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I made it to town in time to load my friend on board and get to the hair cut appointment, but barely. Even with a flat tire. It seems there was a huge gash in the sidewall. Now, I had to drive on it a bit, but I made it to a gas station immediately after realizing it was going flat, added air there, and it was gone in less than a block. Somehow, through heavy duty SUV tires, while driving, the side of my tire was gashed. And I am a road watcher. There was nothing in the road. I'm just not sure what caused that. Could someone have tried to cut the tire but not quite gotten it done, then it gave out at some point? That's the only thing I can imagine that would have done that.
I tried to change the tire. I was stymied by how to get the spare off the hook. I really need to figure the whole process out rather than wait for another such instance. The tire shop couldn't fix the tire and didn't carry that size of tire. They did put the spare on, and showed me how to get the spare off, and didn't charge me a dime. Quite nice of them, really. That was a Big-O shop. And, yes, when I can, from now on, that is where I will take my business. Went there last time, when I had a leaking valve.
Right now I am driving on the spare. And, it works just fine, for now. I would love to simply replace the flat tire, but that won't work. With three old tires and one new, things don't work well. Even two new and two old doesn't work. So it looks like it is time for new tires. Bleh. I had hoped to stretch this out another 10k, but it just doesn't always work that way. Oh, and the spare doesn't seem to gauge right. I get a dummy light that there is low pressure in one of the tires, which meant a stop on my way out of town. All were pressured correctly. It must be that the spare doesn't have the device needed. At least it is a full size spare.
After the haircut (I went with a flat top and, at the advice of my beautician, kept the tail), my friend wanted to go to the hardware store. Tin snips, it seems, are needed. He had asked to borrow mine, but I keep forgetting. When I make it to town that is. Oh, and I set up a date for next Tuesday, if her schedule is clear. Barring that the Tuesday following. Hey, it's something fun and new.
Have a good night.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Oh well.
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Not much done today. Actually nothing was done. I did, however, enjoy the day. I mean it was a fine day. I have had about a week of them. All good. I have been playing the heck out of Fallout 3. I've almost gotten to the point where I might consider almost beginning to start doing the end projects. Not quite, but close. The game is massive, especially with five add-ons, on two of those have been explored (in a previous playing). So, really, I have to finish the main game and finish the adds. THEN... I get to start all over, this time setting out to create the perfect game. *shrug* It's what I do.
I did, actually though, call my mother today. Just a feeling. And she was rather down. Some days she is in pain, arthritis. Most days medicine works. Today was a less than optimal day. She wants to come out closer to Thanksgiving. She has been worried about me being all alone on holidays. I had to chuckle out loud a bit. She hurts more for me than I do. I don't even notice being alone on holidays... or... ever, really. And, sure, I would like company, such as a wife, and more kids, I do just fine all on my own. I do have some company, occasionally, when folks bring food. If I can get my place cleaned up I will invite them in for a more proper visit. And I do sometimes anyway. I'm just not the lonely type? I've been there, at times, more when I was younger. Though some of that was dealing with other issues too. Still, Thanksgiving it is.
Tomorrow afternoon is time for a haircut, or two. I should be quite ready to get out again. I need milk as well. A few other things would be nice also. Getting out hasn't been so bad, with the car ac and some cool going on here at home. I can deal with it, if not as often or well as when it is cool or even downright cold. I do miss the winters, if I am getting to an age where after a while they can tend to drag on a little long. Age does make one a little less... appreciative of extreme weather, in either direction.
Have a good night.
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Not much done today. Actually nothing was done. I did, however, enjoy the day. I mean it was a fine day. I have had about a week of them. All good. I have been playing the heck out of Fallout 3. I've almost gotten to the point where I might consider almost beginning to start doing the end projects. Not quite, but close. The game is massive, especially with five add-ons, on two of those have been explored (in a previous playing). So, really, I have to finish the main game and finish the adds. THEN... I get to start all over, this time setting out to create the perfect game. *shrug* It's what I do.
I did, actually though, call my mother today. Just a feeling. And she was rather down. Some days she is in pain, arthritis. Most days medicine works. Today was a less than optimal day. She wants to come out closer to Thanksgiving. She has been worried about me being all alone on holidays. I had to chuckle out loud a bit. She hurts more for me than I do. I don't even notice being alone on holidays... or... ever, really. And, sure, I would like company, such as a wife, and more kids, I do just fine all on my own. I do have some company, occasionally, when folks bring food. If I can get my place cleaned up I will invite them in for a more proper visit. And I do sometimes anyway. I'm just not the lonely type? I've been there, at times, more when I was younger. Though some of that was dealing with other issues too. Still, Thanksgiving it is.
Tomorrow afternoon is time for a haircut, or two. I should be quite ready to get out again. I need milk as well. A few other things would be nice also. Getting out hasn't been so bad, with the car ac and some cool going on here at home. I can deal with it, if not as often or well as when it is cool or even downright cold. I do miss the winters, if I am getting to an age where after a while they can tend to drag on a little long. Age does make one a little less... appreciative of extreme weather, in either direction.
Have a good night.
Yeah, sure, you had to know it.
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While relaxing this last week, my cooking has slumped. Not that I was doing much before, but at least enough for a one to two meals a day when the incoming meals were added, usually. What I found myself doing was bad... raiding my candy bar midterm stash, and drinking the non-caffeinated but sugar filled drinks I usually keep on hand for the young man who does my yard. I also stopped checking my blood sugars as I knew that must be terrible by now. But, finally, after one last gulp and bite, I... checked. Hahahaha It was 103. They want it below 120. Go figure. No, I don't plan to continue that though. Just... probably not wise for a thousand and one reasons. Still, it looks like I passed the test. It really was Gatorade.
While shopping yesterday I looked for other sorts of treats. There were snack bars and discreet bundles of various nuts, in bulk. I mean, the bulk was that I was buying a large amount of small packets. Peanuts, cashews, and snack bars. They officially go into my larder, but I bought a second grouping for up here. Oh, I'll still have a soda from time to time, and a candy bar. I just don't want that to be even an everyday thing. If for no other reason than that I am getting no nutrition per calorie. Hmm, and I have still lost and kept another 10 pounds off. Really, seriously, go figure. Living on snickers, Squirt, and Seven-Up, plus four meals incoming, and my blood sugar goes down and I lose weight. Way too funny.
Tomorrow I hope to finish the laundry. Just a bit remains. As well, I really need to hit the kitchen. Barring that, I really don't have too much planned. I can push but that usually nets me less than just... doing a little at a time.
The game system I promised has arrived, as have three of the games. I spoke with the father tonight, and asked if I should give them (the parents) the games, and let them dole those out. He said no. He said if there is a problem, he will simply confiscate whatever needs taken. Yeah, I like that. As he suggested, he is not their (his children's) friend, he is their father. And he will do what he has to do. Absolutely fantastic. Fair always? Pffft. The world isn't fair. But it is good to have a relatively stable force to keep young ones on the right path. That is where children learn most of what they ever will learn. And they need to learn it young, and over and over and over again. And he has pretty good kids to show for it, from what I can tell. He has one rebel, but he is... at that age. Gonna happen. Still a good kid though, just unsure of what is going to happen, what changes are taking place, and graduation. He'll do fine though I think.
Well, on to bed pretty quickly. I have been doing close to 16 hour days with 8 hours of sleep, so it's mostly working. All good. Good night.
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While relaxing this last week, my cooking has slumped. Not that I was doing much before, but at least enough for a one to two meals a day when the incoming meals were added, usually. What I found myself doing was bad... raiding my candy bar midterm stash, and drinking the non-caffeinated but sugar filled drinks I usually keep on hand for the young man who does my yard. I also stopped checking my blood sugars as I knew that must be terrible by now. But, finally, after one last gulp and bite, I... checked. Hahahaha It was 103. They want it below 120. Go figure. No, I don't plan to continue that though. Just... probably not wise for a thousand and one reasons. Still, it looks like I passed the test. It really was Gatorade.
While shopping yesterday I looked for other sorts of treats. There were snack bars and discreet bundles of various nuts, in bulk. I mean, the bulk was that I was buying a large amount of small packets. Peanuts, cashews, and snack bars. They officially go into my larder, but I bought a second grouping for up here. Oh, I'll still have a soda from time to time, and a candy bar. I just don't want that to be even an everyday thing. If for no other reason than that I am getting no nutrition per calorie. Hmm, and I have still lost and kept another 10 pounds off. Really, seriously, go figure. Living on snickers, Squirt, and Seven-Up, plus four meals incoming, and my blood sugar goes down and I lose weight. Way too funny.
Tomorrow I hope to finish the laundry. Just a bit remains. As well, I really need to hit the kitchen. Barring that, I really don't have too much planned. I can push but that usually nets me less than just... doing a little at a time.
The game system I promised has arrived, as have three of the games. I spoke with the father tonight, and asked if I should give them (the parents) the games, and let them dole those out. He said no. He said if there is a problem, he will simply confiscate whatever needs taken. Yeah, I like that. As he suggested, he is not their (his children's) friend, he is their father. And he will do what he has to do. Absolutely fantastic. Fair always? Pffft. The world isn't fair. But it is good to have a relatively stable force to keep young ones on the right path. That is where children learn most of what they ever will learn. And they need to learn it young, and over and over and over again. And he has pretty good kids to show for it, from what I can tell. He has one rebel, but he is... at that age. Gonna happen. Still a good kid though, just unsure of what is going to happen, what changes are taking place, and graduation. He'll do fine though I think.
Well, on to bed pretty quickly. I have been doing close to 16 hour days with 8 hours of sleep, so it's mostly working. All good. Good night.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Not bad.
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I actually didn't want to push it and get out again today. Seriously, I just got better. Still, I had thought one of three things would force my hand. It turns out all of them were smoke on the horizon without a fire to them. I called to check on a haircut, as I had told my friend I would. It turns out Thursday is the only reasonable next day for that. So I set it up. Since the meeting isn't until next week, I can shop for the beverages I will be taking when I next go to town, and the snacks can be bought right before the meeting give or take. So, I get to stay in today. But I did keep my end of the bargain on several things, so far, and I did let the people know who needed to know what they needed to know.
Today is just a chill day. I think the cool well in back is helping. But I am not sure it will, in the end, help all that much. Time will tell. On to goofing!
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I actually didn't want to push it and get out again today. Seriously, I just got better. Still, I had thought one of three things would force my hand. It turns out all of them were smoke on the horizon without a fire to them. I called to check on a haircut, as I had told my friend I would. It turns out Thursday is the only reasonable next day for that. So I set it up. Since the meeting isn't until next week, I can shop for the beverages I will be taking when I next go to town, and the snacks can be bought right before the meeting give or take. So, I get to stay in today. But I did keep my end of the bargain on several things, so far, and I did let the people know who needed to know what they needed to know.
Today is just a chill day. I think the cool well in back is helping. But I am not sure it will, in the end, help all that much. Time will tell. On to goofing!
*Pop*
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Two days in a row I have made it out of bed, before 9:00, like an ice cube coming out the tray when everything works. The girls are hungry first thing. And I have not been in such a mood as to facilitate their desires. So, I set the timer for an hour and a half. They are then being taught to leave me the hell alone until I've had my morning waking time. Some mornings are better than others, but these girls are spoiled. I'm not going to mar them further. I implemented this long ago, actually, but now that I am looking to be heading toward a regular sleep cycle again, it might mean something for them.
I plan to get to town again today. I want to check on a haircut. And while I do, I will check for my friend. Further, I need to do a bit more shopping. More meats, more milk, and there is something else. I think I will be back for dinner time though, or that is the plan. The foray into town today is meant to be short and sweet. As any time in town really should be. A town or city really, is just a bunch of people trying to get what they want, do what they want, go where they want, all when they would rather not (usually) be doing what they are doing but for their need to eat. It is not a happy place. A farmer may not always be happy to be awake or doing what he is doing but he is alone enough to be more congenial when he does happen upon another human face. City folks... not so much. While you are feeding them, you are another smelly human who has "slaved them" to some master so they can eat. You are part of their problem. Some are better, some are worse. Some wear their slave collar well, others buck at every chance. And those who think they have thrown their slave collar are often predatory. Who is the master you ask? Flesh. We have biological needs and wants, we sell or rent (depending on a number of things) bits of ourselves, or more, to obtain those. Like it or not, what I have isn't worth sale or rent. But I am still a slave to food, fluid, and some other things, I just don't get to earn my way anymore.
I had, sort of, wondered if the meeting was coming up. Nope, next week. I at least knew what day it was, I just hadn't reconfigured my system data to know what day of the month it was. I have been asked to do something for the meeting and I mean to do so. Setting up the room, bringing refreshments, and such. Nothing fancy, but I take it seriously. It isn't quite possible to please everybody, but four types of liquid refreshments, a small plate of fruits, and some other nibblings should do. It isn't supposed to be a meal replacement, just something that allows a minor snack. I can do that.
Hmm, a few hours to wake up, another shower, then to simply air dry while I plot my escape from the dungeon. I'll begin putting the chair together tomorrow. Oh, I noticed the back area of my home might be used as a "cool well" or some such. Yeah, I am making up terms for all I know. But what I mean is, it is closed off, like an old porch. But it has been fully upgraded to a part of the house. It is now the wash area and the basement access. So, at night, I am opening the windows in that area now, and closing them with at the due time. I am experimenting with things, now that I have some balance to do so. How to keep my home cooler, longer, more efficiently. It is the sort of thing I would do professionally if I could, if at a steeper degree of complexity in the working world it will do for now. I don't think the upstairs can be used. But more, I don't always have the energy to trudge upstairs twice a day, open and close eight more windows, and remember to do that in a timely manner. And, if I were to guess, it might even be that opening those in the day would be the thing... I can't be sure, but that is how I think that would help. Hmm, though maybe only if we had more wind. The valley, while not quite stagnant, is not very breezy even really. If I had more on the ball I would figure that portion out too. Hey, my whole world, fighting and learning and practicum has been about observing patterns, making enough sense of them to utilize them to the advantage of whatever I am doing, then implement that to the best of my ability. I can't quit that until I die, if when I get laid up I do end up more like a beached whale, that is not by choice!
Oh, hey, most of you wouldn't know this but... I've been posting at your sites and it hasn't been posting. I can't do a thing about it though. Looks like the system, for me, again, is broke. I'm finally in health enough to go check for responses and... I'm not seeing my posts. Aardvark, Sig, Aunty, Neo, Jean, and... all of you I normally visit and yak at? Yeah, it's... not publishing my comments again. And hasn't been for a while if I haven't been of a state of mind to notice.
Have yourself a fine day. Keep cool, though, kiddies. Life ain't fun when you cook.
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Two days in a row I have made it out of bed, before 9:00, like an ice cube coming out the tray when everything works. The girls are hungry first thing. And I have not been in such a mood as to facilitate their desires. So, I set the timer for an hour and a half. They are then being taught to leave me the hell alone until I've had my morning waking time. Some mornings are better than others, but these girls are spoiled. I'm not going to mar them further. I implemented this long ago, actually, but now that I am looking to be heading toward a regular sleep cycle again, it might mean something for them.
I plan to get to town again today. I want to check on a haircut. And while I do, I will check for my friend. Further, I need to do a bit more shopping. More meats, more milk, and there is something else. I think I will be back for dinner time though, or that is the plan. The foray into town today is meant to be short and sweet. As any time in town really should be. A town or city really, is just a bunch of people trying to get what they want, do what they want, go where they want, all when they would rather not (usually) be doing what they are doing but for their need to eat. It is not a happy place. A farmer may not always be happy to be awake or doing what he is doing but he is alone enough to be more congenial when he does happen upon another human face. City folks... not so much. While you are feeding them, you are another smelly human who has "slaved them" to some master so they can eat. You are part of their problem. Some are better, some are worse. Some wear their slave collar well, others buck at every chance. And those who think they have thrown their slave collar are often predatory. Who is the master you ask? Flesh. We have biological needs and wants, we sell or rent (depending on a number of things) bits of ourselves, or more, to obtain those. Like it or not, what I have isn't worth sale or rent. But I am still a slave to food, fluid, and some other things, I just don't get to earn my way anymore.
I had, sort of, wondered if the meeting was coming up. Nope, next week. I at least knew what day it was, I just hadn't reconfigured my system data to know what day of the month it was. I have been asked to do something for the meeting and I mean to do so. Setting up the room, bringing refreshments, and such. Nothing fancy, but I take it seriously. It isn't quite possible to please everybody, but four types of liquid refreshments, a small plate of fruits, and some other nibblings should do. It isn't supposed to be a meal replacement, just something that allows a minor snack. I can do that.
