finished Deus Ex: Human Revolution (or evolution). And I have enjoyed some of these last games I have played, if I am not going for all of the trophies. A trophy, in game, is a little event(s) where you get... a trophy... for doing something sometimes normal or sometimes rather difficult. I have tried two of the games to see if I would like them. Killzone 3 was not really what I wanted to play, if I haven't given it much of a chance. Too military, with probably the poor notion game writers have of the military. And Heavy Rain is being installed, though it looks to be another buggy game, like Mass Effect. When there are too many possibilities in game, and too many possible endings, programmers can't seem to make the game track right. Toward the end such games just turn to mush. But more, I am tired of gaming. It has helped, in these last months, keep me afloat a bit. But they really aren't fun for extended periods of time. Maybe now I can get on to real things.
The wind is really gusting out there. Sassy is all freaked, but it's cute. What is not cute is that she has started to vomit too. I figured it would eventually happen. The first time I found one of her "gifts", I thought it was poo. Nope, I saw her give her last 'gift'. It even has yellow liquid come out with it, just like pee. Argh! I did find some pumpkin in a can. I have heard feeding them that, if they will eat it, mixed in with their other food, will take the hairballs right on out the correct end. I dunno. But if I don't do something I am going to go crazy. And why do they like doing it on carpets and rugs? At least it was the old carpet, this time.
Biking, swimming, and hiking are all become more possible as the weather improves. Swimming would be the best, with the unpredictability of spring weather. Yard work almost called me out today but I got busy with the beans. Yes, a one trick pony I am. One trick at a time anyway. I knew though, that if I got out in the yard, I might end up burning the beans. I can't hear the alarm outside.
Oh, no trip to town. That was the "Not to be" bit. And I need a nap too. I'll keep trying. Later, maybe even good night.
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The beans took longer to cook than what I had planned. They always do. Or, more, I don't count how long I know it will take into my planning. Still, they are done. I just need to fry up the hamburger, mix the tomatoes in, add some of the bean gravy back, spice it, and then let it marry. But first, a nap. Yeah, I don't get that. I suppose I woke up earlier than usual, by a lot, and am paying a small price.
I finished Deus Ex: Human Revolution (or evolution). And I have enjoyed some of these last games I have played, if I am not going for all of the trophies. A trophy, in game, is a little event(s) where you get... a trophy... for doing something sometimes normal or sometimes rather difficult. I have tried two of the games to see if I would like them. Killzone 3 was not really what I wanted to play, if I haven't given it much of a chance. Too military, with probably the poor notion game writers have of the military. And Heavy Rain is being installed, though it looks to be another buggy game, like Mass Effect. When there are too many possibilities in game, and too many possible endings, programmers can't seem to make the game track right. Toward the end such games just turn to mush. But more, I am tired of gaming. It has helped, in these last months, keep me afloat a bit. But they really aren't fun for extended periods of time. Maybe now I can get on to real things.
The wind is really gusting out there. Sassy is all freaked, but it's cute. What is not cute is that she has started to vomit too. I figured it would eventually happen. The first time I found one of her "gifts", I thought it was poo. Nope, I saw her give her last 'gift'. It even has yellow liquid come out with it, just like pee. Argh! I did find some pumpkin in a can. I have heard feeding them that, if they will eat it, mixed in with their other food, will take the hairballs right on out the correct end. I dunno. But if I don't do something I am going to go crazy. And why do they like doing it on carpets and rugs? At least it was the old carpet, this time.
Biking, swimming, and hiking are all become more possible as the weather improves. Swimming would be the best, with the unpredictability of spring weather. Yard work almost called me out today but I got busy with the beans. Yes, a one trick pony I am. One trick at a time anyway. I knew though, that if I got out in the yard, I might end up burning the beans. I can't hear the alarm outside.
Oh, no trip to town. That was the "Not to be" bit. And I need a nap too. I'll keep trying. Later, maybe even good night.
Up a bit earlier.
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The alarm didn't do it. I did set it and... I think I just turned it off. Not ready to wake, not able to wake, I went back to sleep. A call from my lady friend an hour later did the trick. I've called her twice. I knew why she hadn't answered. A task she has been avoiding. I'm not the only one who hides, for various reasons. She is doing well, and is planning to get to biking soon. Come to think of it, if I can, that would be good for me too. At least, for the most part, I know I can keep my balance. Gaining stamina on the dratted thing is a whole other issue. Biking would compliment my swimming and be something to do on days I can't otherwise get to town.
I just realized something. My tires are going to need to be replaced before too long. They are at least $400 per, and more like $500 or $550 anymore, and that is just for standard all weather. You can shoot the moon on some of the, I dunno-seven belt tires, or mud slingers. I stick with normal tires, though I would love to get a few more ply in there if the opportunity arises. I best start saving or that will eat two thirds of my nestegg. Which... might mean no chainsaw. But how to deal with the chunks of tree out back otherwise? Ugh...
Life does seem to come at you pretty fast, doesn't it? Just when you have things squared, the world becomes globular. When you get that arranged, time is added to the equation, when you figure that, you are back to squaring things. You never get ahead, it is only a matter of how far behind you are. All good, mostly. It would definitely be boring without something to bother us to wakefulness.
The wind is blowing, gusting pretty good from time to time. But I can certainly feel spring, even summer a bit, on these winds and this day. With the wind comes a dust haze, so the mountains aren't quite as clear. That just adds to their mystique though. I really hope, this summer, to find myself treading up in those passes and paths. Like biking and swimming, I am going to have to start small and work my way to longer treks. I do have my rucksack ready. My boots are solidly broken in. I have the write socks, and other clothing, a couple of jackets, and even rain gear of various easily packed sorts. I would like to get a box or two of MRE's, so as to take a few with me, just in case. The goal is not to eat all that much but time and direction can escape a stranger in a strange land, and quickly. Four of those, and an emergency food bar, along with my water filter, could see me through a week without much distress. Some grumbling, of course, but nothing much worse. Out here, there are enough other outdoorsmen and people living here and there that being lost for a week in my chosen mountains would take some serious circle walking. :)
I ought to get a shower, and see if my friend wants to get out. Nothing fancy today, just taking him where he wants to go, then a meal somewhere. With the weather doing so well and me stirring from my winter slumbering, perhaps we could plan to go shooting soon. He has a brand new pistol and a new barrel on another pistol. He has be be chomping at the bit to walk them through their paces. I'm hoping the new barrel on his .45 will chamber and eject better. I think he may have sanded the receiver section the last barrel a bit much. But then, what do I really know. Reading gun mags does not a gunsmith make. I feel the need to fill my hand and speed some lead downrange myself.
Hmm, best cook the beans before I go. I can then let them cool while in town, brown the hamburger and mix the tomatoes and beans in when I get home, calling it good. Oh, I need fresh onions anyway. I have sour cream, shredded cheddar, and crackers should I want them. Usually my chili is more like a stew than a soup though, so crackers aren't exactly my thing. I love crackers for the soupy chili, and other runny soups, but not for stews of beef or bean type. Yeah, yeah, blathering. Let me get to it. I may, if it all works out, get to a bit of yard work tomorrow. Just raking a section, picking up some of the smaller limbs, and... being outside in fresh air.
Good day.
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The alarm didn't do it. I did set it and... I think I just turned it off. Not ready to wake, not able to wake, I went back to sleep. A call from my lady friend an hour later did the trick. I've called her twice. I knew why she hadn't answered. A task she has been avoiding. I'm not the only one who hides, for various reasons. She is doing well, and is planning to get to biking soon. Come to think of it, if I can, that would be good for me too. At least, for the most part, I know I can keep my balance. Gaining stamina on the dratted thing is a whole other issue. Biking would compliment my swimming and be something to do on days I can't otherwise get to town.
I just realized something. My tires are going to need to be replaced before too long. They are at least $400 per, and more like $500 or $550 anymore, and that is just for standard all weather. You can shoot the moon on some of the, I dunno-seven belt tires, or mud slingers. I stick with normal tires, though I would love to get a few more ply in there if the opportunity arises. I best start saving or that will eat two thirds of my nestegg. Which... might mean no chainsaw. But how to deal with the chunks of tree out back otherwise? Ugh...
Life does seem to come at you pretty fast, doesn't it? Just when you have things squared, the world becomes globular. When you get that arranged, time is added to the equation, when you figure that, you are back to squaring things. You never get ahead, it is only a matter of how far behind you are. All good, mostly. It would definitely be boring without something to bother us to wakefulness.
The wind is blowing, gusting pretty good from time to time. But I can certainly feel spring, even summer a bit, on these winds and this day. With the wind comes a dust haze, so the mountains aren't quite as clear. That just adds to their mystique though. I really hope, this summer, to find myself treading up in those passes and paths. Like biking and swimming, I am going to have to start small and work my way to longer treks. I do have my rucksack ready. My boots are solidly broken in. I have the write socks, and other clothing, a couple of jackets, and even rain gear of various easily packed sorts. I would like to get a box or two of MRE's, so as to take a few with me, just in case. The goal is not to eat all that much but time and direction can escape a stranger in a strange land, and quickly. Four of those, and an emergency food bar, along with my water filter, could see me through a week without much distress. Some grumbling, of course, but nothing much worse. Out here, there are enough other outdoorsmen and people living here and there that being lost for a week in my chosen mountains would take some serious circle walking. :)
I ought to get a shower, and see if my friend wants to get out. Nothing fancy today, just taking him where he wants to go, then a meal somewhere. With the weather doing so well and me stirring from my winter slumbering, perhaps we could plan to go shooting soon. He has a brand new pistol and a new barrel on another pistol. He has be be chomping at the bit to walk them through their paces. I'm hoping the new barrel on his .45 will chamber and eject better. I think he may have sanded the receiver section the last barrel a bit much. But then, what do I really know. Reading gun mags does not a gunsmith make. I feel the need to fill my hand and speed some lead downrange myself.
Hmm, best cook the beans before I go. I can then let them cool while in town, brown the hamburger and mix the tomatoes and beans in when I get home, calling it good. Oh, I need fresh onions anyway. I have sour cream, shredded cheddar, and crackers should I want them. Usually my chili is more like a stew than a soup though, so crackers aren't exactly my thing. I love crackers for the soupy chili, and other runny soups, but not for stews of beef or bean type. Yeah, yeah, blathering. Let me get to it. I may, if it all works out, get to a bit of yard work tomorrow. Just raking a section, picking up some of the smaller limbs, and... being outside in fresh air.
Good day.
Starting to feel like a vampire.
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No, no hunger for blood. Not of the vampire sort anyway. A little combat would be nice, sort of. It is just that as the sun begins to lighten the air just a tadge I find myself ready for bed. I don't like sleeping during the day, either. Because of the higher temps and light I don't sleep as well so I end up sleeping longer or not as well.
I'm not sure how my plans for getting to swimming and Mass Monday will work out. The alarm clock hasn't been helping, nor have my other efforts. I'll get there, soon enough, if not Monday.
How good is your sense of smell? This evening I noticed something wafting in from... somewhere. Sweet, grainy, earthy... It turned out to be the beans I am soaking. They had been soaking, in cold water, for several hours. In a pot with a lid on it. Simply put, that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't have been able to smell that. I can even smell when meats, rapped in plastic, I have out are thawed. Is that... natural? Normal? Remember, I chew tobacco. I sort of thought that would throw off my sense of smell. It doesn't, not for me. All of my senses, when I am able to focus at a normal level, are rather acute. I even have outstanding night vision. Not bad for someone who has not eaten properly for most of my adult life. It's not due to carrots.
I would like to stay up and cook the beans but a rinse and back to soaking is as good as I can do. The hamburger should be thawed by the time I wake up to begin working on the meal, though. I had forgotten that little detail. Chili sure sounds good. While it is spring, it is still rather chill usually. I'll have to give the neighbors a call, see if chili sounds good for them tonight or tomorrow. Oh, I have been keeping up on the dishes too. It's odd with just one person. It isn't worth doing one or two plates or dishes, but it accumulates quickly. It's like cooking for one, a bit of a trick.
Good night-morning.
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No, no hunger for blood. Not of the vampire sort anyway. A little combat would be nice, sort of. It is just that as the sun begins to lighten the air just a tadge I find myself ready for bed. I don't like sleeping during the day, either. Because of the higher temps and light I don't sleep as well so I end up sleeping longer or not as well.
I'm not sure how my plans for getting to swimming and Mass Monday will work out. The alarm clock hasn't been helping, nor have my other efforts. I'll get there, soon enough, if not Monday.
How good is your sense of smell? This evening I noticed something wafting in from... somewhere. Sweet, grainy, earthy... It turned out to be the beans I am soaking. They had been soaking, in cold water, for several hours. In a pot with a lid on it. Simply put, that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't have been able to smell that. I can even smell when meats, rapped in plastic, I have out are thawed. Is that... natural? Normal? Remember, I chew tobacco. I sort of thought that would throw off my sense of smell. It doesn't, not for me. All of my senses, when I am able to focus at a normal level, are rather acute. I even have outstanding night vision. Not bad for someone who has not eaten properly for most of my adult life. It's not due to carrots.