Hmm, a few hours to wake up, another shower, then to simply air dry while I plot my escape from the dungeon. I'll begin putting the chair together tomorrow. Oh, I noticed the back area of my home might be used as a "cool well" or some such. Yeah, I am making up terms for all I know. But what I mean is, it is closed off, like an old porch. But it has been fully upgraded to a part of the house. It is now the wash area and the basement access. So, at night, I am opening the windows in that area now, and closing them with at the due time. I am experimenting with things, now that I have some balance to do so. How to keep my home cooler, longer, more efficiently. It is the sort of thing I would do professionally if I could, if at a steeper degree of complexity in the working world it will do for now. I don't think the upstairs can be used. But more, I don't always have the energy to trudge upstairs twice a day, open and close eight more windows, and remember to do that in a timely manner. And, if I were to guess, it might even be that opening those in the day would be the thing... I can't be sure, but that is how I think that would help. Hmm, though maybe only if we had more wind. The valley, while not quite stagnant, is not very breezy even really. If I had more on the ball I would figure that portion out too. Hey, my whole world, fighting and learning and practicum has been about observing patterns, making enough sense of them to utilize them to the advantage of whatever I am doing, then implement that to the best of my ability. I can't quit that until I die, if when I get laid up I do end up more like a beached whale, that is not by choice!
Oh, hey, most of you wouldn't know this but... I've been posting at your sites and it hasn't been posting. I can't do a thing about it though. Looks like the system, for me, again, is broke. I'm finally in health enough to go check for responses and... I'm not seeing my posts. Aardvark, Sig, Aunty, Neo, Jean, and... all of you I normally visit and yak at? Yeah, it's... not publishing my comments again. And hasn't been for a while if I haven't been of a state of mind to notice.
Have yourself a fine day. Keep cool, though, kiddies. Life ain't fun when you cook.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Out like the big people!
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After a week or so of recovery, I was finely truly able to get out. My friend was glad to see me, he had to get rid of his reloading contraband. For a crusty old salt he might have been too open with the wrong people. I can't fault him for that though, that is a good quality. It's just too bad it isn't always appreciated. Well, that and the fact that he smokes, never mind that he only does so out of doors. Anyway, to make up for my negligence, I decided to bribe him with a free meal. Not that that works, but... not that it doesn't. Whether it works or not, it is all I have to offer and about all I can do since there are no cat houses around. Ha! Oh, don't get so serious. He wouldn't be all that interested and I wouldn't offer such a treat, even if it was available.
But before dinner I went to Sam's Club. I restocked what I think I remember using. I hit some things a little extra hard, like beans. While I love to cook my own beans from dry, the summer is not the time. Further, I am not always up to a four to six hour cooking episode. Canned may be salty, may have other problems, but... put a can or two in with a pound of frying hamburger, add cheese or sour cream or tortillas or whatever you like, and *bam* dinner, for two or three days maybe longer. Love my beans. While I was there I ran into the post mistress I like. I spoke for a second outside the store. But then, inside, ran into her again while I was looking at a new large/tall office chair. She shared a little story about someone she recently helped out with a chair, I told her my bit about my current chair, and she assured me I should get it. Now, I was only window shopping, pricing, and such. What happened? I ended up with a new chair. Doh! Never mind. Too funny. Women do that to us, don't they guys? They don't even have to be "our woman". We just have to like em' in some reasonable fashion. So, I have a new chair and needed it.
I got everything in, then spent time trying to chill back down. I can handle getting out for a bit now. With the ac in the X and ac at home to come into, I can venture forth. But it still bites me pretty hard. I don't think it is just the weather being extra hot, I think I my illness is catching up to me in this particular way at this particular time. Or even the heat is just adding that final touch to a bad time. Now I need to get back in touch with medical and try to sort things out. I am running out of medicines in a most drastic manner. That... won't do.
Have a great night.
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After a week or so of recovery, I was finely truly able to get out. My friend was glad to see me, he had to get rid of his reloading contraband. For a crusty old salt he might have been too open with the wrong people. I can't fault him for that though, that is a good quality. It's just too bad it isn't always appreciated. Well, that and the fact that he smokes, never mind that he only does so out of doors. Anyway, to make up for my negligence, I decided to bribe him with a free meal. Not that that works, but... not that it doesn't. Whether it works or not, it is all I have to offer and about all I can do since there are no cat houses around. Ha! Oh, don't get so serious. He wouldn't be all that interested and I wouldn't offer such a treat, even if it was available.
But before dinner I went to Sam's Club. I restocked what I think I remember using. I hit some things a little extra hard, like beans. While I love to cook my own beans from dry, the summer is not the time. Further, I am not always up to a four to six hour cooking episode. Canned may be salty, may have other problems, but... put a can or two in with a pound of frying hamburger, add cheese or sour cream or tortillas or whatever you like, and *bam* dinner, for two or three days maybe longer. Love my beans. While I was there I ran into the post mistress I like. I spoke for a second outside the store. But then, inside, ran into her again while I was looking at a new large/tall office chair. She shared a little story about someone she recently helped out with a chair, I told her my bit about my current chair, and she assured me I should get it. Now, I was only window shopping, pricing, and such. What happened? I ended up with a new chair. Doh! Never mind. Too funny. Women do that to us, don't they guys? They don't even have to be "our woman". We just have to like em' in some reasonable fashion. So, I have a new chair and needed it.
I got everything in, then spent time trying to chill back down. I can handle getting out for a bit now. With the ac in the X and ac at home to come into, I can venture forth. But it still bites me pretty hard. I don't think it is just the weather being extra hot, I think I my illness is catching up to me in this particular way at this particular time. Or even the heat is just adding that final touch to a bad time. Now I need to get back in touch with medical and try to sort things out. I am running out of medicines in a most drastic manner. That... won't do.
Have a great night.
Alright boys and girls, time to get out.
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I told my friend I would be over a few days ago. It just didn't happen. I completely lost track. He called today, and I had planned to go in today, so that works. I took a shower last night, almost hoping I would get in then. Another shower today and I am ready. I knocked off some of the beard that was forming with the trimmers, but as is my usual anymore I leave a decent amount of stubble on. Now to get dressed and going. Oh, I best let the family that usually feeds me know that I will not be here so they don't have to fuss. I need to remember that in the future too. I... just would prefer to be fair about things.
The ac in the room is great. This house must truly be built well. Even when it hits well into the 90's the ac keeps the bedroom quite cool, which leaks into the rest of the house, and yet it doesn't run all that often or long. That bedroom isn't in the stone part of the house either. It must simply be very well insulated.
Time to get going. I should do some shopping too. Have a good day.
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I told my friend I would be over a few days ago. It just didn't happen. I completely lost track. He called today, and I had planned to go in today, so that works. I took a shower last night, almost hoping I would get in then. Another shower today and I am ready. I knocked off some of the beard that was forming with the trimmers, but as is my usual anymore I leave a decent amount of stubble on. Now to get dressed and going. Oh, I best let the family that usually feeds me know that I will not be here so they don't have to fuss. I need to remember that in the future too. I... just would prefer to be fair about things.
The ac in the room is great. This house must truly be built well. Even when it hits well into the 90's the ac keeps the bedroom quite cool, which leaks into the rest of the house, and yet it doesn't run all that often or long. That bedroom isn't in the stone part of the house either. It must simply be very well insulated.
Time to get going. I should do some shopping too. Have a good day.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
So darned cute, when they want to be.
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I think the girls knew something was up. As I was preparing to exile them for the evening they became oh so lovey dovey. Playing cute and nice to poppo. Did I ever mention that I'm a softy? Well, sometimes. Don't test it. It can be as close, being mostly a man, as testing God as you want to shave with. Still, the girls pulled it off with flying colors... and behaved. Bah! Still woke up six hours later. But I know it wasn't them. I'll figure it out.
The cool has been wonderful. I keep the room closed, and the ac on 70, until nearing bedtime, then I put the ac down to 66 if I can't tell that much difference. Just having that one room cooler just cools the rest of the place enough to be easily livable. I keep meaning to take breaks/naps, but that durned game I am playing is as bad as Evercrack (Everquest). There is no pause, there are no long load times, quests can go on and on, and I have played three different toons through trying to get the game just right. I am trying a female toon now, to see if they get an unfair advantage. I think they do. But... that is actually a part of reality. Oh, you know better. Don even look at me like that, Lucy. She can't pick locks very well though, even with 100 in that skill (maxed). Anyway, that game has me glued to it. It'll be a while before I can ween off it. Yeah yeah, but it is all I had to distract me from the heat, and it did, if the heat was tearing me up. Good game if you don't want to mess with needles and heroin or something. Gah!
Well, at least I have been cooking and eating a bit. Not much else. Still feel that overcooked feeling from the heat. Headaches and almost a hot chill, if you know what I mean. Probably dehydrated just a bit. Working on that. Hmm, I think I have pickle juice. That might just be the ticket.
On to the rest of my day, or a quick nap.
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I think the girls knew something was up. As I was preparing to exile them for the evening they became oh so lovey dovey. Playing cute and nice to poppo. Did I ever mention that I'm a softy? Well, sometimes. Don't test it. It can be as close, being mostly a man, as testing God as you want to shave with. Still, the girls pulled it off with flying colors... and behaved. Bah! Still woke up six hours later. But I know it wasn't them. I'll figure it out.
The cool has been wonderful. I keep the room closed, and the ac on 70, until nearing bedtime, then I put the ac down to 66 if I can't tell that much difference. Just having that one room cooler just cools the rest of the place enough to be easily livable. I keep meaning to take breaks/naps, but that durned game I am playing is as bad as Evercrack (Everquest). There is no pause, there are no long load times, quests can go on and on, and I have played three different toons through trying to get the game just right. I am trying a female toon now, to see if they get an unfair advantage. I think they do. But... that is actually a part of reality. Oh, you know better. Don even look at me like that, Lucy. She can't pick locks very well though, even with 100 in that skill (maxed). Anyway, that game has me glued to it. It'll be a while before I can ween off it. Yeah yeah, but it is all I had to distract me from the heat, and it did, if the heat was tearing me up. Good game if you don't want to mess with needles and heroin or something. Gah!
Well, at least I have been cooking and eating a bit. Not much else. Still feel that overcooked feeling from the heat. Headaches and almost a hot chill, if you know what I mean. Probably dehydrated just a bit. Working on that. Hmm, I think I have pickle juice. That might just be the ticket.
On to the rest of my day, or a quick nap.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Blasted cats.
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Not sure what is up with the girls. They are used to not sleeping with me regularly. I let them in sometimes, on cooler nights. But when I need sleep or when it is too hot I don't let them in, which has been the case for a month or so mostly. Since I put up the air conditioning, Sassy and maybe Sam have been bashing themselves on the door to get in. I've offered to let them sleep with me but they don't want that. My guess is they are used to me being awake so long that I feed them every six hours. They wake me out of good sound needed sleep, banging on the door after only six hours or so. So, from now on and for a while, when I go to bed, they go outdoors. Until they learn not to do that. I need extra sleep to catch up. It seems if it isn't one thing it is another. There are, however, always solutions. Sassy doesn't like it outdoors so this should solve her problem pretty quickly.
My friend, it seems, is no longer going to be allowed to reload where he lives. It is considered a fire hazard or something. I think they are probably picking on him because he is a smoker, but that is really unfair. He is one of the only smokers I know who never ever smokes in his apartment or home. Seriously, never. I've known him for years and in several apartments. He simply doesn't smoke indoors. But that is the way the prejudice goes, it is blind. Still, he needs someone to get his powder. Which I will do tomorrow. I'm just not up to it yet and today. If he can get to walking I will set his reloading station up upstairs for now, and let him reload here. The problem is travel. I really wish there was a transport from Logan to here, even once a week. I simply don't get to town all that often. I can't be counted on for that. But every few weeks, I suppose, is better than never. He loves to do it and it saves him some money... or at least is a good hobby to keep his mind attentive.
Me? Still in recovery mode. It isn't helping that the cats have been doing a good job of waking me every six hours or so. That just isn't cool. I'll see if my fix works that out. If not I'll check into some cat repellants, air and noise systems that I have heard are very affective near doors. To be fair, my changing sleep cycle probably does twist them up a bit. There is very little I can do about that. While wild and feral cats are used to fast and feast, domestic cants aren't. Regularity and passivity is part of what makes cats domestic though, too. Well, on to my day. A wonderful one, with some cool going on. My brain and body are slowly coming down out of that fevered state. It takes time. I do think I will add afternoon chillout naps to the routine, as well. All good.
Be well.
Well, it sort of fits. And... it does make me feel all better, somehow.
[video clip gone]
Never mind.
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Not sure what is up with the girls. They are used to not sleeping with me regularly. I let them in sometimes, on cooler nights. But when I need sleep or when it is too hot I don't let them in, which has been the case for a month or so mostly. Since I put up the air conditioning, Sassy and maybe Sam have been bashing themselves on the door to get in. I've offered to let them sleep with me but they don't want that. My guess is they are used to me being awake so long that I feed them every six hours. They wake me out of good sound needed sleep, banging on the door after only six hours or so. So, from now on and for a while, when I go to bed, they go outdoors. Until they learn not to do that. I need extra sleep to catch up. It seems if it isn't one thing it is another. There are, however, always solutions. Sassy doesn't like it outdoors so this should solve her problem pretty quickly.
My friend, it seems, is no longer going to be allowed to reload where he lives. It is considered a fire hazard or something. I think they are probably picking on him because he is a smoker, but that is really unfair. He is one of the only smokers I know who never ever smokes in his apartment or home. Seriously, never. I've known him for years and in several apartments. He simply doesn't smoke indoors. But that is the way the prejudice goes, it is blind. Still, he needs someone to get his powder. Which I will do tomorrow. I'm just not up to it yet and today. If he can get to walking I will set his reloading station up upstairs for now, and let him reload here. The problem is travel. I really wish there was a transport from Logan to here, even once a week. I simply don't get to town all that often. I can't be counted on for that. But every few weeks, I suppose, is better than never. He loves to do it and it saves him some money... or at least is a good hobby to keep his mind attentive.
Me? Still in recovery mode. It isn't helping that the cats have been doing a good job of waking me every six hours or so. That just isn't cool. I'll see if my fix works that out. If not I'll check into some cat repellants, air and noise systems that I have heard are very affective near doors. To be fair, my changing sleep cycle probably does twist them up a bit. There is very little I can do about that. While wild and feral cats are used to fast and feast, domestic cants aren't. Regularity and passivity is part of what makes cats domestic though, too. Well, on to my day. A wonderful one, with some cool going on. My brain and body are slowly coming down out of that fevered state. It takes time. I do think I will add afternoon chillout naps to the routine, as well. All good.
Be well.
Well, it sort of fits. And... it does make me feel all better, somehow.
[video clip gone]
Never mind.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Technology can be quite pleasant.
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Oh, sure, go off and live in those hills. Live off the land. Become a friend with the flora and fauna. Zero emission, no trace, and whatever else there is out there to consider. Me? Not so much. And, while if I do happen to figure out how to get out there into the hinterlands, I will use some of that, understand it is to both preserve what is there and to attempt to go unnoticed by any other yahoo out there, not to pretend to be a native. And, of course, only to the extent that the modern world has given me the means by which to do so and within the borders of sane kempt right living. Any other way is pure folly.
I slept, long and hard. Needing to use the facilities once, otherwise I slept for a good... 18 hours was it? Something. And, yes, I needed that as much as I needed the cool. I figure it will take me a week to shift my body and brain back to looking at trying to do anything else. Who knows, I might feel fit enough sooner, and begin digging in on something, you never know. I am just putting out the proposition. I know I am terribly sleep deprived. I also know heat has a way of beating you into the dirt in ways you simply can't fathom. I do know that the ac has already helped the way a cool glass of water helps a man dying of thirst in the desert. I needed it, it wasn't want. While I can tolerate cold, so long as I can remain inactive, I cannot really deal with heat. I used to have to, but that was then, this is now. Let young men go sell their comfort in order to do good things and play with neat toys. I like being just what and where I am, and it is getting better.
Well, we will see how things progress from here. But for now, at least for the next two days, I am buttoning up and staying put. I am enjoying the cool, letting my body and mind repair, and just hanging out. Period. Then again, I am not sure I have much choice, but it sounds better when it looks like I am putting my foot down. Ha.
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Oh, sure, go off and live in those hills. Live off the land. Become a friend with the flora and fauna. Zero emission, no trace, and whatever else there is out there to consider. Me? Not so much. And, while if I do happen to figure out how to get out there into the hinterlands, I will use some of that, understand it is to both preserve what is there and to attempt to go unnoticed by any other yahoo out there, not to pretend to be a native. And, of course, only to the extent that the modern world has given me the means by which to do so and within the borders of sane kempt right living. Any other way is pure folly.
I slept, long and hard. Needing to use the facilities once, otherwise I slept for a good... 18 hours was it? Something. And, yes, I needed that as much as I needed the cool. I figure it will take me a week to shift my body and brain back to looking at trying to do anything else. Who knows, I might feel fit enough sooner, and begin digging in on something, you never know. I am just putting out the proposition. I know I am terribly sleep deprived. I also know heat has a way of beating you into the dirt in ways you simply can't fathom. I do know that the ac has already helped the way a cool glass of water helps a man dying of thirst in the desert. I needed it, it wasn't want. While I can tolerate cold, so long as I can remain inactive, I cannot really deal with heat. I used to have to, but that was then, this is now. Let young men go sell their comfort in order to do good things and play with neat toys. I like being just what and where I am, and it is getting better.
Well, we will see how things progress from here. But for now, at least for the next two days, I am buttoning up and staying put. I am enjoying the cool, letting my body and mind repair, and just hanging out. Period. Then again, I am not sure I have much choice, but it sounds better when it looks like I am putting my foot down. Ha.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Cool much?