I would like to stay up and cook the beans but a rinse and back to soaking is as good as I can do. The hamburger should be thawed by the time I wake up to begin working on the meal, though. I had forgotten that little detail. Chili sure sounds good. While it is spring, it is still rather chill usually. I'll have to give the neighbors a call, see if chili sounds good for them tonight or tomorrow. Oh, I have been keeping up on the dishes too. It's odd with just one person. It isn't worth doing one or two plates or dishes, but it accumulates quickly. It's like cooking for one, a bit of a trick.
Good night-morning.
Friday, March 30, 2012
The great escape.
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I did, finally, get out last tonight. It was later than I had hoped and I couldn't sleep afterward. I purchased several new dishpans, a couple of smaller storage boxes for specific purposes, a smaller rug for near my computer (the old one is... ratty), and bagels and cream cheese. Nothing fancy. Though I needed most of those things, nothing was vital. Counting coup. The large storage box is actually going to be a bathtub based dishpan for my bigger pots, pans, and the roaster. Those things hang up my efforts to clean because they don't fit any of the sinks and I just have to talk myself into getting messy by cleaning those a corner at a time. I often end up soaked, too. Now I can cook to my heart's delight. To that end I have started soaking three pounds of beans for chili. I may offer my neighbors some, though it might be on the hotter side (even though I make it somewhat mild to my tastes). We will see.
I am also thawing that corned beef. I would like to make that. I couldn't eat all of that, either. But I know someone who might be interested. Pass a meal back once in a while, when I can. I love to cook, if I can't do it... on demand.
I may try to get out again tonight. I really need milk. As the seasons change, milk is coming back into fashion. In the winter I really don't drink, nor want to drink, as much. A gallon of whole milk a week at times, though often I can get two down. In the summer, three gallons is minimal. I don't feed the cats milk much anymore, since I learned it really isn't good for them. Sometimes only one or the other cat is interested anyway. Just a dab once in a while and they are happy. Sometimes I just share out of my cup.
While my days and nights seem to be getting confused, I am hoping to go ahead and get cracking on some of the heavier cleaning. Sweeping and mopping, picking up and vacuuming, and the bathrooms. I really need to figure my main bathroom out, it seems to be getting plugged far too often. I have a lousy plunger, but it does seem to do the trick, after great effort, for now. So I don't think it is roots. Still, a good 20' snake, or longer, might be needed. A professional plunger would be nice too. I've looked for the good plungers both locally and a bit in Ogden, to no good ends. For whatever reason I just can't seem to find one. I may have to order online.
I also need to get in for a haircut. I sort of like this, as I have said.
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I did, finally, get out last tonight. It was later than I had hoped and I couldn't sleep afterward. I purchased several new dishpans, a couple of smaller storage boxes for specific purposes, a smaller rug for near my computer (the old one is... ratty), and bagels and cream cheese. Nothing fancy. Though I needed most of those things, nothing was vital. Counting coup. The large storage box is actually going to be a bathtub based dishpan for my bigger pots, pans, and the roaster. Those things hang up my efforts to clean because they don't fit any of the sinks and I just have to talk myself into getting messy by cleaning those a corner at a time. I often end up soaked, too. Now I can cook to my heart's delight. To that end I have started soaking three pounds of beans for chili. I may offer my neighbors some, though it might be on the hotter side (even though I make it somewhat mild to my tastes). We will see.
I am also thawing that corned beef. I would like to make that. I couldn't eat all of that, either. But I know someone who might be interested. Pass a meal back once in a while, when I can. I love to cook, if I can't do it... on demand.
I may try to get out again tonight. I really need milk. As the seasons change, milk is coming back into fashion. In the winter I really don't drink, nor want to drink, as much. A gallon of whole milk a week at times, though often I can get two down. In the summer, three gallons is minimal. I don't feed the cats milk much anymore, since I learned it really isn't good for them. Sometimes only one or the other cat is interested anyway. Just a dab once in a while and they are happy. Sometimes I just share out of my cup.
While my days and nights seem to be getting confused, I am hoping to go ahead and get cracking on some of the heavier cleaning. Sweeping and mopping, picking up and vacuuming, and the bathrooms. I really need to figure my main bathroom out, it seems to be getting plugged far too often. I have a lousy plunger, but it does seem to do the trick, after great effort, for now. So I don't think it is roots. Still, a good 20' snake, or longer, might be needed. A professional plunger would be nice too. I've looked for the good plungers both locally and a bit in Ogden, to no good ends. For whatever reason I just can't seem to find one. I may have to order online.
I also need to get in for a haircut. I sort of like this, as I have said.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Of course, I didn't sleep early last night.
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No, whatever else, sleep was not in the cards until even later in the morning than usual. Not until after 8:00 did I finally slow down enough to try to sleep, after a call to my mother even then. And it was still a task getting to sleep. Title wave? I wish I could channel that source of power. I could probably electrify a small city with it. Getting to bed so late meant I slept long. Ah well, the goals are still set and the plans are intended and will be implemented soon or late. I have my mind and my eyes fixed on the goals.
I did look over chainsaw information. It seems the main danger is kickback, with other dangers including keeping your feet, paying attention to the physics of the cut, and standard gas engine and power tool considerations. I won't tell you why I fear chainsaws, only that I think with a little practice I can overcome it. They make wonderful tools, or weapons of terror. I knew someone one, back when I was a kid, who kept his chainsaw sharp and in good repair himself. I am not certain that is advisable for most. Much like most auto repair work. At this point it is beyond most people, especially with the added risk of destroying the warranty (if one exists).
I also dropped by the Apple store. It seems that I can add my own CDs to the playlist. That should help bunches. I have between three and four hundred CDs. Though it will be nice to get some songs in singles, from groups I generally have zero interest in otherwise. Of course, it will take a ton of time to upload three hundred fifty CDs, give or take. Ugh. A few a week, I suppose. That is, when the store will let me join. Last night they indicated there was some kind of problem. I hope it was just late night maintenance.
I may get into town tonight. Just... to get out. I am itching to get going with life again, but like usual, for health and other reasons, I am having to paw around the edges until I can get the whole thing working well and rightly. I need to find out if Walmart accepts coupons from all other stores. If so, I should have a much easier time keeping in caffeine. Soda is so expensive anymore, without a coupon.
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No, whatever else, sleep was not in the cards until even later in the morning than usual. Not until after 8:00 did I finally slow down enough to try to sleep, after a call to my mother even then. And it was still a task getting to sleep. Title wave? I wish I could channel that source of power. I could probably electrify a small city with it. Getting to bed so late meant I slept long. Ah well, the goals are still set and the plans are intended and will be implemented soon or late. I have my mind and my eyes fixed on the goals.
I did look over chainsaw information. It seems the main danger is kickback, with other dangers including keeping your feet, paying attention to the physics of the cut, and standard gas engine and power tool considerations. I won't tell you why I fear chainsaws, only that I think with a little practice I can overcome it. They make wonderful tools, or weapons of terror. I knew someone one, back when I was a kid, who kept his chainsaw sharp and in good repair himself. I am not certain that is advisable for most. Much like most auto repair work. At this point it is beyond most people, especially with the added risk of destroying the warranty (if one exists).
I also dropped by the Apple store. It seems that I can add my own CDs to the playlist. That should help bunches. I have between three and four hundred CDs. Though it will be nice to get some songs in singles, from groups I generally have zero interest in otherwise. Of course, it will take a ton of time to upload three hundred fifty CDs, give or take. Ugh. A few a week, I suppose. That is, when the store will let me join. Last night they indicated there was some kind of problem. I hope it was just late night maintenance.
I may get into town tonight. Just... to get out. I am itching to get going with life again, but like usual, for health and other reasons, I am having to paw around the edges until I can get the whole thing working well and rightly. I need to find out if Walmart accepts coupons from all other stores. If so, I should have a much easier time keeping in caffeine. Soda is so expensive anymore, without a coupon.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
No, not tonight.
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I think I will just stay home tonight. I am even going to try and get to sleep at a more normal hour. For whatever reason I do believe sleep should be easy tonight. I'll set my alarm as well. A shower, hopefully first thing tomorrow, then maybe into town. A bit of shopping for a chainsaw, lots of questions about them, and some other shopping. Getting my friend out, if he doesn't have an appointment, is also on the list. Nothing fancy, but maybe gaining a bit of traction to begin attending Mass and beginning swimming. Having my clocks and watch set up correctly should help me do what I want greatly though too. No wonder my friend has seemed a bit grumpier than usual lately. I was always way later then even my usual tardiness.
I may do a few bits of investigation before I sleep though. Chainsaws aren't toys, mostly, so a bit of looking around online for general, and specific, safety and use videos (since I still can't quite focus enough to read well). Thank God for Youtube, currently. I can learn, I just can't get words to make all that much sense. Visual and oral communications, however, go straight through without issue, and are processed into understanding quickly and efficiently. I feel a bit like Charlie Brown, when he was listening to adults, only as pertaining to reading. *buzz* It's difficult to listen to women, vocally, though too. I don't understand it, though it does remind me of when I was about ten or eleven years old (and then on through... to my twenties?). Something. There was something else I was going to check out... but I've already forgotten. Bah!
Good night.
Oh, right. I mean to investigate getting my waterproof I-pod loaded. Just sniff around the perimeter of all that for now. I probably need to get a flash memory card, as I don't trust this computer. My smart phone might also work, and be better at sorting and transferring. I'll... begin sniffing around the topic tonight. To bed by 23:00 though, I hope. Yes, good night. Ser-us-ly.
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I think I will just stay home tonight. I am even going to try and get to sleep at a more normal hour. For whatever reason I do believe sleep should be easy tonight. I'll set my alarm as well. A shower, hopefully first thing tomorrow, then maybe into town. A bit of shopping for a chainsaw, lots of questions about them, and some other shopping. Getting my friend out, if he doesn't have an appointment, is also on the list. Nothing fancy, but maybe gaining a bit of traction to begin attending Mass and beginning swimming. Having my clocks and watch set up correctly should help me do what I want greatly though too. No wonder my friend has seemed a bit grumpier than usual lately. I was always way later then even my usual tardiness.
I may do a few bits of investigation before I sleep though. Chainsaws aren't toys, mostly, so a bit of looking around online for general, and specific, safety and use videos (since I still can't quite focus enough to read well). Thank God for Youtube, currently. I can learn, I just can't get words to make all that much sense. Visual and oral communications, however, go straight through without issue, and are processed into understanding quickly and efficiently. I feel a bit like Charlie Brown, when he was listening to adults, only as pertaining to reading. *buzz* It's difficult to listen to women, vocally, though too. I don't understand it, though it does remind me of when I was about ten or eleven years old (and then on through... to my twenties?). Something. There was something else I was going to check out... but I've already forgotten. Bah!
Good night.
Oh, right. I mean to investigate getting my waterproof I-pod loaded. Just sniff around the perimeter of all that for now. I probably need to get a flash memory card, as I don't trust this computer. My smart phone might also work, and be better at sorting and transferring. I'll... begin sniffing around the topic tonight. To bed by 23:00 though, I hope. Yes, good night. Ser-us-ly.
It's still a bit rough.
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Doing what little I do is taking standing on the accelerator and grinding the gears. I guess I don't mind, if it feels like I am saddled riding a 40's era tractor in the Indy 500. So long as I don't compare, I suppose I am doing better than when simply strapped to the anchor of a carrier.
It has been cloudy and raining lately, so getting to yard work has not been the thing to do. And I seem to be waking much later than usual, my sleep patterns are shifting again. I am hoping to go to town tonight or tomorrow. Just to escape. I will call my friend if the time is reasonable. I did find the chainsaw shop I want to visit, and their hours. They are closed by now, so tomorrow might be the better time to go. I could try to set the alarm, to get me up by... 12:00, or even 14:00.
I've got to say, with the pounds coming off and with the muscle I do have under those pounds, I am starting to look... better. I'll never have a 31" waist, bench 550, or swim three miles in one session again. But I could get to 240 and maybe a 36" waist. I might even get to swimming a mile and a half and benching 400. But that will be a gimmick, since it will be hit and miss. Then again, isn't life mostly a gimmick? Do something grand and it is always about "what have you done lately"? And just doing something grand takes... more energy and concentration and resources than what it is really worth. Whether academic, athletic, or whatever, it's about doing something then selling yourself as the one who did what... really... no one else was interested in investing their own time and resources to do. No, not being cynical, just... dealing with the reals.
Still waking cranky, body wise. It might just be the spring weather. The weather and feel of this time of year allows wonderful sleep. Too wonderful, perhaps. Maybe I am just not rolling like I should. The sleep itself is wondrous. I best set up my medicines again. I am trying to stay on them, for whatever good they might do, mostly since they aren't doing any damage. The next time a doctor or nurse tries to get me to do something that is against my understanding of what is good for me in the real here and now I am simply going to ask them what the fundamental principle behind medicine is. Do you know it? "First, do no harm." So... there! I will not allow them to do harm, that is all. Long term be damned if I can't put food in my face, and I already have trouble with that.