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Ahahahhahahahaha
Cool? 12k btu's of cool, baby! I went to put the thing in place last night but ran into a snag. My brain simply wasn't up to the tasks my muscles otherwise would have had no problem with. The packing the company did was beautiful! Well, if you... luck into it. I didn't unwrap my present until I was pretty much at the spot of installation. Why carry the extra weight? Perhaps to make sure all parts and pieces would be right there. Perhaps just because so shut up. I do things a certain way, which... may vary. Anyway, while unpackaging, the thing nearly unfolded itself. While I was, at first, trying to figure out how to get an 80+ pound device out of a tight and tightly packed box I just happened to lift on the edges of the box. With the strip tape gone, the sides simply came up and off. Beautiful. Masterfully well done, from a shoppers perspective.
Anyway, the thing had a bunch of parts and pieces that might have made all my efforts fruitless, but I couldn't make hide nor hair of a thing written at that point in a long hot day. So, I put it all up, goofed just a bit more perhaps, then crashed. Waking time isn't the best time for that sort of thing, either. So, here it is, just after noon, and in the last hour or two I figured out what of their stuff would and wouldn't work, put my stuff and their stuff together, and *bamb*! Right in the kisser, Louisa. The weight was never as much an issue as (if I didn't suggest it, at all) I might have feared. I really can carry 81+ shipping with one hand. Getting it up into the window was zilch of a problem either. And I had to do that a half a dozen times tinkering with this and that, all while making sure the "platforms" didn't slide one way or the other. Easy, sneezy, breezy, beautiful, pig. :p
I had to learn how the wood slats system went into the window, but that was easy enough when I had call. I've looked at the thing and wondered before. Now I know. The company provided the perfect "catch", to provide structural hold and a bit of weatherproofing. Only my "platforms" were allowing a huge draw. Ah! My mother, or lady friend, had created a rag bag when they were here. Probably mom... A bit of (very little) searching, and there it was. I put those rags into the holes. Good, for what they filled. One more hole though, a big one. Yeah, got that filled. Batteries in the remote, plugged in (and reset as per instructions), a click, and... Poof. I set it to 66, just for a while. Oh, then the shade slats had to be reinstalled, if with a minor alteration. Then the drapes back up, plus fitted to the new device so it's still dark.
I wish I could say, "If I knew it was going to be THAT easy...", but I can't quite say that. It was easy, enough. But there were so many small steps, there was some thinking, tinkering, and effort. Mild as that is to many, that was... a man's man type of job for me. And I am proud to have stubbed my toe at the base of the great mechanical engineering handy man mountain, if all I did was get to the base and stare up at the vast expanse of possibilities otherwise. No, never to worry. I got the cool going, the thing arranged, and did a lot of little tasks in there. I didn't lose a finger, break through a wall, cut the power cord, or such either. Pleased, little things, but... that's what I have to give, and rarely. I just need to put the tools back. Tomorrow, maybe.
Actually, I think the girls are happy too! While we don't think of cats getting too hot or cold, and in a way they don't they just change their behavior until things change, they really were panting a lot lately, and going through water. They don't like the noise but... who does. It's the price, and an easy one give or take. A few days or a week of cool, then I go to using the thing in the evenings. Very very nice.
Good day.
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Ahahahhahahahaha
Cool? 12k btu's of cool, baby! I went to put the thing in place last night but ran into a snag. My brain simply wasn't up to the tasks my muscles otherwise would have had no problem with. The packing the company did was beautiful! Well, if you... luck into it. I didn't unwrap my present until I was pretty much at the spot of installation. Why carry the extra weight? Perhaps to make sure all parts and pieces would be right there. Perhaps just because so shut up. I do things a certain way, which... may vary. Anyway, while unpackaging, the thing nearly unfolded itself. While I was, at first, trying to figure out how to get an 80+ pound device out of a tight and tightly packed box I just happened to lift on the edges of the box. With the strip tape gone, the sides simply came up and off. Beautiful. Masterfully well done, from a shoppers perspective.
Anyway, the thing had a bunch of parts and pieces that might have made all my efforts fruitless, but I couldn't make hide nor hair of a thing written at that point in a long hot day. So, I put it all up, goofed just a bit more perhaps, then crashed. Waking time isn't the best time for that sort of thing, either. So, here it is, just after noon, and in the last hour or two I figured out what of their stuff would and wouldn't work, put my stuff and their stuff together, and *bamb*! Right in the kisser, Louisa. The weight was never as much an issue as (if I didn't suggest it, at all) I might have feared. I really can carry 81+ shipping with one hand. Getting it up into the window was zilch of a problem either. And I had to do that a half a dozen times tinkering with this and that, all while making sure the "platforms" didn't slide one way or the other. Easy, sneezy, breezy, beautiful, pig. :p
I had to learn how the wood slats system went into the window, but that was easy enough when I had call. I've looked at the thing and wondered before. Now I know. The company provided the perfect "catch", to provide structural hold and a bit of weatherproofing. Only my "platforms" were allowing a huge draw. Ah! My mother, or lady friend, had created a rag bag when they were here. Probably mom... A bit of (very little) searching, and there it was. I put those rags into the holes. Good, for what they filled. One more hole though, a big one. Yeah, got that filled. Batteries in the remote, plugged in (and reset as per instructions), a click, and... Poof. I set it to 66, just for a while. Oh, then the shade slats had to be reinstalled, if with a minor alteration. Then the drapes back up, plus fitted to the new device so it's still dark.
I wish I could say, "If I knew it was going to be THAT easy...", but I can't quite say that. It was easy, enough. But there were so many small steps, there was some thinking, tinkering, and effort. Mild as that is to many, that was... a man's man type of job for me. And I am proud to have stubbed my toe at the base of the great mechanical engineering handy man mountain, if all I did was get to the base and stare up at the vast expanse of possibilities otherwise. No, never to worry. I got the cool going, the thing arranged, and did a lot of little tasks in there. I didn't lose a finger, break through a wall, cut the power cord, or such either. Pleased, little things, but... that's what I have to give, and rarely. I just need to put the tools back. Tomorrow, maybe.
Actually, I think the girls are happy too! While we don't think of cats getting too hot or cold, and in a way they don't they just change their behavior until things change, they really were panting a lot lately, and going through water. They don't like the noise but... who does. It's the price, and an easy one give or take. A few days or a week of cool, then I go to using the thing in the evenings. Very very nice.
Good day.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Hoping for the best, planning on the worst.
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You know what that will usually get you, right? About half the time it nets you saved time and effort, half the time you get what you were begging for. Heh! This time? *face palm* No, just no way. I was mildly expecting a somewhat finicky cut and bit of minor work. Yeah, a cut to this length to this depth. I figured it would run me, given that it is me and I am way out of practice with anything practical, about 3 to 5 runs to get a template created for the second of two platforms. So, I went rough/rough the first cut. I did an eyeball (and pen) measure, then measured depth roughly, and planned to simply chisel out the whole of it to see how all of that would work. Some days.
As it turns out, that first rough shot was good enough, so two platforms were kicked out in less than the time to get my tools plugged in, set up, and out, not including tear down or setting up my sawhorses, and that platform. The sawhorses and a bit of plywood, without anything else, worked just fine for a bench. I didn't need to attach anything. So damned easy. And here I've been sweating for weeks, out of my mind in a perfectionists nightmare over... the ease of slop. Never mind. Now, I am all done in. The ac will not go in until I have time to catch my wind, but that should be by this evening. If I am too rung out from heat by then I will simply take a long shower to get my temps in order, then hit it. It will be done, now that the "hard part" is completed. Someone just shoot me? Meh, wouldn't work. I may not be bulletproof, but... God said no. Save your bullets. Just, next time I funk on junk, kick me. Won't hurt me, though be careful with your foot. I am dense in more ways than one. Believe it.
Hey, well, just wanted to share the news. You've all been sweating for me for... a while now. I thought it fair to let you in on the fact that ac is practically in. Odd, cutting then chiseling a few pieces of wood wore me out more than dead lifting the 81+packing ac into the other room then up into the window. And getting it out of the packaging will be the most testing of the the work packets involved with that assembly. What gives with that? Never mind. I hope you are cool! Later.
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You know what that will usually get you, right? About half the time it nets you saved time and effort, half the time you get what you were begging for. Heh! This time? *face palm* No, just no way. I was mildly expecting a somewhat finicky cut and bit of minor work. Yeah, a cut to this length to this depth. I figured it would run me, given that it is me and I am way out of practice with anything practical, about 3 to 5 runs to get a template created for the second of two platforms. So, I went rough/rough the first cut. I did an eyeball (and pen) measure, then measured depth roughly, and planned to simply chisel out the whole of it to see how all of that would work. Some days.
As it turns out, that first rough shot was good enough, so two platforms were kicked out in less than the time to get my tools plugged in, set up, and out, not including tear down or setting up my sawhorses, and that platform. The sawhorses and a bit of plywood, without anything else, worked just fine for a bench. I didn't need to attach anything. So damned easy. And here I've been sweating for weeks, out of my mind in a perfectionists nightmare over... the ease of slop. Never mind. Now, I am all done in. The ac will not go in until I have time to catch my wind, but that should be by this evening. If I am too rung out from heat by then I will simply take a long shower to get my temps in order, then hit it. It will be done, now that the "hard part" is completed. Someone just shoot me? Meh, wouldn't work. I may not be bulletproof, but... God said no. Save your bullets. Just, next time I funk on junk, kick me. Won't hurt me, though be careful with your foot. I am dense in more ways than one. Believe it.
Hey, well, just wanted to share the news. You've all been sweating for me for... a while now. I thought it fair to let you in on the fact that ac is practically in. Odd, cutting then chiseling a few pieces of wood wore me out more than dead lifting the 81+packing ac into the other room then up into the window. And getting it out of the packaging will be the most testing of the the work packets involved with that assembly. What gives with that? Never mind. I hope you are cool! Later.
Today, I do believe, is the day.
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While I didn't get the trash out... hmm, might still be time so this will be brief... I do intend to get that ac in today, and running. I might run it for a few days, or a week, to get some semblance of function back. I do need to chill. I won't take a shower, but I will dress, put on a baseball cap, and get to figuring things out. Taking the last of the trash out before digging in, which means kitty litter change time.
I'm not doing any better today, really. It is just that... it has been on my mind a while, the heat has a direct impact on my life, the game crashed... or... a conflux of events lead to me being at the point where I am about to get to it. That is, simply put, all I get in this life. But I take it with relish, and a bit of mustard if I may. Hehe Yeah, I like it here. I think I'll like it in heaven, or even purgatory if I... miss the queue a bit. Yeah, I need to work on that. Getting visiting communion would help, for a while, till I can get back on my feet.
Well, it is time to get to it. Have a loverly day. If that fails, plan on one tomorrow. And don't quite planning even if you never have another loverly day. It's... always about hope. Later.
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While I didn't get the trash out... hmm, might still be time so this will be brief... I do intend to get that ac in today, and running. I might run it for a few days, or a week, to get some semblance of function back. I do need to chill. I won't take a shower, but I will dress, put on a baseball cap, and get to figuring things out. Taking the last of the trash out before digging in, which means kitty litter change time.
I'm not doing any better today, really. It is just that... it has been on my mind a while, the heat has a direct impact on my life, the game crashed... or... a conflux of events lead to me being at the point where I am about to get to it. That is, simply put, all I get in this life. But I take it with relish, and a bit of mustard if I may. Hehe Yeah, I like it here. I think I'll like it in heaven, or even purgatory if I... miss the queue a bit. Yeah, I need to work on that. Getting visiting communion would help, for a while, till I can get back on my feet.
Well, it is time to get to it. Have a loverly day. If that fails, plan on one tomorrow. And don't quite planning even if you never have another loverly day. It's... always about hope. Later.
Awake, on a cool morning.
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I think there is something else to the heat. When I don't sleep well, something heat interrupts, I become additionally subject to heat. It's a cascade effect. Everyone has it, but those of us who are turtles and slugs... simply get hit worse. No worries, at least I am young enough to survive it and in a place where, even within the week, I will have figured out a solution. I have it, actually, it is simply implementing it. What bothers me are those people who are too frail and poor and alone. It bothers me greatly. Then again, I can barely do what I need, there is little I can do for the others. Well, prayer.
I am going to tinker a bit this morning, then, maybe when I close up the windows, I will get out of my pajamas and put on something a bit more social, and get to working on the window treatment. I doubt if it will take an hour. My guess is a saw horse platform will got together in less than an half hour, which is the first thing. Will I get it cut just right!? Not the first time. I will undercut and just edge out. How long will I have to tinker with the saw horses and plywood to make a platform? Who knows. On the good side, once I know something... I just know it. Next time I won't have two projects, just one. Oh, sure, seems quite simple. And it is. It is just all new and I live in fog. Distances and complexity combined with newness all make anything seem... risky, untouchable. How did I make it through some of the courses in engineering school? Sleeping a month then studying a few days before a midterm, or final. Who knows. And I never know what I know so I never quite can be sure if I can do something, if I always seem quite able when it comes down to it. An old man? Yes, I have become a very old man in a rather young man's body. Plus I think I will make it to be an old man on top of it. Spooky, but... not... too.
Well, on to waking, then that task. Have a good morning.
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I think there is something else to the heat. When I don't sleep well, something heat interrupts, I become additionally subject to heat. It's a cascade effect. Everyone has it, but those of us who are turtles and slugs... simply get hit worse. No worries, at least I am young enough to survive it and in a place where, even within the week, I will have figured out a solution. I have it, actually, it is simply implementing it. What bothers me are those people who are too frail and poor and alone. It bothers me greatly. Then again, I can barely do what I need, there is little I can do for the others. Well, prayer.
I am going to tinker a bit this morning, then, maybe when I close up the windows, I will get out of my pajamas and put on something a bit more social, and get to working on the window treatment. I doubt if it will take an hour. My guess is a saw horse platform will got together in less than an half hour, which is the first thing. Will I get it cut just right!? Not the first time. I will undercut and just edge out. How long will I have to tinker with the saw horses and plywood to make a platform? Who knows. On the good side, once I know something... I just know it. Next time I won't have two projects, just one. Oh, sure, seems quite simple. And it is. It is just all new and I live in fog. Distances and complexity combined with newness all make anything seem... risky, untouchable. How did I make it through some of the courses in engineering school? Sleeping a month then studying a few days before a midterm, or final. Who knows. And I never know what I know so I never quite can be sure if I can do something, if I always seem quite able when it comes down to it. An old man? Yes, I have become a very old man in a rather young man's body. Plus I think I will make it to be an old man on top of it. Spooky, but... not... too.
Well, on to waking, then that task. Have a good morning.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Ah well.
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Zombified, for the last few... while... I ran out of tobacco a few days ago. So, after suffering withdrawals for a relatively long time, I finally got to town today. Of course, while getting ready to go to town I found a can of tobacco. I simply thought I had used it already. At least the last few days, until today, were cool enough. Today seemed like it was murder hot. Just to get that ac in... Yeah, yeah, I know. I guess I was born to suffer. At least I can survive it. Amazingly well even. I just don't like it. I actually pray that my suffering here helps someone in purgatory. I have heard that it can do that. Perhaps they just say that to try to make pain and discomfort more... amenable. Perhaps they believe it. Perhaps it is true. After my experience there, if that is what it was and it did happen at all... I do hope it helps some poor soul, or dozen, get through that and on to the rest of their way quicker.
I have been doing bits and pieces. Several loads of laundry have gone forward. A little picking up has occurred. Little things here and there, if nowhere near where I really want and need it to be. Yes, the ac will help. But just getting that in seems impossible at times. Things have to be just so and I won't rush or short the task. It has to be right. It has to be by my hands. It will happen. I honestly think I might have it in tomorrow morning. That IS the plan.
The girls are weird. I wasn't sure I was feeding them right, for a few days anyway, so I started using the timer. But... that wasn't their problem. My game is stealing too much of my time. And, yes, there is that. So, I am trying to cut the gaming down, include them when I can into my life, and either pester them (in the most nice of ways) or chase or let them hunt me every few hours. Yeah, they love their ogre. Of course, I love to pester them when THEY are napping sometimes. Payback and all. They certainly pester poppo when he goes to bed. Queen of the ogre, scratch and wake, let's check poppo's breath with our whiskers... lots of fun bedtime games! Bwats! Tsokay, as I said, payback is a pleasure.
Hmm, on to bed. I am absolutely beat by this heat today. I enjoyed three or four days of relative cool. It helped recharge a bit. Maybe enough to do that one simple task. Good night.
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Zombified, for the last few... while... I ran out of tobacco a few days ago. So, after suffering withdrawals for a relatively long time, I finally got to town today. Of course, while getting ready to go to town I found a can of tobacco. I simply thought I had used it already. At least the last few days, until today, were cool enough. Today seemed like it was murder hot. Just to get that ac in... Yeah, yeah, I know. I guess I was born to suffer. At least I can survive it. Amazingly well even. I just don't like it. I actually pray that my suffering here helps someone in purgatory. I have heard that it can do that. Perhaps they just say that to try to make pain and discomfort more... amenable. Perhaps they believe it. Perhaps it is true. After my experience there, if that is what it was and it did happen at all... I do hope it helps some poor soul, or dozen, get through that and on to the rest of their way quicker.