While my neighbors usually bring over the meals, about once a week another family will feed me. I am slowly meeting more of the townfolk. It is brief, but... good. And, of course, my meals vary as such. I am grateful, very much so. I can't, even now, cook or eat well otherwise. A few squares a week and my meager efforts makes for a bit more function. And, when the time is right, perhaps even heroic, considering my situation, forays into more of life. Hiking, swimming, weight lifting, travel, and whatever else.
Later.
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Doing what little I do is taking standing on the accelerator and grinding the gears. I guess I don't mind, if it feels like I am saddled riding a 40's era tractor in the Indy 500. So long as I don't compare, I suppose I am doing better than when simply strapped to the anchor of a carrier.
It has been cloudy and raining lately, so getting to yard work has not been the thing to do. And I seem to be waking much later than usual, my sleep patterns are shifting again. I am hoping to go to town tonight or tomorrow. Just to escape. I will call my friend if the time is reasonable. I did find the chainsaw shop I want to visit, and their hours. They are closed by now, so tomorrow might be the better time to go. I could try to set the alarm, to get me up by... 12:00, or even 14:00.
I've got to say, with the pounds coming off and with the muscle I do have under those pounds, I am starting to look... better. I'll never have a 31" waist, bench 550, or swim three miles in one session again. But I could get to 240 and maybe a 36" waist. I might even get to swimming a mile and a half and benching 400. But that will be a gimmick, since it will be hit and miss. Then again, isn't life mostly a gimmick? Do something grand and it is always about "what have you done lately"? And just doing something grand takes... more energy and concentration and resources than what it is really worth. Whether academic, athletic, or whatever, it's about doing something then selling yourself as the one who did what... really... no one else was interested in investing their own time and resources to do. No, not being cynical, just... dealing with the reals.
Still waking cranky, body wise. It might just be the spring weather. The weather and feel of this time of year allows wonderful sleep. Too wonderful, perhaps. Maybe I am just not rolling like I should. The sleep itself is wondrous. I best set up my medicines again. I am trying to stay on them, for whatever good they might do, mostly since they aren't doing any damage. The next time a doctor or nurse tries to get me to do something that is against my understanding of what is good for me in the real here and now I am simply going to ask them what the fundamental principle behind medicine is. Do you know it? "First, do no harm." So... there! I will not allow them to do harm, that is all. Long term be damned if I can't put food in my face, and I already have trouble with that.
While my neighbors usually bring over the meals, about once a week another family will feed me. I am slowly meeting more of the townfolk. It is brief, but... good. And, of course, my meals vary as such. I am grateful, very much so. I can't, even now, cook or eat well otherwise. A few squares a week and my meager efforts makes for a bit more function. And, when the time is right, perhaps even heroic, considering my situation, forays into more of life. Hiking, swimming, weight lifting, travel, and whatever else.
Later.
Getting ready.
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I keep looking around the house for more things to do. Oh, there are more things. The kitchen floor needs a better sweeping and then a mopping or two. The living room needs a serious run through. My bedroom could use a little bit of neatening. And the bathroom, as usual, could take a serious bit of elbow grease. None of those, however, seem all that interesting at the moment. I'm looking for something easy, or... different. I dunno. Still, I am back in the game a bit. Now to get out. I know my friend could use getting out too.
I fried a batch of chicken tonight, as practice for doing so for the neighbors. I need to practice a few more times. At this altitude, and aridity, I believe I have the timing down, and the crust. First, I soak the chicken in salt water for about an hour, then drain it and coat it in flour (not patting it dry). I then bake it for about 45 minutes. Then I coat it in flour a second time and deep fry it. It's the only way to make sure the chicken is completely done, something I am a stickler about. I like it, but I am not sure it will be up to their notion of KFC chicken. I need, next, to figure out how to spice it. The crust is fantastic. The chicken is done. But it tastes rather... bland. I'm thinking on it. And I need to practice potato salad a time or three as well. I might end up quite tired of the stuff, but I want it right before I offer it up in thanks.
I'm still taking medicine, fairly well. And I am sleeping the right amount at between seven and eight hours. Further, I am staying up about the right number of hours, sixteen to eighteen. But I am still waking with a sore neck, getting minor headaches, and that stiff neck and upper torso thing continues. I've tried several different arrangements of various pillows but nothing seems to be helping. I'll figure it out or get over it.
I finally did, tonight, what Sassy had been messing up, in my game. There is a hack I wanted to do. The thing is it is an extremely boring, repetitive, long process. It takes between five and six hours, each step taking about a minute (mostly game reload time). It seems like she (Sassy) knew when to arrive, and would mess me up. She did it three different times, twice after I had been working the thing for over four hours! Tonight, when she arrived, I had about an hour left of "work". But instead of just trying to shoo her away I simply put her outside until I was done. Sam tried to do something similar but I can shoo her away and she gets the idea. But I have to really work at it with her, more than most times. It's like they want to trip me up. Women! And, yes, as odd as it is, I was quite pleased with my accomplishment. It's the type of task I hate, often I can't do it because I don't have the focus, and yet I got it done. I still wish I could afford a decent computer for gaming, consoles stink when it comes to cheats, which often make the third or fourth playthrough much more entertaining. Cheats also help break down problem areas so a regular run through makes more sense.
Oh, I got my clock set back up, along with all of the other clocks in the house. I set my watch up too, but will redo it before going to bed. For whatever reason, I set it ahead an hour. But the rest of the clocks are all good. Yeah, I feel better about that, too.
Good night, or morning.
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I keep looking around the house for more things to do. Oh, there are more things. The kitchen floor needs a better sweeping and then a mopping or two. The living room needs a serious run through. My bedroom could use a little bit of neatening. And the bathroom, as usual, could take a serious bit of elbow grease. None of those, however, seem all that interesting at the moment. I'm looking for something easy, or... different. I dunno. Still, I am back in the game a bit. Now to get out. I know my friend could use getting out too.
I fried a batch of chicken tonight, as practice for doing so for the neighbors. I need to practice a few more times. At this altitude, and aridity, I believe I have the timing down, and the crust. First, I soak the chicken in salt water for about an hour, then drain it and coat it in flour (not patting it dry). I then bake it for about 45 minutes. Then I coat it in flour a second time and deep fry it. It's the only way to make sure the chicken is completely done, something I am a stickler about. I like it, but I am not sure it will be up to their notion of KFC chicken. I need, next, to figure out how to spice it. The crust is fantastic. The chicken is done. But it tastes rather... bland. I'm thinking on it. And I need to practice potato salad a time or three as well. I might end up quite tired of the stuff, but I want it right before I offer it up in thanks.
I'm still taking medicine, fairly well. And I am sleeping the right amount at between seven and eight hours. Further, I am staying up about the right number of hours, sixteen to eighteen. But I am still waking with a sore neck, getting minor headaches, and that stiff neck and upper torso thing continues. I've tried several different arrangements of various pillows but nothing seems to be helping. I'll figure it out or get over it.
I finally did, tonight, what Sassy had been messing up, in my game. There is a hack I wanted to do. The thing is it is an extremely boring, repetitive, long process. It takes between five and six hours, each step taking about a minute (mostly game reload time). It seems like she (Sassy) knew when to arrive, and would mess me up. She did it three different times, twice after I had been working the thing for over four hours! Tonight, when she arrived, I had about an hour left of "work". But instead of just trying to shoo her away I simply put her outside until I was done. Sam tried to do something similar but I can shoo her away and she gets the idea. But I have to really work at it with her, more than most times. It's like they want to trip me up. Women! And, yes, as odd as it is, I was quite pleased with my accomplishment. It's the type of task I hate, often I can't do it because I don't have the focus, and yet I got it done. I still wish I could afford a decent computer for gaming, consoles stink when it comes to cheats, which often make the third or fourth playthrough much more entertaining. Cheats also help break down problem areas so a regular run through makes more sense.
Oh, I got my clock set back up, along with all of the other clocks in the house. I set my watch up too, but will redo it before going to bed. For whatever reason, I set it ahead an hour. But the rest of the clocks are all good. Yeah, I feel better about that, too.
Good night, or morning.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Oh, about blogging.
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I apologize for not commenting much. It has been a great effort to even read, so commenting at other blogs has been... unlikely. Perhaps I will get back into the swing of things. There is something good about leaving a nice note at the e-door of some total stranger, from time to time. Odd how total strangers can turn out to be quite decent friends.
Oh, and Sassy is out of the dog house. She is way to cute, curious, and creative to stay in there long. But she knows when she is in it and, until she forgets, acts just as apologetic as any child could. Way too funny.
That is all.
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I apologize for not commenting much. It has been a great effort to even read, so commenting at other blogs has been... unlikely. Perhaps I will get back into the swing of things. There is something good about leaving a nice note at the e-door of some total stranger, from time to time. Odd how total strangers can turn out to be quite decent friends.
Oh, and Sassy is out of the dog house. She is way to cute, curious, and creative to stay in there long. But she knows when she is in it and, until she forgets, acts just as apologetic as any child could. Way too funny.
That is all.
A rough one.
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Sleep has been weird lately. Spring, I suspect, is turning things upside down. Whether for that reason or some other I have been unable to sleep rightly. No matter how I adjust the pillows I wake with a cranky neck and stiff upper torso. A little massaging and stretching finds me in a reasonable humor with more flexibility but without complete relief. And my body is being weird. My feet and lower legs feel like they are on fire while my upper body is cold. Attempting to go without shoes and socks merely causes the whole of me to feel like I'm in an ice machine while wearing an extra layer causes my legs to cook at a higher degree. Probably some oddity dealing with my illnesses.
Never to worry though. With the kitchen nearly cleaned, just a bit more to go, and the rest of my home on notice that it will be getting at least a lick-and-spit treatment (think back to when your mother would, with zero time remaining, groom you, specifically your hair... argh!), but probably even more. With laundry caught up and food production back into potential swing again and all the rest, I am hoping to begin attending Mass and swimming at the first of the month. My goggles are in, I have a proper kick-board, I have two pair of swim trunks that fit rightly, if I haven't yet set up my I-pod. The I-pod can wait though, it is really for when I begin swimming more serious laps, which... won't be for a month or two after I even get to the pool, and if I can stick with it. Ugh.
I opened the windows, again today, for another airing out. With the dishes washed, trash and recycling out, and kitty litter sorted out, the fresh air should begin making a real difference. A bit more straitening would bring my home back up to specs. The truth is, though, nobody lives in a perfect home, clean and kempt at all times. I just have this weird notion of how "it should be". My mother actually ran a pretty tight ship, even when there were many of us kids. So did my foster parents. My mother though, was driven... by the ghost of her mother. By a concept that is as flawed as mine. My foster mother hated doing the work. Toward the end she simply quit doing work. One of my foster brothers first hired a maid, but when even that wasn't enough, he moved her in with his family. She had quit cooking and cleaning, as soon as us kids were gone and my father died actually. I think, though, she only ever became a wife and mother because b.c. didn't really exist well in her time, and... it was more socially expected. Had she been born in the 60's or 70's she never would have been a wife.
Anyway, I need to try to get back to... something... anything. This grudgingly meek life is an absolute bullocks buster. I am, regardless of how it might seem, a man of action. Inaction is a curse, a bane, a thorn in my side. I have to try to look for a way out whenever I am able even in the slightest.
When it warms enough, and is dry, I am hoping to begin crawling under my home and figuring things out. I want to look at the electrical and plumbing, just to figure how things work. There is an outlet that isn't working, and I want it to work. Watching D.C. pull some electrical together has been making the notion seem more real. For the moment, just doing some AC work is on the agenda. But if I can rework that one outlet I would have much greater confidence considering some DC work. While electrical isn't rocket science, it is a combination of grunt-work and actual functional design. You don't blindly do something. And it can easily be lethal. It's big boy stuff. And a chainsaw. I really do need one. Perhaps, this week some day, I will be able to be up early enough to get to town, track down the saw store, and compare the Stihl and Husqvarna. Both would run at least $500, and more with a case and kit, topping out even a goodly bit more should I choose to have two chains, or even three chains and two lengths of bar. An 18" to 20" bar is probably all I need to start, but a 24" bar could come in quite handy when the big trees are taken out in whole. As well, a cutting and a limbing chain might be quite useful, though only for the shorter bar.
I don't know. I just know sitting around has been pure "suckage", as kids might say. I best get to it. Nothing today, save maybe practice with fried chicken tonight. But the plans have begun. I am planning my escape, figuring when the "guards" will be most at ease, and thinking about where to go and what to do when I make it out.
Later.
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Sleep has been weird lately. Spring, I suspect, is turning things upside down. Whether for that reason or some other I have been unable to sleep rightly. No matter how I adjust the pillows I wake with a cranky neck and stiff upper torso. A little massaging and stretching finds me in a reasonable humor with more flexibility but without complete relief. And my body is being weird. My feet and lower legs feel like they are on fire while my upper body is cold. Attempting to go without shoes and socks merely causes the whole of me to feel like I'm in an ice machine while wearing an extra layer causes my legs to cook at a higher degree. Probably some oddity dealing with my illnesses.