I have been doing bits and pieces. Several loads of laundry have gone forward. A little picking up has occurred. Little things here and there, if nowhere near where I really want and need it to be. Yes, the ac will help. But just getting that in seems impossible at times. Things have to be just so and I won't rush or short the task. It has to be right. It has to be by my hands. It will happen. I honestly think I might have it in tomorrow morning. That IS the plan.
The girls are weird. I wasn't sure I was feeding them right, for a few days anyway, so I started using the timer. But... that wasn't their problem. My game is stealing too much of my time. And, yes, there is that. So, I am trying to cut the gaming down, include them when I can into my life, and either pester them (in the most nice of ways) or chase or let them hunt me every few hours. Yeah, they love their ogre. Of course, I love to pester them when THEY are napping sometimes. Payback and all. They certainly pester poppo when he goes to bed. Queen of the ogre, scratch and wake, let's check poppo's breath with our whiskers... lots of fun bedtime games! Bwats! Tsokay, as I said, payback is a pleasure.
Hmm, on to bed. I am absolutely beat by this heat today. I enjoyed three or four days of relative cool. It helped recharge a bit. Maybe enough to do that one simple task. Good night.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
You know...
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While I grumble about my incapacity, I do realize that, setting my will and want aside, I am at the apex of human existence. No, not healthwise, if that isn't quite as bad as it sounds in that it has proven to be quite non-lethal for all the hubbub surrounding the issue. No, I mean, I am living... completely free and clear. I make enough money, not working, to sustain myself easily, and even entertain some of my crazy and crazy like a fox notions. While I may not be sitting on piles of gold, not a goal ever though anyway... While I may not be wearing designer clothes (if some serious gear), which also is not a goal... I am quite easily sustaining a mild, easy to live, life. Why I want to be in the grinder God only knows. Some people were made for it, I was one of those. I would love to trade a perfectly healthy layabout for my position, given their perfect health. Even at my age, what I could do with health is probably... almost otherworldly. Oh, no, I wouldn't change the world, bring about world peace, fix cancer, save the earth from "X". No, I would merely take what was at hand and make something of it. A few people would know and respect my work. And, yes, I would definitely have a wife and kids.
Still, I have what I have. But I can't stop, sometimes, and just laugh my arse off. Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth, but there I am.
No, the ac is not up. But I have gotten to a few things, hope to get to a few more things today, and we will just see.
I have been enjoying Fallout 3. Now, usually, I eat games. But sometimes they are simply too big and they eat me. This game has eaten me, so far. I started out, as usual, not reading anything. I just jumped in and played. After messing up two or three major plays, after playing only, maybe, a fifteenth of the game, I decided a little research was due. So, I started over. And over. Finally, on this last nearly quarter playthrough (not including side quests and tons of places to visit otherwise), I am getting better. It's an easy rough game. So many details, so many items to tend, so many things to do, no way to redo some things easily or naturally. The game simply has no boundaries, and then you fail or win a situation or bonus. It would be like one of the huge mmpg's, only for single player. While it is laid back, the intensity comes in a few short spurts, but seriously enough to keep you (me anyway) engaged. The one good/bad thing? Load times are rather fast for this sort of game. You never... rage quit from exhaustion combined with long load screens. Yeah, I see why many makers add long load screens... as a sort of... nicety to us junkies. :p Still, I love the short load times as well.
Just... putting something out. Be well.
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While I grumble about my incapacity, I do realize that, setting my will and want aside, I am at the apex of human existence. No, not healthwise, if that isn't quite as bad as it sounds in that it has proven to be quite non-lethal for all the hubbub surrounding the issue. No, I mean, I am living... completely free and clear. I make enough money, not working, to sustain myself easily, and even entertain some of my crazy and crazy like a fox notions. While I may not be sitting on piles of gold, not a goal ever though anyway... While I may not be wearing designer clothes (if some serious gear), which also is not a goal... I am quite easily sustaining a mild, easy to live, life. Why I want to be in the grinder God only knows. Some people were made for it, I was one of those. I would love to trade a perfectly healthy layabout for my position, given their perfect health. Even at my age, what I could do with health is probably... almost otherworldly. Oh, no, I wouldn't change the world, bring about world peace, fix cancer, save the earth from "X". No, I would merely take what was at hand and make something of it. A few people would know and respect my work. And, yes, I would definitely have a wife and kids.
Still, I have what I have. But I can't stop, sometimes, and just laugh my arse off. Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth, but there I am.
No, the ac is not up. But I have gotten to a few things, hope to get to a few more things today, and we will just see.
I have been enjoying Fallout 3. Now, usually, I eat games. But sometimes they are simply too big and they eat me. This game has eaten me, so far. I started out, as usual, not reading anything. I just jumped in and played. After messing up two or three major plays, after playing only, maybe, a fifteenth of the game, I decided a little research was due. So, I started over. And over. Finally, on this last nearly quarter playthrough (not including side quests and tons of places to visit otherwise), I am getting better. It's an easy rough game. So many details, so many items to tend, so many things to do, no way to redo some things easily or naturally. The game simply has no boundaries, and then you fail or win a situation or bonus. It would be like one of the huge mmpg's, only for single player. While it is laid back, the intensity comes in a few short spurts, but seriously enough to keep you (me anyway) engaged. The one good/bad thing? Load times are rather fast for this sort of game. You never... rage quit from exhaustion combined with long load screens. Yeah, I see why many makers add long load screens... as a sort of... nicety to us junkies. :p Still, I love the short load times as well.
Just... putting something out. Be well.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Doesn't make sense.
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It's cold this morning. I mean downright chilly. But... the mechanical and electronic thermometers all say it is the same temp this morning that I was sweating at yesterday morning. Huh? And the swelling in my feet is gone, from water retention. Getting out, just that short bit, might have helped? I don't know. All I know is that things don't really make sense because there are too many variables in play.
Like heat for example. I have several things that affect felt temp. Blood sugars, but that is now in check. There is something else in my body that... I think Chinese medicine would call it chi. Our medicine simply can't find the real problem though. I would call it metabolic flux, due to heart issues, if I think the only cure would be a fully functioning heart. As well, when I retain water a bit more on one day than another, that somehow either makes the heat worse OR makes me more vulnerable to any temperature extremes, while the term extreme is shrunk to just a few degrees outside of optimal. And finally, if there might be other variables, the actual temperature. Even that last is based on variables I do not completely understand. Of course the water volume in the air has an affect, as done the intensity of the sun (angle of strike, hours behind clouds, who knows what else). I simply can't keep track of all the variables at all times, so I can't know why one morning is hot and one is cold, the day after, at the same temperature. Never mind.
Mentally I am not doing the best, regardless. Medicine is being taken, mostly very regularly. Food is being eaten at least daily. But the heat is just a bit intense. I did create the template for the base for the ac, and hope sometime today to cut and possibly chisel the pieces to fit. It will be an easy task. The idea of just putting in wood, without cutting it, and setting the ac on that, sounded good. I just don't think it would be stable enough. And I don't think the ac would handle a five foot drop well. Still, I think this task will be done by days end. Odd though, I think the felt chill of this morning is disabling me just as much as the felt heat of yesterday. Ha. What an absolute gas. So, what may need to happen is a short nap. Hmm, maybe some food first.
You know, the good thing about stocking up on foods, even just the shorter term stuff so far, is that if this type of thing lasts too long, I can still live fairly well for a short bit. If I really can't get out for milk, I have several options. I do have some food delivery as well. A freezer would help with things as well as canning meats myself. And, while many things seem impossible, and I don't seem always able to get to much, my guess is it is probably surprising, if you think about it, what I actually have done, given my situation. Yeah, I pull off things by the skin of my teeth, but... in the end, does it matter? I'll stick to it. I have a method, just not always the means. And yet I am moving forward.
Good day.
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It's cold this morning. I mean downright chilly. But... the mechanical and electronic thermometers all say it is the same temp this morning that I was sweating at yesterday morning. Huh? And the swelling in my feet is gone, from water retention. Getting out, just that short bit, might have helped? I don't know. All I know is that things don't really make sense because there are too many variables in play.
Like heat for example. I have several things that affect felt temp. Blood sugars, but that is now in check. There is something else in my body that... I think Chinese medicine would call it chi. Our medicine simply can't find the real problem though. I would call it metabolic flux, due to heart issues, if I think the only cure would be a fully functioning heart. As well, when I retain water a bit more on one day than another, that somehow either makes the heat worse OR makes me more vulnerable to any temperature extremes, while the term extreme is shrunk to just a few degrees outside of optimal. And finally, if there might be other variables, the actual temperature. Even that last is based on variables I do not completely understand. Of course the water volume in the air has an affect, as done the intensity of the sun (angle of strike, hours behind clouds, who knows what else). I simply can't keep track of all the variables at all times, so I can't know why one morning is hot and one is cold, the day after, at the same temperature. Never mind.
Mentally I am not doing the best, regardless. Medicine is being taken, mostly very regularly. Food is being eaten at least daily. But the heat is just a bit intense. I did create the template for the base for the ac, and hope sometime today to cut and possibly chisel the pieces to fit. It will be an easy task. The idea of just putting in wood, without cutting it, and setting the ac on that, sounded good. I just don't think it would be stable enough. And I don't think the ac would handle a five foot drop well. Still, I think this task will be done by days end. Odd though, I think the felt chill of this morning is disabling me just as much as the felt heat of yesterday. Ha. What an absolute gas. So, what may need to happen is a short nap. Hmm, maybe some food first.
You know, the good thing about stocking up on foods, even just the shorter term stuff so far, is that if this type of thing lasts too long, I can still live fairly well for a short bit. If I really can't get out for milk, I have several options. I do have some food delivery as well. A freezer would help with things as well as canning meats myself. And, while many things seem impossible, and I don't seem always able to get to much, my guess is it is probably surprising, if you think about it, what I actually have done, given my situation. Yeah, I pull off things by the skin of my teeth, but... in the end, does it matter? I'll stick to it. I have a method, just not always the means. And yet I am moving forward.
Good day.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Forgot the rest of the last post!
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Yes, still awake, yes about to go to town, yes I have measured out a rough template that I will attempt to cut/chisel when I return. Milk, and whatever else I needed... oh, chew! Was there any other reason to go to town? I'm actually reading back in my blog, which is why I am still here, to find out what all I wanted/needed.
But I noticed I hadn't finished my first blog of the day. Something about horror. Right, that is regarding some of the games I play. People are... idiots. Not only do they play poorly, they also don't learn from it! Oh, I make mistakes. I even create a pattern with them. I hate trying a "new way", if that way is significantly different from how I LIKE TO DO THINGS. Actually, due to mechanical-intellectual interfaces, sometimes I can't do something an exact specific way. But I can learn, adapt, change, to a degree. And, mostly I do that without clues or hints. Failure and success provide all I usually need. But my goodness, there are people out there who are honestly too stupid and immature to... be morally allowed to comment. Oh, let them play, but for heavens sake, take away access to places where they can simply create a whole area for themselves to write. Sad? Embarrassing (for them)? Yeah, being a bit harsh. You'll just have to trust me. There are people who can and do type, can and do think, but who can't actually... Make any sense of anything they perceive. It's terrifying.
Later.
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Yes, still awake, yes about to go to town, yes I have measured out a rough template that I will attempt to cut/chisel when I return. Milk, and whatever else I needed... oh, chew! Was there any other reason to go to town? I'm actually reading back in my blog, which is why I am still here, to find out what all I wanted/needed.
But I noticed I hadn't finished my first blog of the day. Something about horror. Right, that is regarding some of the games I play. People are... idiots. Not only do they play poorly, they also don't learn from it! Oh, I make mistakes. I even create a pattern with them. I hate trying a "new way", if that way is significantly different from how I LIKE TO DO THINGS. Actually, due to mechanical-intellectual interfaces, sometimes I can't do something an exact specific way. But I can learn, adapt, change, to a degree. And, mostly I do that without clues or hints. Failure and success provide all I usually need. But my goodness, there are people out there who are honestly too stupid and immature to... be morally allowed to comment. Oh, let them play, but for heavens sake, take away access to places where they can simply create a whole area for themselves to write. Sad? Embarrassing (for them)? Yeah, being a bit harsh. You'll just have to trust me. There are people who can and do type, can and do think, but who can't actually... Make any sense of anything they perceive. It's terrifying.
Later.
Amazed and horrified.
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I'll get to the title in a bit. First though, just about how things are doing. I woke at about 5:00 or 6:00, so I didn't get much sleep. I set the alarms, once I woke up, to try and prod me out of the house and on to town. I NEED a few things. I set the alarm for 8:00, then 9:00, here I am at 11:10. Yeah, well, I need a shower first, and then to get dressed. I ought to at least fillet the whiskers to a degree, too. And, I would like to get a 2x4 and simply mark out a rough 'cut here' guide. Yeah, I think D.C. is right. I really need to stop this hemming and hawing and just hit the fucking nail with the hammer. Pardon, but... I've been dinking with this for too long, I am too hot, I need some real sleep and some decent cool. I am, in short, annoyed. Pardon the language, understand it comes from sentiment. Oh, well, the good thing about going to town? AC! Plus, if when dressed and ready, I find myself in possession of a marked for cutting board, I will use the ac on the way home too, since I can almost be sure that the ac will be going in tonight. Oh, I should stop for some sealing tape and paneling for the extra areas.
Yeah, I best get going. But, just a thought. The last few days have been cooler, for as much as that is worth. And I keep getting a vision of God, looking down, at me wasting the cool, doing a face-palm. Yeah, I know it can't happen. God simply doesn't do that. A secular version of this would be a "perfect Fonz". He is so cool, nothing flushes Him. It's... more of a funny notion than a theological one. Jesus though? He walked as a human, He... might know the face-palm thing... And you can't say He was "the perfect Fonz", He truly lost His cool with the money changers and I would guess that if some fool had picked up the rock when He suggested that the one with no sin do so... I think we would have seen a very temporarily angry Jesus and a very dead (though possibly then resurrected "client"). Never mind, mind playing...
Oh, right, on to town. Good day.
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I'll get to the title in a bit. First though, just about how things are doing. I woke at about 5:00 or 6:00, so I didn't get much sleep. I set the alarms, once I woke up, to try and prod me out of the house and on to town. I NEED a few things. I set the alarm for 8:00, then 9:00, here I am at 11:10. Yeah, well, I need a shower first, and then to get dressed. I ought to at least fillet the whiskers to a degree, too. And, I would like to get a 2x4 and simply mark out a rough 'cut here' guide. Yeah, I think D.C. is right. I really need to stop this hemming and hawing and just hit the fucking nail with the hammer. Pardon, but... I've been dinking with this for too long, I am too hot, I need some real sleep and some decent cool. I am, in short, annoyed. Pardon the language, understand it comes from sentiment. Oh, well, the good thing about going to town? AC! Plus, if when dressed and ready, I find myself in possession of a marked for cutting board, I will use the ac on the way home too, since I can almost be sure that the ac will be going in tonight. Oh, I should stop for some sealing tape and paneling for the extra areas.
Yeah, I best get going. But, just a thought. The last few days have been cooler, for as much as that is worth. And I keep getting a vision of God, looking down, at me wasting the cool, doing a face-palm. Yeah, I know it can't happen. God simply doesn't do that. A secular version of this would be a "perfect Fonz". He is so cool, nothing flushes Him. It's... more of a funny notion than a theological one. Jesus though? He walked as a human, He... might know the face-palm thing... And you can't say He was "the perfect Fonz", He truly lost His cool with the money changers and I would guess that if some fool had picked up the rock when He suggested that the one with no sin do so... I think we would have seen a very temporarily angry Jesus and a very dead (though possibly then resurrected "client"). Never mind, mind playing...
Oh, right, on to town. Good day.
Hmm...
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Not the best of things. At 1:30 I am still awake. I simply cannot cool off again. I thought about heading into town, but after a spell of dizziness from the heat and the long hours up, I decided against that... at all. I am completely out of tobacco and milk, so... I need to get in there. Caught in a catch-22 though. I need to cool down in order to gear up, yet by the time I have cooled down I need to sleep. Now, in there somewhere, I need to figure out how to rig my ac into the window. Yeah, and I can't see straight sometimes.
Whatever. The house is cooling a bit, but it isn't very cool outside. It is supposed to hit 54, and it may, but not until 5:00 or 6:00. Still, there are things rumbling through that might keep it a bit cooler today. Mostly it looks like mid 90's for a goodly number of days. I'll just have to figure something out.
Good night, I hope.
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Not the best of things. At 1:30 I am still awake. I simply cannot cool off again. I thought about heading into town, but after a spell of dizziness from the heat and the long hours up, I decided against that... at all. I am completely out of tobacco and milk, so... I need to get in there. Caught in a catch-22 though. I need to cool down in order to gear up, yet by the time I have cooled down I need to sleep. Now, in there somewhere, I need to figure out how to rig my ac into the window. Yeah, and I can't see straight sometimes.