Never to worry though. With the kitchen nearly cleaned, just a bit more to go, and the rest of my home on notice that it will be getting at least a lick-and-spit treatment (think back to when your mother would, with zero time remaining, groom you, specifically your hair... argh!), but probably even more. With laundry caught up and food production back into potential swing again and all the rest, I am hoping to begin attending Mass and swimming at the first of the month. My goggles are in, I have a proper kick-board, I have two pair of swim trunks that fit rightly, if I haven't yet set up my I-pod. The I-pod can wait though, it is really for when I begin swimming more serious laps, which... won't be for a month or two after I even get to the pool, and if I can stick with it. Ugh.
I opened the windows, again today, for another airing out. With the dishes washed, trash and recycling out, and kitty litter sorted out, the fresh air should begin making a real difference. A bit more straitening would bring my home back up to specs. The truth is, though, nobody lives in a perfect home, clean and kempt at all times. I just have this weird notion of how "it should be". My mother actually ran a pretty tight ship, even when there were many of us kids. So did my foster parents. My mother though, was driven... by the ghost of her mother. By a concept that is as flawed as mine. My foster mother hated doing the work. Toward the end she simply quit doing work. One of my foster brothers first hired a maid, but when even that wasn't enough, he moved her in with his family. She had quit cooking and cleaning, as soon as us kids were gone and my father died actually. I think, though, she only ever became a wife and mother because b.c. didn't really exist well in her time, and... it was more socially expected. Had she been born in the 60's or 70's she never would have been a wife.
Anyway, I need to try to get back to... something... anything. This grudgingly meek life is an absolute bullocks buster. I am, regardless of how it might seem, a man of action. Inaction is a curse, a bane, a thorn in my side. I have to try to look for a way out whenever I am able even in the slightest.
When it warms enough, and is dry, I am hoping to begin crawling under my home and figuring things out. I want to look at the electrical and plumbing, just to figure how things work. There is an outlet that isn't working, and I want it to work. Watching D.C. pull some electrical together has been making the notion seem more real. For the moment, just doing some AC work is on the agenda. But if I can rework that one outlet I would have much greater confidence considering some DC work. While electrical isn't rocket science, it is a combination of grunt-work and actual functional design. You don't blindly do something. And it can easily be lethal. It's big boy stuff. And a chainsaw. I really do need one. Perhaps, this week some day, I will be able to be up early enough to get to town, track down the saw store, and compare the Stihl and Husqvarna. Both would run at least $500, and more with a case and kit, topping out even a goodly bit more should I choose to have two chains, or even three chains and two lengths of bar. An 18" to 20" bar is probably all I need to start, but a 24" bar could come in quite handy when the big trees are taken out in whole. As well, a cutting and a limbing chain might be quite useful, though only for the shorter bar.
I don't know. I just know sitting around has been pure "suckage", as kids might say. I best get to it. Nothing today, save maybe practice with fried chicken tonight. But the plans have begun. I am planning my escape, figuring when the "guards" will be most at ease, and thinking about where to go and what to do when I make it out.
Later.
Dinner with the neighbors.
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They have six children, from six to sixteen or seventeen. I can't remember how old the eldest daughter is, but something like that. I can only imagine how things are as such, from the little glimpse I got. Though having a visitor does stir the pot a bit I think. I remembered having that many siblings, but from the prospective of a child, and the youngest at that. For the adults, at times, it must be chilling. Still, that is exactly what I wish for. While you can never be alone, as a downside, that is also a very solid upside. You can never get so into yourself that you forget what is happening. I honestly am jealous, in the best of ways.
It was also good to speak with adults. Bleary eyed from the work of raising children, cooking, gardening, teaching, and life, they were still quite pleasant hosts. I still am not quite sure how they do it, then again I don't think they always know. And it isn't like six children just appeared on their door step. It was one at a time until someone noticed the bathroom needed a schedule! :)
I hope I wasn't a poor guest. I seem to just say things. I might get labeled as a heretic, probably even by some Catholics, and not just religiously. I tend, as you know, to take an actionable and positive (as in active) conservative position. And women, conservative or not, tend to be rather of the liberal bent. Women, I think, don't tend to trust action because they aren't as capable of it as men. Diplomacy and trust are what they depend upon. Never worry, I think I was decent.
I will admit, while I enjoyed the children, they did wear me out. Something about the way they shed more energy just... moving, or talking, or anything, than I seem to have in my whole body. It absolutely wore me out. I needed a nap when I got home. The more I see of children, the more I would like a half dozen or more. Oh, I am of no misunderstanding. You don't have children to extend your life, if that does tend to happen. You share your life with some random creature who will eventually become their own person. I remember a comedian who suggested children where bums you create for your own home. Too funny. But they are blood. They are the future. They are to hope, trust, faith. And they are every bit a natural part of the bitter-sweet relationship between men and women. A truce to a war that can never be won.
Dinner was very good too. It was amazing watching the final touches of cooking. She feeds an army! I can only imagine how much food they go through in a week, month. Cooking must almost be a non-stop effort.
Anyway, that was my night, with a nap thrown in afterwards.
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They have six children, from six to sixteen or seventeen. I can't remember how old the eldest daughter is, but something like that. I can only imagine how things are as such, from the little glimpse I got. Though having a visitor does stir the pot a bit I think. I remembered having that many siblings, but from the prospective of a child, and the youngest at that. For the adults, at times, it must be chilling. Still, that is exactly what I wish for. While you can never be alone, as a downside, that is also a very solid upside. You can never get so into yourself that you forget what is happening. I honestly am jealous, in the best of ways.
It was also good to speak with adults. Bleary eyed from the work of raising children, cooking, gardening, teaching, and life, they were still quite pleasant hosts. I still am not quite sure how they do it, then again I don't think they always know. And it isn't like six children just appeared on their door step. It was one at a time until someone noticed the bathroom needed a schedule! :)
I hope I wasn't a poor guest. I seem to just say things. I might get labeled as a heretic, probably even by some Catholics, and not just religiously. I tend, as you know, to take an actionable and positive (as in active) conservative position. And women, conservative or not, tend to be rather of the liberal bent. Women, I think, don't tend to trust action because they aren't as capable of it as men. Diplomacy and trust are what they depend upon. Never worry, I think I was decent.
I will admit, while I enjoyed the children, they did wear me out. Something about the way they shed more energy just... moving, or talking, or anything, than I seem to have in my whole body. It absolutely wore me out. I needed a nap when I got home. The more I see of children, the more I would like a half dozen or more. Oh, I am of no misunderstanding. You don't have children to extend your life, if that does tend to happen. You share your life with some random creature who will eventually become their own person. I remember a comedian who suggested children where bums you create for your own home. Too funny. But they are blood. They are the future. They are to hope, trust, faith. And they are every bit a natural part of the bitter-sweet relationship between men and women. A truce to a war that can never be won.
Dinner was very good too. It was amazing watching the final touches of cooking. She feeds an army! I can only imagine how much food they go through in a week, month. Cooking must almost be a non-stop effort.
Anyway, that was my night, with a nap thrown in afterwards.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Well... ^2
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(that is, "well..." squared)
I didn't get out last night again. But I did do two loads of laundry (about all I reasonably could put together for even a partial load) and three loads of dishes, plus everything else has been sorted and is soaking in hot sudsy as I write. I suppose a few items will pop up, as I go further along. But for the most part all of the silverware and dishes have been washed. I don't just wash them, either. If anything is out of order, they went back into soaking and were washed again. Actually, all of them got at least two washings. Yeah, it was that bad. I suspect the pans will get a couple of soaks and scrubbings too. But, by the end of the week, the kitchen should be fully operational. And more, I got all of the trash and recycling out to the bins and the bins out to the street.
I had hoped to get a shower and shave in, but it is just not going to happen. Done, I tell you. Pleased as punch, mostly. Why do cats have to be so jealous of gaming? Just like women, perhaps children, they can't leave you alone, more so the more intent you are on something. Bah! Never mind on that, just so you know though, Sassy is in the dog house for now. This is the second time she has deliberately screwed something up. Brat.
On to bed. I have been asked over to dinner tonight! I need some sleep, then a shower and shave. My stubble just will not pass for a beard currently so off it goes. Odd, but as winter is setting in my beard grows like mad. But when spring begins to show, I can't get the thing to sprout for the life of me. I really think there is more of a connection to the earth than most realize. While the earth isn't a god, we were created from it. And I think that attachment is more profound than just ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I dunno the whole of it, doubt anyone ever will, some things are so steep of a curve as to be beyond our reckoning.
Bed time though. Good night.
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(that is, "well..." squared)
I didn't get out last night again. But I did do two loads of laundry (about all I reasonably could put together for even a partial load) and three loads of dishes, plus everything else has been sorted and is soaking in hot sudsy as I write. I suppose a few items will pop up, as I go further along. But for the most part all of the silverware and dishes have been washed. I don't just wash them, either. If anything is out of order, they went back into soaking and were washed again. Actually, all of them got at least two washings. Yeah, it was that bad. I suspect the pans will get a couple of soaks and scrubbings too. But, by the end of the week, the kitchen should be fully operational. And more, I got all of the trash and recycling out to the bins and the bins out to the street.
I had hoped to get a shower and shave in, but it is just not going to happen. Done, I tell you. Pleased as punch, mostly. Why do cats have to be so jealous of gaming? Just like women, perhaps children, they can't leave you alone, more so the more intent you are on something. Bah! Never mind on that, just so you know though, Sassy is in the dog house for now. This is the second time she has deliberately screwed something up. Brat.
On to bed. I have been asked over to dinner tonight! I need some sleep, then a shower and shave. My stubble just will not pass for a beard currently so off it goes. Odd, but as winter is setting in my beard grows like mad. But when spring begins to show, I can't get the thing to sprout for the life of me. I really think there is more of a connection to the earth than most realize. While the earth isn't a god, we were created from it. And I think that attachment is more profound than just ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I dunno the whole of it, doubt anyone ever will, some things are so steep of a curve as to be beyond our reckoning.
Bed time though. Good night.
Well...
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I didn't make it out last night. I did get the cat litter cleaned, washed a jacket, swept, soaked the dishes again (might actually finish that group tonight yet), and got the trash and recycling ready to go. I hope, tonight, to get out. While I go I will put the trash and recycling out. Today I aired the house out. Laundry and the dishes are high on the priority list after that, and of course, escaping a bit more often. Even just to do yard work but hopefully more than that.
I won't complain. Though it wasn't what I had hoped to do, it was more than I have been doing and probably more work, and more vital work, than what I had planned. After the dishes I do believe I will take a shower, dress, and head to town. Like I said, nothing of great need is pulling me. I just need to get used to escaping again.
I really have to consider a chain saw. It would make some work much easier, doable at all actually. The thing is, would I ever actually get to the point where I can use it? And, should I get an axe for the limbs, or just use the chainsaw for all of it? I don't know what I am doing, at all, in this field. How wise is it to guess-and-bygolly a chainsaw? Then again, what do I do that would pass for wise, at least according to the medical community? Then again, to that, they haven't exactly been a proven reliable resource to me so I don't think doing what they want IS wise. Nevermind. I'm certainly wanting a chainsaw, in any case. And a dishwasher. I'd prefer one you can "load" with beer, but that may not be possible. Still working on that, too.
Well, just thought I'd put something up. A minor update, and proof that the ol' boy is still kicking around, trying to figure things out. Later.
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I didn't make it out last night. I did get the cat litter cleaned, washed a jacket, swept, soaked the dishes again (might actually finish that group tonight yet), and got the trash and recycling ready to go. I hope, tonight, to get out. While I go I will put the trash and recycling out. Today I aired the house out. Laundry and the dishes are high on the priority list after that, and of course, escaping a bit more often. Even just to do yard work but hopefully more than that.
I won't complain. Though it wasn't what I had hoped to do, it was more than I have been doing and probably more work, and more vital work, than what I had planned. After the dishes I do believe I will take a shower, dress, and head to town. Like I said, nothing of great need is pulling me. I just need to get used to escaping again.
I really have to consider a chain saw. It would make some work much easier, doable at all actually. The thing is, would I ever actually get to the point where I can use it? And, should I get an axe for the limbs, or just use the chainsaw for all of it? I don't know what I am doing, at all, in this field. How wise is it to guess-and-bygolly a chainsaw? Then again, what do I do that would pass for wise, at least according to the medical community? Then again, to that, they haven't exactly been a proven reliable resource to me so I don't think doing what they want IS wise. Nevermind. I'm certainly wanting a chainsaw, in any case. And a dishwasher. I'd prefer one you can "load" with beer, but that may not be possible. Still working on that, too.
Well, just thought I'd put something up. A minor update, and proof that the ol' boy is still kicking around, trying to figure things out. Later.
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