Whatever. The house is cooling a bit, but it isn't very cool outside. It is supposed to hit 54, and it may, but not until 5:00 or 6:00. Still, there are things rumbling through that might keep it a bit cooler today. Mostly it looks like mid 90's for a goodly number of days. I'll just have to figure something out.
Good night, I hope.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Sleep!?1!
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Yeah, I could sleep. I could go in, right now, and crash like I was... never mind. I was thinking something rude... about you. But I could go to bed without any problem. The thing is, it is just... about... to.. cool.. down. Just enough that I could open the windows. If I go to bed now, the windows will be shut, and I will simply sweat through the sleep and wake to a stuffy hot home. No, I will, somehow, stay up just a bit longer. Not bad, really. Four or five days ago I was going to bed at 6:00 and waking in the... around noon or so I think, at the latest. Couldn't sleep through the heat. Quite a change. And very quickly for me.
I am cooking though. The days are still brutally hot, for me. I need to get that ac in. When my body started the shift all of my plans were left on the drawing board. I simply don't have enough energy remaining with this shift to even eat, let alone do something. And cooking during the day is rough. Though I would rather work through it then half sleep through it, then to wake when it begins to peek and have that as a "morning". Still, because of that, nothing will go forward until I can get my head out of the oven.
Anyway, a few more hours, for the world to at least get even with the house, then I can open the windows so the house will be cooling as the world does, while I sleep. That makes waking, and sleeping, a joy. Good night... eventually.
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Yeah, I could sleep. I could go in, right now, and crash like I was... never mind. I was thinking something rude... about you. But I could go to bed without any problem. The thing is, it is just... about... to.. cool.. down. Just enough that I could open the windows. If I go to bed now, the windows will be shut, and I will simply sweat through the sleep and wake to a stuffy hot home. No, I will, somehow, stay up just a bit longer. Not bad, really. Four or five days ago I was going to bed at 6:00 and waking in the... around noon or so I think, at the latest. Couldn't sleep through the heat. Quite a change. And very quickly for me.
I am cooking though. The days are still brutally hot, for me. I need to get that ac in. When my body started the shift all of my plans were left on the drawing board. I simply don't have enough energy remaining with this shift to even eat, let alone do something. And cooking during the day is rough. Though I would rather work through it then half sleep through it, then to wake when it begins to peek and have that as a "morning". Still, because of that, nothing will go forward until I can get my head out of the oven.
Anyway, a few more hours, for the world to at least get even with the house, then I can open the windows so the house will be cooling as the world does, while I sleep. That makes waking, and sleeping, a joy. Good night... eventually.
Yeah? Well?
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Life is certainly a bit strange this summer. Finally having figured out how to make life slightly cooler here in the cave I haven't quite been able to set up the ac yet. See, it's not about want. It isn't about being lazy. It just is. Concentration, I would guess, is most of it. I don't understand it anymore than you do. I should be able to simply plan something, then do it, right? I mean, it isn't that physically demanding, I have the tools, if I haven't done this exact project before I have done many quite similar. So... why can't I just do it?
On the good side, my days and nights seem to be tipping back into their correct places. It is an ongoing project, one which I simply found myself partaking in. I didn't really choose it. Whether my body chose and began implementing it, or it simply reacted to the changes in temperature, I will never really know. My body is an interesting thing. It is mostly animal, with all that goes with it. While I can maintain a sort of moral control, at least up to some sort of stress test I haven't seen tested to date, I can't actually just tell it what to do. It is quite strong when it needs something. It can endure things I thought were lethal, or at least dangerous. Sometimes it is best to just let it do it's thing.
I've been playing a new computer game. Fallout 3, while dated, is rather entertaining. It is a nice change of pace from the last nearly dozen first person shooters. While it is still a fps, it is more a rambling quest based game, without the direct intensity of some of the other games. Exploring a 1950's USA, or two hundred years later, after a nuclear war, you fight, meet folks, do them favors for favors, and such. It is, however, quite a long game. And, my guess is, there may be nearly no end to it. The fighting mechanics in it aren't very good, either. But fighting, thankfully, isn't the main of the game, just something you have to do in order to do what you have to do... if you know what I mean. At least it keeps my mind active.
The cats have been banished to the outside. Sam for vomitting again, Sassy for excessive begging. Oh, not too long, just until noon, or another hour. It saves my sanity just a bit when one or both does what they know I would rather they not. With Sassy, she becomes... pretty close to violent sometimes.
I did make the corned beef and cabbage. It was, and remains, delicious. Why I not only like, but love, cabbage now, I could never say. I can't even say it's the flavor. It certainly isn't the texture, though for a boiled vegetable it does have a more solid texture, which I do like. It's more that my body seems to like something about cabbage. Carrots are more for color. Potatoes I have always loved, so all good there. It is pleasing to finally have gotten around to a home cooked meal. I did it early morning (like, 2:00). Yeah, it seems odd that I would be up at 2:00 while my internal clock is readjusting, but like I said, my body was stretching my days to make the schedule shift. So, when you think of day stretching in a more extreme manner, it makes sense.
Just... saying I am alive. And... kicking about just a bit. I'll keep trying. Never give up, never surrender (unless they serve really good chow). :p Good day.
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Life is certainly a bit strange this summer. Finally having figured out how to make life slightly cooler here in the cave I haven't quite been able to set up the ac yet. See, it's not about want. It isn't about being lazy. It just is. Concentration, I would guess, is most of it. I don't understand it anymore than you do. I should be able to simply plan something, then do it, right? I mean, it isn't that physically demanding, I have the tools, if I haven't done this exact project before I have done many quite similar. So... why can't I just do it?
On the good side, my days and nights seem to be tipping back into their correct places. It is an ongoing project, one which I simply found myself partaking in. I didn't really choose it. Whether my body chose and began implementing it, or it simply reacted to the changes in temperature, I will never really know. My body is an interesting thing. It is mostly animal, with all that goes with it. While I can maintain a sort of moral control, at least up to some sort of stress test I haven't seen tested to date, I can't actually just tell it what to do. It is quite strong when it needs something. It can endure things I thought were lethal, or at least dangerous. Sometimes it is best to just let it do it's thing.
I've been playing a new computer game. Fallout 3, while dated, is rather entertaining. It is a nice change of pace from the last nearly dozen first person shooters. While it is still a fps, it is more a rambling quest based game, without the direct intensity of some of the other games. Exploring a 1950's USA, or two hundred years later, after a nuclear war, you fight, meet folks, do them favors for favors, and such. It is, however, quite a long game. And, my guess is, there may be nearly no end to it. The fighting mechanics in it aren't very good, either. But fighting, thankfully, isn't the main of the game, just something you have to do in order to do what you have to do... if you know what I mean. At least it keeps my mind active.
The cats have been banished to the outside. Sam for vomitting again, Sassy for excessive begging. Oh, not too long, just until noon, or another hour. It saves my sanity just a bit when one or both does what they know I would rather they not. With Sassy, she becomes... pretty close to violent sometimes.
I did make the corned beef and cabbage. It was, and remains, delicious. Why I not only like, but love, cabbage now, I could never say. I can't even say it's the flavor. It certainly isn't the texture, though for a boiled vegetable it does have a more solid texture, which I do like. It's more that my body seems to like something about cabbage. Carrots are more for color. Potatoes I have always loved, so all good there. It is pleasing to finally have gotten around to a home cooked meal. I did it early morning (like, 2:00). Yeah, it seems odd that I would be up at 2:00 while my internal clock is readjusting, but like I said, my body was stretching my days to make the schedule shift. So, when you think of day stretching in a more extreme manner, it makes sense.
Just... saying I am alive. And... kicking about just a bit. I'll keep trying. Never give up, never surrender (unless they serve really good chow). :p Good day.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
I really hate when that happens, mostly.
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My body, having some limited cool in the night finally, and with a bit of control of the fierce of the day heat, has decided to switch my days and nights around. Only, it didn't tell me. It just went ahead and... started doing it. If you have ever switched from night work to day work on the fly, you know that is about as much fun as nailing one of your fingers to a table. Well, not literally, of course. Still, they are in the same area, differing only by intensity.
In any case, I am in the middle of switching days back to nights for sleeping. It isn't going perfectly, it will get there in a week or so. Now, everything else I had sort of planned to get done in order to facilitate what is taking place has been tossed up in the air. Too grumpy from both lack of sleep and discombobulation due to the shift leaves me barely able to even think about what to do, let alone how to get to it. It is quite like my body has it's own will and way. No, I think that is exactly what it is. Sometimes I am just a tenant. My will is not good, always, often. Then again, I would guess that I still live merely because my body would not let me override it's wants, or needs really. I am ignorant. It may be too, but it is "dumbly functional". It does what it must for reason I cannot fathom.
I went three days without food in this twist of schedule. Oddly, it didn't hurt. Sometimes it doesn't. I broke fast with a large meal, probably what a typical family of four to six puts out for a hardy dinner. It worked. Dishes are finally soaking again, I am hoping to hit those tonight. I am also hoping to put the brisket on, and have a dinner of that in the cool. The way, it seems, my body is going about trying to shift days to nights is by staying up very long hours. Eventually something gives, sort of like when you visit a chiropractor or something. A little stretching, stress, and pressure, perhaps pain, then... *pop* All good, if you believe in that. It did help me last summer, though I have some... separate thoughts on why.
I still need to get that ac in. So, tonight, along with the other things, I am truly hoping to get the template laid out. I will not, as I first supposed, attempt to do anything fancy, like cut the wood form fitting. All my plans center around simply cutting out a portion of wood in a box or rectangular form so as to fit snugly to the two window tracks it will cover. Even that won't be easy, exactly, if it will be a lot simpler than trying to custom cut two tracks snug, plus create a half dozen grooves of various heights within those. Now, to be honest, that probably isn't that hard. But for a first time project keeping things simple is probably best, for my mind, so that I can even begin such things. The world simply isn't digital, and to be honest, analog is frightening in that it is completely open to interpretation (along with constant change, everything from swelling wood to changing metal).
Ah, to wake up a bit more then figure out what will get done. I need to hit town soon, too. Milk, tobacco, and other foods and goods are running low or simply are gone. Yeah, I'm right on all of that. Right on it, boss.
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My body, having some limited cool in the night finally, and with a bit of control of the fierce of the day heat, has decided to switch my days and nights around. Only, it didn't tell me. It just went ahead and... started doing it. If you have ever switched from night work to day work on the fly, you know that is about as much fun as nailing one of your fingers to a table. Well, not literally, of course. Still, they are in the same area, differing only by intensity.
In any case, I am in the middle of switching days back to nights for sleeping. It isn't going perfectly, it will get there in a week or so. Now, everything else I had sort of planned to get done in order to facilitate what is taking place has been tossed up in the air. Too grumpy from both lack of sleep and discombobulation due to the shift leaves me barely able to even think about what to do, let alone how to get to it. It is quite like my body has it's own will and way. No, I think that is exactly what it is. Sometimes I am just a tenant. My will is not good, always, often. Then again, I would guess that I still live merely because my body would not let me override it's wants, or needs really. I am ignorant. It may be too, but it is "dumbly functional". It does what it must for reason I cannot fathom.
I went three days without food in this twist of schedule. Oddly, it didn't hurt. Sometimes it doesn't. I broke fast with a large meal, probably what a typical family of four to six puts out for a hardy dinner. It worked. Dishes are finally soaking again, I am hoping to hit those tonight. I am also hoping to put the brisket on, and have a dinner of that in the cool. The way, it seems, my body is going about trying to shift days to nights is by staying up very long hours. Eventually something gives, sort of like when you visit a chiropractor or something. A little stretching, stress, and pressure, perhaps pain, then... *pop* All good, if you believe in that. It did help me last summer, though I have some... separate thoughts on why.
I still need to get that ac in. So, tonight, along with the other things, I am truly hoping to get the template laid out. I will not, as I first supposed, attempt to do anything fancy, like cut the wood form fitting. All my plans center around simply cutting out a portion of wood in a box or rectangular form so as to fit snugly to the two window tracks it will cover. Even that won't be easy, exactly, if it will be a lot simpler than trying to custom cut two tracks snug, plus create a half dozen grooves of various heights within those. Now, to be honest, that probably isn't that hard. But for a first time project keeping things simple is probably best, for my mind, so that I can even begin such things. The world simply isn't digital, and to be honest, analog is frightening in that it is completely open to interpretation (along with constant change, everything from swelling wood to changing metal).
Ah, to wake up a bit more then figure out what will get done. I need to hit town soon, too. Milk, tobacco, and other foods and goods are running low or simply are gone. Yeah, I'm right on all of that. Right on it, boss.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Yeah, well.
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It won't all get done on some arbitrary timeline I develop. I didn't do much tonight. All good. I am nice and cool and about ready for bed. This will be the third day, I suspect, where I am able to get some real sleep. I believe getting the ac in will make it so I can sleep much earlier and better. Even now, though I am sleeping long and well, I don't think I am sleeping as well as I could, should. Just, with the lack of sleep of late, the need is so great that a minor improvement simply allows me to sleep through what would normally not work.
Oh, but I realized, if one 2x4 isn't enough? Attach two of them together, well. That will do just fine. No need to go out and buy thicker wood. Nothing else happening here. Bedtime.
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It won't all get done on some arbitrary timeline I develop. I didn't do much tonight. All good. I am nice and cool and about ready for bed. This will be the third day, I suspect, where I am able to get some real sleep. I believe getting the ac in will make it so I can sleep much earlier and better. Even now, though I am sleeping long and well, I don't think I am sleeping as well as I could, should. Just, with the lack of sleep of late, the need is so great that a minor improvement simply allows me to sleep through what would normally not work.
Oh, but I realized, if one 2x4 isn't enough? Attach two of them together, well. That will do just fine. No need to go out and buy thicker wood. Nothing else happening here. Bedtime.
Very nice, all over again.
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While I am still stuck not doing much, I am at least enjoying it again. Another long sleep session today. When I finally do wake up, the world is already cooling again. The curtains are a Godsend. And, so far without research, I do believe I am going to push to create a template for the ac platform tonight. I will simply figure out how to cut it when I get to that point. Being that I wish to be a decent neighbor I will not be outside running my circular saw after midnight. The thing is, if the cuts needed are too deep, I may need to go to something thicker than a 2x4. I'll see shortly.
As for cutting, if all else fails, I may see about plating my sawhorses, somehow, with a smaller sheet of plywood, very securely, then simply clamping whatever wood I will be using to that. The sawhorses aren't wood, so I can't simply nail the work pieces temporarily. Or, yes, I would do that. I will have to review my devices and see if there isn't a way to make it work. I actually have no problem being creative in finding solutions. I merely use the fear of such to cover my actual inability to even begin getting about something. Misdirection. I even use it on myself, in order that I don't have to stare at the sad fact that sometimes I can't even do more than sit. Just so you know that I know. And I do know you know. Now we know we know, you know? Heh.
I may need to make a run to town tonight. Milk is low. I could always make some of that powdered stuff, too. It isn't all that bad, really. It just... well... it simply isn't milk. It will do in a pinch, and well. But who wants to live in a pinch? So, to town. Hmm, goat cheese sounds good too. I wish I could find some real fetta. Oh, I know, the stuff people buy in the stores is supposed to be good enough. Most other store bought cheeses honestly are as good as the 'better stuff'. Not so with fetta. Never mind, just... trust me.
Sassy is back to normal. Though I think she has really backed off the begging/demanding. And that is good. I am more than fair with the girls, they eat often, well, and I throw in treats. They have no reason to be that ornery. Sam is usually pretty mellow. And, usually, when she begs... it is fair. Sassy? She has pretty much been a pest. She will beg within two hours of being fed, even becoming demanding. When I put her on ignore, that usually works. Sometimes I have to chase her off, and that is usually it. But she has been pushing that line a bit much, until she finally crossed it. She is a bit... more... mellow... currently.
To tinker a bit more, then at about 2:00-2:30 I will work on creating a template, tinker some more, and finally I will try to be out by 4:00-4:30 for my run to town. Yeah, sleep patterns won't be changing quickly. Probably not until I install the ac. While I am sleeping better, I am still running a little too warm most of the time to settle in any earlier for sleep. At least I am getting some serious sleep. That was needed, is delicious. Later.
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While I am still stuck not doing much, I am at least enjoying it again. Another long sleep session today. When I finally do wake up, the world is already cooling again. The curtains are a Godsend. And, so far without research, I do believe I am going to push to create a template for the ac platform tonight. I will simply figure out how to cut it when I get to that point. Being that I wish to be a decent neighbor I will not be outside running my circular saw after midnight. The thing is, if the cuts needed are too deep, I may need to go to something thicker than a 2x4. I'll see shortly.
As for cutting, if all else fails, I may see about plating my sawhorses, somehow, with a smaller sheet of plywood, very securely, then simply clamping whatever wood I will be using to that. The sawhorses aren't wood, so I can't simply nail the work pieces temporarily. Or, yes, I would do that. I will have to review my devices and see if there isn't a way to make it work. I actually have no problem being creative in finding solutions. I merely use the fear of such to cover my actual inability to even begin getting about something. Misdirection. I even use it on myself, in order that I don't have to stare at the sad fact that sometimes I can't even do more than sit. Just so you know that I know. And I do know you know. Now we know we know, you know? Heh.
I may need to make a run to town tonight. Milk is low. I could always make some of that powdered stuff, too. It isn't all that bad, really. It just... well... it simply isn't milk. It will do in a pinch, and well. But who wants to live in a pinch? So, to town. Hmm, goat cheese sounds good too. I wish I could find some real fetta. Oh, I know, the stuff people buy in the stores is supposed to be good enough. Most other store bought cheeses honestly are as good as the 'better stuff'. Not so with fetta. Never mind, just... trust me.
Sassy is back to normal. Though I think she has really backed off the begging/demanding. And that is good. I am more than fair with the girls, they eat often, well, and I throw in treats. They have no reason to be that ornery. Sam is usually pretty mellow. And, usually, when she begs... it is fair. Sassy? She has pretty much been a pest. She will beg within two hours of being fed, even becoming demanding. When I put her on ignore, that usually works. Sometimes I have to chase her off, and that is usually it. But she has been pushing that line a bit much, until she finally crossed it. She is a bit... more... mellow... currently.
To tinker a bit more, then at about 2:00-2:30 I will work on creating a template, tinker some more, and finally I will try to be out by 4:00-4:30 for my run to town. Yeah, sleep patterns won't be changing quickly. Probably not until I install the ac. While I am sleeping better, I am still running a little too warm most of the time to settle in any earlier for sleep. At least I am getting some serious sleep. That was needed, is delicious. Later.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Very nice indeed.
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The drapes in my bedroom made even a larger differences than what I has hoping, setting aside my doubts. After seeing what they did for the living room and computer room, I had hopes about the bedroom. But each area is quite different, and sleep is just a strange animal for me no matter what else is factored in. As before, the darkness they bring allows easier sleep and the cool they brought was truly significant, but what I had not factored was noise reduction, or the significance of all or even any of those regarding sleep.
Going to bed at my usual time, around 6:00, I was able to sleep until 16:00! Oh, and I needed that sleep. I will probably oversleep a bit until I find myself back in some kind of sleep balance. I have been sleeping for under six, often under four hours per sleep cycle. Yeah, that didn't help any of the rest of it. Further, not waking to burnt air was quite good. While it does get a bit warm and slightly stuffy, it really wasn't bad. It wasn't as bad as evenings used to be, before any drapes! I am hoping, even just with the drapes in place, to possibly begin getting to bed earlier. With the house cooler, that may be possible. My core temps have to hit some specific temp (but not go below another) for me to sleep. I ought to try to figure that out but my guess is... that is variable, depending on everything from the amount of sunlight to foods I am eating to... who knows what all. Crazy thing, this drape tech. And way too funny.
My hope, after getting sleep back in order, is to begin reconfiguring my days and nights. With medicines set back up, sleep getting tended, and cool back in play, the hope is recovery will be rather quick. And, just maybe, during that time, I can actually get the ac in, begin work on the water heater, and start cleaning the place. With all the givens life had become unmanageable. Hopes mean nothing when you are in a blast furnace. I still need to get that ac in, that will be like nitrous. It should give me the boost to handle the day, or really the heat.
Sassy and I had a little spat tonight. I'm not sure what was up with her. She has been being fed plush lately, to be sure. And she has been being fed regularly. She was fed well nearly three hours before our spat, and I believe her problem was simply that she wanted more food NOW! She jumped up on my tray, knocking over pills and bursting the pill container I had just painstakingly set up, knocking off a dozen other things, including my phone. Because she was hungry? Oh, yes, we... had it out. She lost, if I didn't come out completely happy about it all. Sorry, yes. Both of us if for very different reasons. Ah well, she will get over it or not and she will learn or not, if I hope I learned just a bit. Brat...
Tonight I will be researching how to use what I have to take a template and score wood in such a way that I might get the program under way to build a structure to hold the ac. It is vital. I am a fool for not having done it before, if too I was doing much better last summer. I still wonder if doctors, if they think you are doing too well... change your medicine. Yeah, paranoia perhaps. But... they say medicine won't change it's affect and yet it always does with me. It is like they want to keep me just a bit down, or more. They don't want me well. Beware the fully awake dragon? Doesn't make sense, unless there is a deep tinfoil hat thing going on though. I only play that game, I don't... take tinfoil hattery too seriously. Mostly.
Well, on to a few things. Hmm, food sounds good. My cats eat four to five times a day, and are STILL brats about it, while I eat once! Bah! Later or good night.
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The drapes in my bedroom made even a larger differences than what I has hoping, setting aside my doubts. After seeing what they did for the living room and computer room, I had hopes about the bedroom. But each area is quite different, and sleep is just a strange animal for me no matter what else is factored in. As before, the darkness they bring allows easier sleep and the cool they brought was truly significant, but what I had not factored was noise reduction, or the significance of all or even any of those regarding sleep.
Going to bed at my usual time, around 6:00, I was able to sleep until 16:00! Oh, and I needed that sleep. I will probably oversleep a bit until I find myself back in some kind of sleep balance. I have been sleeping for under six, often under four hours per sleep cycle. Yeah, that didn't help any of the rest of it. Further, not waking to burnt air was quite good. While it does get a bit warm and slightly stuffy, it really wasn't bad. It wasn't as bad as evenings used to be, before any drapes! I am hoping, even just with the drapes in place, to possibly begin getting to bed earlier. With the house cooler, that may be possible. My core temps have to hit some specific temp (but not go below another) for me to sleep. I ought to try to figure that out but my guess is... that is variable, depending on everything from the amount of sunlight to foods I am eating to... who knows what all. Crazy thing, this drape tech. And way too funny.
My hope, after getting sleep back in order, is to begin reconfiguring my days and nights. With medicines set back up, sleep getting tended, and cool back in play, the hope is recovery will be rather quick. And, just maybe, during that time, I can actually get the ac in, begin work on the water heater, and start cleaning the place. With all the givens life had become unmanageable. Hopes mean nothing when you are in a blast furnace. I still need to get that ac in, that will be like nitrous. It should give me the boost to handle the day, or really the heat.
Sassy and I had a little spat tonight. I'm not sure what was up with her. She has been being fed plush lately, to be sure. And she has been being fed regularly. She was fed well nearly three hours before our spat, and I believe her problem was simply that she wanted more food NOW! She jumped up on my tray, knocking over pills and bursting the pill container I had just painstakingly set up, knocking off a dozen other things, including my phone. Because she was hungry? Oh, yes, we... had it out. She lost, if I didn't come out completely happy about it all. Sorry, yes. Both of us if for very different reasons. Ah well, she will get over it or not and she will learn or not, if I hope I learned just a bit. Brat...
Tonight I will be researching how to use what I have to take a template and score wood in such a way that I might get the program under way to build a structure to hold the ac. It is vital. I am a fool for not having done it before, if too I was doing much better last summer. I still wonder if doctors, if they think you are doing too well... change your medicine. Yeah, paranoia perhaps. But... they say medicine won't change it's affect and yet it always does with me. It is like they want to keep me just a bit down, or more. They don't want me well. Beware the fully awake dragon? Doesn't make sense, unless there is a deep tinfoil hat thing going on though. I only play that game, I don't... take tinfoil hattery too seriously. Mostly.
Well, on to a few things. Hmm, food sounds good. My cats eat four to five times a day, and are STILL brats about it, while I eat once! Bah! Later or good night.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
It is going forward.
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While it was my plan to get the curtains washed and dried and the rods up, I wasn't sure that was going to happen. Let us call the notion a shot at the moon. I'm still just not right. And yet it is almost done. The rods went up, the drapes were washed then put in the dryer on 'nearly dry' just in case, now finishing. My tools have even been sorted and put up. Now, when installing the rods, the top screw where I placed the rod holders hit nothing but air. The bottom one hit something, but... not wood. I have no idea what is in there, could it be cement that came with the window, from it's previous location? I simply don't know. With only one screw holding and with heavy drapes, I decided to use 'gorilla' screws on that bottom hole. They are supposed to be good for 50 pounds each. That should do. Nothing ever quite works exactly right, but with a little thought, it can work out somehow.
I reset my medicine. I received medicine from my doc, but it did not include my water pill or main bp medicine! I'll... have to call... next time I'm awake enough during the daytime. I have enough of each to get me through at least two weeks, but after that it gets questionable. I'll... call... soon. Again, nothing works as it is supposed to work. Ever?
I have no idea what day of the week, or month, it is. Something about shortly after... then. I'll look before I go to bed. But then again, I keep checking. It simply doesn't stick in my mind. I have no way of... figuring. Like a man lost at see, trying to maintain a heading or even merely discerning directions become impossible tasks. I am lost in the sea of the mind, perhaps even one could say the inane. Without a need to work, without purpose, there is just... me.
I once thought I was rōnin. I have since learned I am no such thing. While, true, I no longer have a master such as dogs usually require, I realize I never really did have a master as I had thought. Oh, I have always had a master. It is just that at one time I confused my instructors, seniors, and handlers as being masters. They are not and only a few of them could have truly filled that role. No, my master is what it always was. Principles, truth, things that all belong to God. Odd how... when one is blind one sees so clearly. But it is good to finally realize who my Master was and always will be, in the big and small terms and ways. It is also good not to be required to do what a rōnin must... if actually I did do that thrice.
I'm going to goof a bit, while the curtains dry. When those are done they will be hung with much fanfare. I didn't create a template for cutting wood. But then, as I was thinking about it, I am not exactly sure how to do that. I do have sawhorses. I do have clamps. But I am not sure those will work in conjunction for this effort at all. I will contemplate this on the tree of woe (or internet) this evening. I think I read somewhere that nothing ever works out just as one would suppose, or some such phrase. Bah!
Good night. Uhrm, morning, too.
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While it was my plan to get the curtains washed and dried and the rods up, I wasn't sure that was going to happen. Let us call the notion a shot at the moon. I'm still just not right. And yet it is almost done. The rods went up, the drapes were washed then put in the dryer on 'nearly dry' just in case, now finishing. My tools have even been sorted and put up. Now, when installing the rods, the top screw where I placed the rod holders hit nothing but air. The bottom one hit something, but... not wood. I have no idea what is in there, could it be cement that came with the window, from it's previous location? I simply don't know. With only one screw holding and with heavy drapes, I decided to use 'gorilla' screws on that bottom hole. They are supposed to be good for 50 pounds each. That should do. Nothing ever quite works exactly right, but with a little thought, it can work out somehow.
I reset my medicine. I received medicine from my doc, but it did not include my water pill or main bp medicine! I'll... have to call... next time I'm awake enough during the daytime. I have enough of each to get me through at least two weeks, but after that it gets questionable. I'll... call... soon. Again, nothing works as it is supposed to work. Ever?
I have no idea what day of the week, or month, it is. Something about shortly after... then. I'll look before I go to bed. But then again, I keep checking. It simply doesn't stick in my mind. I have no way of... figuring. Like a man lost at see, trying to maintain a heading or even merely discerning directions become impossible tasks. I am lost in the sea of the mind, perhaps even one could say the inane. Without a need to work, without purpose, there is just... me.
I once thought I was rōnin. I have since learned I am no such thing. While, true, I no longer have a master such as dogs usually require, I realize I never really did have a master as I had thought. Oh, I have always had a master. It is just that at one time I confused my instructors, seniors, and handlers as being masters. They are not and only a few of them could have truly filled that role. No, my master is what it always was. Principles, truth, things that all belong to God. Odd how... when one is blind one sees so clearly. But it is good to finally realize who my Master was and always will be, in the big and small terms and ways. It is also good not to be required to do what a rōnin must... if actually I did do that thrice.
I'm going to goof a bit, while the curtains dry. When those are done they will be hung with much fanfare. I didn't create a template for cutting wood. But then, as I was thinking about it, I am not exactly sure how to do that. I do have sawhorses. I do have clamps. But I am not sure those will work in conjunction for this effort at all. I will contemplate this on the tree of woe (or internet) this evening. I think I read somewhere that nothing ever works out just as one would suppose, or some such phrase. Bah!
Good night. Uhrm, morning, too.
Where have you been in the states?
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Anarchangel had something up about where he had been. That was international though, and for me, none of my business, or yours. Plus I don't actually "know". But they had something about the States. That I know, mostly.
visited 33 states (66%)
Create your own visited map of The United States or Free ipad travel guide
I can't say I've "visited" all those states, but then again I have lived in at least a quarter of them. So I call it even. Some states *cough* Ohio and Nebraska *cough* were merely transition states, though I may have stayed in Omaha overnight a few times... Can't remember for sure. Most of the rest I have been in for some reason and time or other. Yeah, for a dead guy I do get around. Heh.
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Anarchangel had something up about where he had been. That was international though, and for me, none of my business, or yours. Plus I don't actually "know". But they had something about the States. That I know, mostly.
visited 33 states (66%)
Create your own visited map of The United States or Free ipad travel guide
I can't say I've "visited" all those states, but then again I have lived in at least a quarter of them. So I call it even. Some states *cough* Ohio and Nebraska *cough* were merely transition states, though I may have stayed in Omaha overnight a few times... Can't remember for sure. Most of the rest I have been in for some reason and time or other. Yeah, for a dead guy I do get around. Heh.
Some cool.
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The weather has shifted. Thunderstorms, or at least rain storms, have been passing through, cooling the place just a bit. And I needed that. I haven't been doing much. I purchased a couple of new games and I have been hitting those hard. Other than that I have almost exactly literally been doing nothing. Unable, truly. Perhaps tonight that ends.
The game, one that never hit my radar before, is called Rage. It's no where near as... difficult or harsh as it sounds. Mostly it's a typical first person shooter, of the older vein. There isn't that much tricky, glitzy, or such in it. It is an older game. But it is one of the best PS3 games I have played. And more, it is a multiple of games. Beside the obvious and main element of first person shooting main quests, they through in a bunch of side quests. Some of those require sniping (and a bit of trickery). They also added in racing. I HATE RACING GAMES. Or... I thought I did. I was enjoying the game so much I decided to push on through on those. Not bad, not bad at all. Especially for someone who traditionally abhorred racing. Add in some mini-games, a whole lot of shooting, a way to cheat that is easy and simple, and all is good.
I played the game, first time through, on nightmare (the hardest) mode. A site recommended that. While it is the opposite of my usual m.o., I actually might start doing it that way from now on. Now, I did no previews, didn't look anything up, so I didn't find the cheat until my second run of the game. Actually, I didn't look anything up. I simply ran the game as it was supposed to be run. Yeah, it... took a bit longer. But what a kick in the pants. After that run through, I worked up another run, to get more/most of the trophies for the game. I have two left (actually three, but those two along with others I have, will give me a third trophy). Mini-game trophies. One of them I don't think I will like, the other is simply unnerving! I personalize in this mini-game wayyyy too much.
But tonight, after a bit of goofing to wake up and a meal a bit earlier, I will be putting up the last of the drapes, meaning a bit of work. The drapes have been in the dryer for a bit, so I am simply going to rewash them and run them through again. Further, I am going to create a template for cutting out a window platform for the air conditioner. If I can get that cut out on two boards I can then begin figuring out how to support the platform so as to keep the unit in the window, mostly, without ruining the window. Yeah, well, I best get to it.
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The weather has shifted. Thunderstorms, or at least rain storms, have been passing through, cooling the place just a bit. And I needed that. I haven't been doing much. I purchased a couple of new games and I have been hitting those hard. Other than that I have almost exactly literally been doing nothing. Unable, truly. Perhaps tonight that ends.
The game, one that never hit my radar before, is called Rage. It's no where near as... difficult or harsh as it sounds. Mostly it's a typical first person shooter, of the older vein. There isn't that much tricky, glitzy, or such in it. It is an older game. But it is one of the best PS3 games I have played. And more, it is a multiple of games. Beside the obvious and main element of first person shooting main quests, they through in a bunch of side quests. Some of those require sniping (and a bit of trickery). They also added in racing. I HATE RACING GAMES. Or... I thought I did. I was enjoying the game so much I decided to push on through on those. Not bad, not bad at all. Especially for someone who traditionally abhorred racing. Add in some mini-games, a whole lot of shooting, a way to cheat that is easy and simple, and all is good.
I played the game, first time through, on nightmare (the hardest) mode. A site recommended that. While it is the opposite of my usual m.o., I actually might start doing it that way from now on. Now, I did no previews, didn't look anything up, so I didn't find the cheat until my second run of the game. Actually, I didn't look anything up. I simply ran the game as it was supposed to be run. Yeah, it... took a bit longer. But what a kick in the pants. After that run through, I worked up another run, to get more/most of the trophies for the game. I have two left (actually three, but those two along with others I have, will give me a third trophy). Mini-game trophies. One of them I don't think I will like, the other is simply unnerving! I personalize in this mini-game wayyyy too much.
But tonight, after a bit of goofing to wake up and a meal a bit earlier, I will be putting up the last of the drapes, meaning a bit of work. The drapes have been in the dryer for a bit, so I am simply going to rewash them and run them through again. Further, I am going to create a template for cutting out a window platform for the air conditioner. If I can get that cut out on two boards I can then begin figuring out how to support the platform so as to keep the unit in the window, mostly, without ruining the window. Yeah, well, I best get to it.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
I just don't know.
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It's not like I don't know what I should, or am supposed, to do. It's not like I don't want to do it. It is simply that I truly can't do it. Not right now. I'm all tripped up. Further, my mother is coming soon, I have a friend who wants to visit, and I still have an air conditioner to put in and drapes to put up, a home to clean at least to human standards, an hot water heater to buy and install, and a credit issue with the hospital to negotiate. But I can't seem to... do anything. It's not even like this all snuck up on me. I can't even take my medicines regularly.
I actually wish this was merely because I was lazy, a drunk, or something. Those things can be fixed. I am not sure if what is wrong with me can be fixed. Is it the heart? Is it the lifestyle I have learned in order to survive? My body does it's own thing, relegating me (my will, my intellectual self) to the proverbial children's table. What I want comes behind... survival instinct? Something. So, why won't it let me put the ac in? Hmm? Bastage. Heh.
What gets done is what will get done. As I have mentioned, I have learned to relax and not push, even while I continue to try, plan, aim, and work. It seems like an impossible mission. I think... nuanced... would be a better term for it than impossible or even improbable. Much like war, actually, if you get really good at it. At times your body will be in full rage but your mind and actions within the allotted permittance, are completely yours and professional. It is an odd thing. Animal and... not animal... working in conjunction in a way that I am not even sure was ever intended. It is, in a word, mastery... of self. I had once thought this part of me had broken, but now I see it is merely a physical issue. In one sense, it doesn't matter. Broken is broken. On the other hand, it allows me to... attempt to regain what aspects of that are still available. Oh, these are both fleshly things, not of the spirit, soul. But... there may be some connection. A moral killer? Something.
Well, it's bed time. I've been up too long. I let the cats sleep with me last night and Sam, finding herself unable to wake me (after a mere six hours of sleep, so it wasn't like she could have been starving since I fed her all day before and right before bedtime). She retched right near me, on my bed! If this had been an accident, or just something that happens, I wouldn't have minded (as much). But this was purposeful. So, she is exiled to the out of doors until I wake up later today. Any time she does that, on purpose, to pout or wake me, or such, willfully, she will be exiled. I bet that breaks the habit before it starts. Angry.
Good night, and morning.
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It's not like I don't know what I should, or am supposed, to do. It's not like I don't want to do it. It is simply that I truly can't do it. Not right now. I'm all tripped up. Further, my mother is coming soon, I have a friend who wants to visit, and I still have an air conditioner to put in and drapes to put up, a home to clean at least to human standards, an hot water heater to buy and install, and a credit issue with the hospital to negotiate. But I can't seem to... do anything. It's not even like this all snuck up on me. I can't even take my medicines regularly.
I actually wish this was merely because I was lazy, a drunk, or something. Those things can be fixed. I am not sure if what is wrong with me can be fixed. Is it the heart? Is it the lifestyle I have learned in order to survive? My body does it's own thing, relegating me (my will, my intellectual self) to the proverbial children's table. What I want comes behind... survival instinct? Something. So, why won't it let me put the ac in? Hmm? Bastage. Heh.
What gets done is what will get done. As I have mentioned, I have learned to relax and not push, even while I continue to try, plan, aim, and work. It seems like an impossible mission. I think... nuanced... would be a better term for it than impossible or even improbable. Much like war, actually, if you get really good at it. At times your body will be in full rage but your mind and actions within the allotted permittance, are completely yours and professional. It is an odd thing. Animal and... not animal... working in conjunction in a way that I am not even sure was ever intended. It is, in a word, mastery... of self. I had once thought this part of me had broken, but now I see it is merely a physical issue. In one sense, it doesn't matter. Broken is broken. On the other hand, it allows me to... attempt to regain what aspects of that are still available. Oh, these are both fleshly things, not of the spirit, soul. But... there may be some connection. A moral killer? Something.
Well, it's bed time. I've been up too long. I let the cats sleep with me last night and Sam, finding herself unable to wake me (after a mere six hours of sleep, so it wasn't like she could have been starving since I fed her all day before and right before bedtime). She retched right near me, on my bed! If this had been an accident, or just something that happens, I wouldn't have minded (as much). But this was purposeful. So, she is exiled to the out of doors until I wake up later today. Any time she does that, on purpose, to pout or wake me, or such, willfully, she will be exiled. I bet that breaks the habit before it starts. Angry.
Good night, and morning.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Odd.
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It is 6:00, the weather is cool outside, I have fans going... and I am cooking alive. It isn't just the weather that has been the problem. My body is... doing something wrong. Now, in the winter, when it does this, life is great! I really can survive, live, even thrive right in the coldest of climbs. But in the summer not so good. I seem to have several... episodes or something, each day, where I heat up. I checked blood sugar. While it rose to 120 after a pretty hardy meal, that is normal. Otherwise it has been between 102 and 111. Something is just not set right in my carburetor. The choke might be a bit off, perhaps it's the timing, something.
Some days I can get down to getting even chilly, cold, by this time. Not today. Never mind. I'll try to sleep and see where that gets me.
I need a couple days of cool in order to get some of those things done, so that maybe I can get on to other things. You can see where a fail cascades? Still, I think I am on the right track. I also wonder how much, when I am operating in furnace mode, that I heat up my little home? My guess? Hugely. Almost as much as a literal furnace. Ah well, a little sleep. Perhaps this evening I can finish those curtain rods and perhaps create a template then saw some 2x4s for window support in order to install the ac. That is the plan.
Still feeling pretty rough. Medicine is difficult to remember to take currently, but I keep trying. Headaches and nausea, from the heat and intermittent medication is my guess, plague my steps. I've had worse, but usually it's better. Blah. I'm... working on things. At least I have the items I need to begin doing what might help. It's just a matter of getting those into play.
Good day, good night.
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It is 6:00, the weather is cool outside, I have fans going... and I am cooking alive. It isn't just the weather that has been the problem. My body is... doing something wrong. Now, in the winter, when it does this, life is great! I really can survive, live, even thrive right in the coldest of climbs. But in the summer not so good. I seem to have several... episodes or something, each day, where I heat up. I checked blood sugar. While it rose to 120 after a pretty hardy meal, that is normal. Otherwise it has been between 102 and 111. Something is just not set right in my carburetor. The choke might be a bit off, perhaps it's the timing, something.
Some days I can get down to getting even chilly, cold, by this time. Not today. Never mind. I'll try to sleep and see where that gets me.
I need a couple days of cool in order to get some of those things done, so that maybe I can get on to other things. You can see where a fail cascades? Still, I think I am on the right track. I also wonder how much, when I am operating in furnace mode, that I heat up my little home? My guess? Hugely. Almost as much as a literal furnace. Ah well, a little sleep. Perhaps this evening I can finish those curtain rods and perhaps create a template then saw some 2x4s for window support in order to install the ac. That is the plan.
Still feeling pretty rough. Medicine is difficult to remember to take currently, but I keep trying. Headaches and nausea, from the heat and intermittent medication is my guess, plague my steps. I've had worse, but usually it's better. Blah. I'm... working on things. At least I have the items I need to begin doing what might help. It's just a matter of getting those into play.
Good day, good night.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Diabetes gone in six months or less?
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At my last appointment my A1C was... right at 12.5. Okay, yeah, that's not good. I do believe the culprit was Gatorade. I have, of course, quit that. I just received (though it was sent weeks ago I suspect) a blood sugar tester. I tested my blood sugar, non-fasting, last night, first thing. It was 102. Oh, and I do eat sugar, I have soda occasionally (or more), I even eat white bread and pasta as that is often what is delivered in my meals! Go figure. Then again, I am getting more vegetables, and home grown ones quite often. While, as well, for my part, I continue to cook pure meats for myself. Salami and cheese continue, as does milk. Coffee and Splenda are a regular daily thing now. I purchased both Splenda and Stevia (or Truvia), and will be trying Stevia(?) after I finish off the Splenda. Since D.C. suggested that Splenda is as bad as sugar, for diabetics, I will be putting that to the test, personally. Ah, but don't worry, just because something is true for many, perhaps even supposedly for all, it doesn't mean it will be true for me. Stevia usually has a licorice aftertaste for me. And it doesn't seem all that sweet. Yeah, odd. I have heard others say Stevia has a licorice flavor, but not that it doesn't seem sweet. Then again, sugar doesn't taste all that sweet to me, either, nor Splenda. They just add a touch.
I was supposed to go to the V.A. today. I am going to call, shortly, and reschedule. I simply cannot make it. The heat has just been brutal. On top of that, I have been missing my medicines. Not every day, just a little too often. I can't keep on top of things until I get some cool. I was sick last evening, and was forced even to turn away guests. I simply wasn't up to much of anything. A migraine, slight nausea, the works really. I am hoping after yesterday, then today, of staying in and cooling as much as possible, that I will be able to install the ac tomorrow, or even later this evening. On the good side, at this time in the morning I am not just cool enough, I am actually cool. I really needed that. Same with yesterday.
Well, I best make a call then get to bed. Have a good one.
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At my last appointment my A1C was... right at 12.5. Okay, yeah, that's not good. I do believe the culprit was Gatorade. I have, of course, quit that. I just received (though it was sent weeks ago I suspect) a blood sugar tester. I tested my blood sugar, non-fasting, last night, first thing. It was 102. Oh, and I do eat sugar, I have soda occasionally (or more), I even eat white bread and pasta as that is often what is delivered in my meals! Go figure. Then again, I am getting more vegetables, and home grown ones quite often. While, as well, for my part, I continue to cook pure meats for myself. Salami and cheese continue, as does milk. Coffee and Splenda are a regular daily thing now. I purchased both Splenda and Stevia (or Truvia), and will be trying Stevia(?) after I finish off the Splenda. Since D.C. suggested that Splenda is as bad as sugar, for diabetics, I will be putting that to the test, personally. Ah, but don't worry, just because something is true for many, perhaps even supposedly for all, it doesn't mean it will be true for me. Stevia usually has a licorice aftertaste for me. And it doesn't seem all that sweet. Yeah, odd. I have heard others say Stevia has a licorice flavor, but not that it doesn't seem sweet. Then again, sugar doesn't taste all that sweet to me, either, nor Splenda. They just add a touch.
I was supposed to go to the V.A. today. I am going to call, shortly, and reschedule. I simply cannot make it. The heat has just been brutal. On top of that, I have been missing my medicines. Not every day, just a little too often. I can't keep on top of things until I get some cool. I was sick last evening, and was forced even to turn away guests. I simply wasn't up to much of anything. A migraine, slight nausea, the works really. I am hoping after yesterday, then today, of staying in and cooling as much as possible, that I will be able to install the ac tomorrow, or even later this evening. On the good side, at this time in the morning I am not just cool enough, I am actually cool. I really needed that. Same with yesterday.
Well, I best make a call then get to bed. Have a good one.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Rough one.
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I wasn't able to cool down last night at all, not enough to sleep. Here it is noon, and it is beginning to cook again! The air conditioner showed up and is sitting in my living room... cooling off itself?... now. Today or tomorrow it will go in that window, one way or another. I was able to carry it with one hand, in packing, so I shouldn't have too much trouble putting it in the window. It is supposed to weight around 81 pounds, sans packing. Still, that just isn't too much for me to easily maneuver. If I had to put that weight up somewhere, overhead, on my tip-toes, that would be a different story.
That ac isn't just wanted, it is needed. I have lost my ability to tolerate dry heat! Well, that was bound to happen. While it is much preferred versus high humidity combined with the same heat, it just isn't possible for me to ignore at this point. No, the heat won't kill me. It will just slow me down. I'm already slower than turtles, slugs, and professional procrastinators, if I am so under protest. I didn't even finish the curtain rods or curtains. Then again, two days in the heat in a row, a number of stops in town, plus the heat by itself, and I am simply done for a day or two. Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.
Yeah, have a good day. I'll try to rest and be ready to hit some of this tonight. It might just be one rod and finishing the drying, but I will do more tonight. The ac will go in when the drapes are up and when I feel ready and able to work again. I suspect I will need to cut a couple of 2x4s to act as a platform in the window, then figure out how to brace those. I WILL get it done as fast as I can though. A night of cool sleep, or a week, or the rest of the summer, is needed. Later.
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I wasn't able to cool down last night at all, not enough to sleep. Here it is noon, and it is beginning to cook again! The air conditioner showed up and is sitting in my living room... cooling off itself?... now. Today or tomorrow it will go in that window, one way or another. I was able to carry it with one hand, in packing, so I shouldn't have too much trouble putting it in the window. It is supposed to weight around 81 pounds, sans packing. Still, that just isn't too much for me to easily maneuver. If I had to put that weight up somewhere, overhead, on my tip-toes, that would be a different story.
That ac isn't just wanted, it is needed. I have lost my ability to tolerate dry heat! Well, that was bound to happen. While it is much preferred versus high humidity combined with the same heat, it just isn't possible for me to ignore at this point. No, the heat won't kill me. It will just slow me down. I'm already slower than turtles, slugs, and professional procrastinators, if I am so under protest. I didn't even finish the curtain rods or curtains. Then again, two days in the heat in a row, a number of stops in town, plus the heat by itself, and I am simply done for a day or two. Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.
Yeah, have a good day. I'll try to rest and be ready to hit some of this tonight. It might just be one rod and finishing the drying, but I will do more tonight. The ac will go in when the drapes are up and when I feel ready and able to work again. I suspect I will need to cut a couple of 2x4s to act as a platform in the window, then figure out how to brace those. I WILL get it done as fast as I can though. A night of cool sleep, or a week, or the rest of the summer, is needed. Later.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Oh, ouch!
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Alright, I made it to town, took my friend to the doctor's as he needed, picked up curtain rods and coffee and his sand paper, at three different places, did a final bit of grocery shopping and remembered the cabbage, etc. I use the ac when we are in the vehicle, but on my way home I turn it off so that my home will feel cooler than ambient, which it generally does. I unpacked everything, then thought about putting up the curtain rods. Since I was still cool. Between moving the bed, getting the drill and bits ready, measuring, and such I began to heat up. It became critical about a third the way through that operation. I finished installing that rod, replacing the bed and other furniture, then stopped. Stripping to nearly my skivvies, I am done until I cool down or even until tomorrow. I have serious limits.
Still, not a bad pair of days. I got out twice, in spite of the heat. I am washing the new drapes. I have one new rod up and the gear in place to do the rest of it either later after I cool or tomorrow. And it is such a task that... it is neither too complicated or daunting to attend. It will be done. Further, everything should be in place to get the air conditioner installed when it arrives, or the day after. Life is going to be just a tad better.
Oh but I did miss KoC tonight. Now, I have some issues that need to be discussed with leadership. I don't mind inclusion, I do frown on exclusion. That's all I'll say for now. Of course, someone tried to call me tonight about the meeting but I didn't get the call. My guess is the guy who is doing what I was going to be doing will not be able to do it so they wanted me to do it. Yes, I guess well. But I had promised to get my friend to the doc and the time just wasn't there to do both, in any case. I've been to the last three meetings, I think. So, I just... don't feel bad about scheduling something over it without thinking. And, I don't mind filling in, that is my whole goal with KoC from now on, it's just that I couldn't do it tonight. Too many funnies and ironies in there for me to go into in detail, just... Life is screwy, then you just gotta laugh... and maybe get stitches while you are laughing so hard it hurts, in more ways then one. Pardon the extrapolation.
Now to try to just sit and get cool. Gaming allows me to use almost no muscle mass while still feeling like I am doing something. It isn't much, it is what I have. Hmm, for dinner tonight, homemade pizza, fresh cherries, and homemade spinach artichoke dip? Oh, fuggettaboutit! Life is good. As the Italians say (right before dinner, in English), chow. :p
Another day out.
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Oh, I did get out, yesterday, finally. I had to get that watch and my friend wanted let out! Yammer, hammer, spammer. My ears were bleeding from all the need, plus I needed a few things. I didn't do much, I didn't go far, I didn't get it all. So, today, I am getting out again. The problem with yesterday was that I heated up then could not cool down. That is exactly what I thought would happen. I didn't get to sleep until well after 6:00. Core temps just wouldn't settle low enough quickly enough. My guess is today will be the same. Still, getting my outings over for the week, getting out at all actually, is a good thing. Oh, remind me to take a couple of gas cans?
My curtains arrived. Good thing I am going to town, I need curtain rods. I had totally spaced that part. While I have coverings on my bedroom windows, those coverings are different, and will be staying. I actually like the idea of having both drapes and the wooden slat blinds in the bedroom. It just gives me options. These, like the others, will need to be washed first, which won't happen until I return. A bit more shopping, too. Cabbage, coffee, another gallon of milk, a bit more salami and cheese, little bits of this and that, and gasoline. I need meats of course, but it would be nice to have a few good protein foods that are easily accessible. I am reluctant to go for frozen shrimp, for example, as the taste is so subpar if you have ever cooked your own from fresh. But the price and ease... might make it irresistible. It is, pretty much, unprocessed, and a great protein. Heated slightly, or even fried, with butter on the side or right in there, and... fats and proteins. A food heaven.
Oh, about losing those extra pounds? If you try, really really hard? You have a two in a thousand chance to lose significant weight. Further, even losing and keeping off 15 extra pounds will be more of an obsession than what it could possibly be worth. Extra work out time? It won't help. Watching what you eat like bankers watch their money? It simply doesn't matter. Now, I am not suggesting people just give up, quit trying to at least maintain, I am only suggesting that people get used to the skin they are in. The real world isn't Hollywood, the Amish sort of prove it.
Heck, did you see any heavy people in the movies Hollywood has created dealing with or even directly about the Amish? I haven't. But I lived near Amish communities, knew (as well as English can), some Amish and Mennonite (who happened to be former Amish too). Yeah, not so thin. But I... never thought about it. And, being thin? Is it really worth being obsessive? Really? REALLY? Healthy? Sure, but while the Amish proved not to be thin, they also suffered far fewer heart problems (mine, by the way, isn't related to poor diet, and my diabetes is just as likely related to the heart issue as not, or more) and diabetes. But they do eat right and they do exercise. And more, actually being thin is more unhealthy than even being obese, complicates any recovery from wound disease or surgery by itself, and puts one at constant risk in many situations. Choose your poison carefully for you will never be what you aren't? Something.
Okay, an hour more to... no, I don't really have the time. I best hop into the shower, get going, and get back. I feel like those lizards that skim the desert sands in hope that their feet not land too long on hot spots when I go out on summer days. *zip zip ZAP* Don't stand still fortoo long any time at all, or 'zap'. Perhaps, with drapes up, and the ac in when it arrives, life will be easier that way. Just a place to literally chill when needed. The deepfreeze for doom? I wish. A cool spot will have to do.
Get to it!
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Oh, I did get out, yesterday, finally. I had to get that watch and my friend wanted let out! Yammer, hammer, spammer. My ears were bleeding from all the need, plus I needed a few things. I didn't do much, I didn't go far, I didn't get it all. So, today, I am getting out again. The problem with yesterday was that I heated up then could not cool down. That is exactly what I thought would happen. I didn't get to sleep until well after 6:00. Core temps just wouldn't settle low enough quickly enough. My guess is today will be the same. Still, getting my outings over for the week, getting out at all actually, is a good thing. Oh, remind me to take a couple of gas cans?
My curtains arrived. Good thing I am going to town, I need curtain rods. I had totally spaced that part. While I have coverings on my bedroom windows, those coverings are different, and will be staying. I actually like the idea of having both drapes and the wooden slat blinds in the bedroom. It just gives me options. These, like the others, will need to be washed first, which won't happen until I return. A bit more shopping, too. Cabbage, coffee, another gallon of milk, a bit more salami and cheese, little bits of this and that, and gasoline. I need meats of course, but it would be nice to have a few good protein foods that are easily accessible. I am reluctant to go for frozen shrimp, for example, as the taste is so subpar if you have ever cooked your own from fresh. But the price and ease... might make it irresistible. It is, pretty much, unprocessed, and a great protein. Heated slightly, or even fried, with butter on the side or right in there, and... fats and proteins. A food heaven.
Oh, about losing those extra pounds? If you try, really really hard? You have a two in a thousand chance to lose significant weight. Further, even losing and keeping off 15 extra pounds will be more of an obsession than what it could possibly be worth. Extra work out time? It won't help. Watching what you eat like bankers watch their money? It simply doesn't matter. Now, I am not suggesting people just give up, quit trying to at least maintain, I am only suggesting that people get used to the skin they are in. The real world isn't Hollywood, the Amish sort of prove it.
Heck, did you see any heavy people in the movies Hollywood has created dealing with or even directly about the Amish? I haven't. But I lived near Amish communities, knew (as well as English can), some Amish and Mennonite (who happened to be former Amish too). Yeah, not so thin. But I... never thought about it. And, being thin? Is it really worth being obsessive? Really? REALLY? Healthy? Sure, but while the Amish proved not to be thin, they also suffered far fewer heart problems (mine, by the way, isn't related to poor diet, and my diabetes is just as likely related to the heart issue as not, or more) and diabetes. But they do eat right and they do exercise. And more, actually being thin is more unhealthy than even being obese, complicates any recovery from wound disease or surgery by itself, and puts one at constant risk in many situations. Choose your poison carefully for you will never be what you aren't? Something.
Okay, an hour more to... no, I don't really have the time. I best hop into the shower, get going, and get back. I feel like those lizards that skim the desert sands in hope that their feet not land too long on hot spots when I go out on summer days. *zip zip ZAP* Don't stand still for
Get to it!
Monday, July 9, 2012
Yes, I best get to it.
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It is hot out there. I mean screaming hot. My vehicle is always in the garage, so it is easier to start up the ac and then keep it cool after that. But getting out of the vehicle means leaving the X to the mercy of the sun, entering a world of horrid heat and mean hot ugly people, and working up a sweat while I do whatever else I do. Still, I have been betraying my friend and I didn't buy that watch. I wanted to wait until it cools off but... My friend called just a bit ago, but we were having trouble talking. I will call him back shortly and see if this evening would be okay to get out.
The drapes, I think, are why I am sleeping until later. Hmm? Oh, well, by keeping my home cooler in the morning, I can sleep longer. Heat, at some point, will simply toss me out of bed, ready or not. After several weeks of not going to bed until 4:00 and then waking by 9:00 or 10:00, I need extra sleep anyway, so it is good. Just catching up. Hopefully though, when the other drapes and ac unit arrive, I can get to bed earlier, and wake earlier. All I would have to do is have the ac set to stop at about 4:00, then let the heat of the day wake me. Well, something like that. I am formulating plans now. The trick is efficiency. For example, if I program the ac to turn off early, and leave the drapes open, then the morning heat would wake me. BUT, then the house would be hot. Hmm, I'll... work on that. By next summer I should have an efficient system down?
Yes, yes, a shower, grooming, and dressing. I no longer actually shave, I merely trim my face hears with clippers down to a nub. I suppose if I find a woman type, I will clean shave. At least if I want more than a kiss on the forehead (and I DO!). But for my guy friends? Well, they don't always shave either, and it wouldn't matter anyway. Male friends aren't about each other's looks, or at least there is a lot of give. And, perhaps, not just a permission for a bit of grunge, but an expectation. It's... a guy thing. One of those guy things I like. Oh, sure, I have had spit and polish friends. We just tease and mock each other and get over it. Something about goodie two shoes and ogre being passed around. Hmm, I have gone through both phases though. I'm in grunge currently. Oh, don't worry, I am presentable when I go out, just not... spiffy? Yeah, just not spiffy. Save when I make it to Church or some such.
Later. Stay cool if you can, cook if you can't? Bah! Time for me to think about flying this oven...
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It is hot out there. I mean screaming hot. My vehicle is always in the garage, so it is easier to start up the ac and then keep it cool after that. But getting out of the vehicle means leaving the X to the mercy of the sun, entering a world of horrid heat and mean hot ugly people, and working up a sweat while I do whatever else I do. Still, I have been betraying my friend and I didn't buy that watch. I wanted to wait until it cools off but... My friend called just a bit ago, but we were having trouble talking. I will call him back shortly and see if this evening would be okay to get out.
The drapes, I think, are why I am sleeping until later. Hmm? Oh, well, by keeping my home cooler in the morning, I can sleep longer. Heat, at some point, will simply toss me out of bed, ready or not. After several weeks of not going to bed until 4:00 and then waking by 9:00 or 10:00, I need extra sleep anyway, so it is good. Just catching up. Hopefully though, when the other drapes and ac unit arrive, I can get to bed earlier, and wake earlier. All I would have to do is have the ac set to stop at about 4:00, then let the heat of the day wake me. Well, something like that. I am formulating plans now. The trick is efficiency. For example, if I program the ac to turn off early, and leave the drapes open, then the morning heat would wake me. BUT, then the house would be hot. Hmm, I'll... work on that. By next summer I should have an efficient system down?
Yes, yes, a shower, grooming, and dressing. I no longer actually shave, I merely trim my face hears with clippers down to a nub. I suppose if I find a woman type, I will clean shave. At least if I want more than a kiss on the forehead (and I DO!). But for my guy friends? Well, they don't always shave either, and it wouldn't matter anyway. Male friends aren't about each other's looks, or at least there is a lot of give. And, perhaps, not just a permission for a bit of grunge, but an expectation. It's... a guy thing. One of those guy things I like. Oh, sure, I have had spit and polish friends. We just tease and mock each other and get over it. Something about goodie two shoes and ogre being passed around. Hmm, I have gone through both phases though. I'm in grunge currently. Oh, don't worry, I am presentable when I go out, just not... spiffy? Yeah, just not spiffy. Save when I make it to Church or some such.
Later. Stay cool if you can, cook if you can't? Bah! Time for me to think about flying this oven...
I had hoped...
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To have figured my way to function before this point in gaming. Simply put I have won all the trophies for the games I wanted to win those trophies. Still, as I have noted, heat is still an issue. I am taking care of that, finally. The curtains and air conditioner are on the way, and I did actually already order, receive, and return one air conditioner, so I have been working on it. Oh, and I do have some drapes already ordered, washed, then put up. So it's not like I am not trying to solve the problem. I suppose if I have a problem that way it was that I was trying stubbornly to pretend heat was something I could just get through. Foolishness.
So, what next? I really can't read too long as is. My day has shifted, I am getting up around noon. It could be worse and I have done well for quite some time on my day schedule, if for no real purpose other than to maintain a normal sleep cycle and for my own edification, satisfaction. Then again, I am getting sloppy with my medication. Potassium is often forgotten even when the others are taken, but the others are beginning to be missed. I just don't have a good, sure, system of getting these medicines down. I don't know how to improve that, save to hit it when I see it being missed. As I said, my dad had this same problem. My mom would... "help him". I don't think he liked the medication any more than I do. He never said so, it just... seemed that way. Yeah, I liked my dad for more reasons than I could say, this is just one added to all that, and coming later in life. :)
I do have other games I haven't played, or played and didn't really care for right off the bat. I haven't opened 007 QoSolace, though it is a short game. I haven't delved into the trophies for Killzone 3, if I did play it to completion. It is so short that... And I really... don't like playing with allies, if at least for the most part I am not forced to babysit them in KZ3. The thing I don't like about KZ3 is, often, I have no idea of where to go, where I can go, or what really to do. It's not a bad game, it just isn't epic or well done, impo. I also have a jedi game that I simply didn't like. It seemed, on first playing, more like a button-mashing game. While you are supposed to do certain things in a logic way, that would take a bit of training combined with experience and the game just didn't seem that interesting. Why games? Because in this melt down I seem to be experiencing, and just because I don't function well anyway, this allows me to "do something" beside sleep. It requires almost no actual energy output which I don't have, and if I did in this heat is best not to use anyway.
Whine much? Oh, it's all good. I'll get to things. Give it a week, when I have the ac installed and the shades up. Heck, I might wash the dishes! Bleh. The real hope is, once I take care of the heat, I will actually get to that room, do the laundry, wash the dishes, finish that hole out back, and a bit more, maybe a lot more. With the medicines (mostly) going, I think it is possible. Then again, we all know that... I often put more on my plate than what I can eat. The reality is much different than my plans, often. But... sometimes? Yes, sometimes I can do a ton of work. But everything really does have to be perfect, even then it is rare. Like a tornado on a specific spot on the earth.
Gah! The neighbor boy came by for the watch I promised! Of course, I haven't been out, so I don't have it! I hate when I do that. I HAVE to figure out how to get out. I must say, having foods at home so I don't have to get out does make getting out even more difficult. I did, finally, break down and drink some of that powdered milk-like stuff last night (not official powdered milk, mind you). It didn't taste too bad, if too it only resembles watery milk. If you drink fat free milk, you might not have known the difference, I think? It still had just a touch of that "flavor" Carnation has, but it was a fleeting note unlike the absolute, stick with you, full flavor of Carnation dry milk. And, perhaps, even skim milk has the flavor. I've... never touched skim so I wouldn't know. 'I have to get that watch', sung to the tune of "Sink the Bismarck". She already took the Hood!
Later.
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To have figured my way to function before this point in gaming. Simply put I have won all the trophies for the games I wanted to win those trophies. Still, as I have noted, heat is still an issue. I am taking care of that, finally. The curtains and air conditioner are on the way, and I did actually already order, receive, and return one air conditioner, so I have been working on it. Oh, and I do have some drapes already ordered, washed, then put up. So it's not like I am not trying to solve the problem. I suppose if I have a problem that way it was that I was trying stubbornly to pretend heat was something I could just get through. Foolishness.
So, what next? I really can't read too long as is. My day has shifted, I am getting up around noon. It could be worse and I have done well for quite some time on my day schedule, if for no real purpose other than to maintain a normal sleep cycle and for my own edification, satisfaction. Then again, I am getting sloppy with my medication. Potassium is often forgotten even when the others are taken, but the others are beginning to be missed. I just don't have a good, sure, system of getting these medicines down. I don't know how to improve that, save to hit it when I see it being missed. As I said, my dad had this same problem. My mom would... "help him". I don't think he liked the medication any more than I do. He never said so, it just... seemed that way. Yeah, I liked my dad for more reasons than I could say, this is just one added to all that, and coming later in life. :)
I do have other games I haven't played, or played and didn't really care for right off the bat. I haven't opened 007 QoSolace, though it is a short game. I haven't delved into the trophies for Killzone 3, if I did play it to completion. It is so short that... And I really... don't like playing with allies, if at least for the most part I am not forced to babysit them in KZ3. The thing I don't like about KZ3 is, often, I have no idea of where to go, where I can go, or what really to do. It's not a bad game, it just isn't epic or well done, impo. I also have a jedi game that I simply didn't like. It seemed, on first playing, more like a button-mashing game. While you are supposed to do certain things in a logic way, that would take a bit of training combined with experience and the game just didn't seem that interesting. Why games? Because in this melt down I seem to be experiencing, and just because I don't function well anyway, this allows me to "do something" beside sleep. It requires almost no actual energy output which I don't have, and if I did in this heat is best not to use anyway.
Whine much? Oh, it's all good. I'll get to things. Give it a week, when I have the ac installed and the shades up. Heck, I might wash the dishes! Bleh. The real hope is, once I take care of the heat, I will actually get to that room, do the laundry, wash the dishes, finish that hole out back, and a bit more, maybe a lot more. With the medicines (mostly) going, I think it is possible. Then again, we all know that... I often put more on my plate than what I can eat. The reality is much different than my plans, often. But... sometimes? Yes, sometimes I can do a ton of work. But everything really does have to be perfect, even then it is rare. Like a tornado on a specific spot on the earth.
Gah! The neighbor boy came by for the watch I promised! Of course, I haven't been out, so I don't have it! I hate when I do that. I HAVE to figure out how to get out. I must say, having foods at home so I don't have to get out does make getting out even more difficult. I did, finally, break down and drink some of that powdered milk-like stuff last night (not official powdered milk, mind you). It didn't taste too bad, if too it only resembles watery milk. If you drink fat free milk, you might not have known the difference, I think? It still had just a touch of that "flavor" Carnation has, but it was a fleeting note unlike the absolute, stick with you, full flavor of Carnation dry milk. And, perhaps, even skim milk has the flavor. I've... never touched skim so I wouldn't know. 'I have to get that watch', sung to the tune of "Sink the Bismarck". She already took the Hood!
Later.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Just getting by.
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Not badly, mind you. The curtains keep the house cool until mid-afternoon. The curtains for those windows are on the way, though I can't be certain they will do all that much. The world itself, by that time, is hot. Though I have to believe it will help a bit. The big thing will be having a room that is cool, using the air conditioner to keep it that way. And, if things work out well, I may even be able to use the ac to cool several rooms if it comes to that. For now, the heat keeps me pretty down.
I took a shower today, hoping that when the sun goes down I can sneak into town for a bit of shopping. A bit of cheese, three gallons of milk, maybe even good bread. I will do most of my shopping tonight, but I need coffee. So, tomorrow, I can go in and get that, pick up my friend if he wants to get out, and go do something. Yes, I had hoped to already have done that but the heat really is keeping me at bay. I am almost positive that most people, if they could, would not venture forth for almost any reason when the summer sun is blazing away. It is... unnatural! It really is. Mechanization has lead men to a strange lifestyle. Air condition, heating, motorization, mechanization, and the rest have lead men, mostly, to do what we simply weren't ever really made to do. And, the more we do it, the more we need to do it. There is a point to it, if it is often lost in the hubbub. The point is to make space, a place, food, and a reasonable life for as many people as possible. That part, I do think, is God's will. He made us to do that very thing. I just wonder where the line is, sometimes.
Yep, living like a hippie or scrooge, I have decided, is not my gig. From now on if it is too hot or too cold I need to address is. Yes, I like to be stubborn, yes I like to run cheaply, yes lots of things. But for me to get any function, which is a pleasure, then I must handle these basic wants... needs really. You can't work hard if you can't cool off. And you can't cool off if, doing nothing, you are nearly at peak heat tolerance. Same goes for the winter. I may have to jack my furnace up to 78 in order to function, but after two winters of trying to be frugal and failing miserably in my health care, it is time to take a different path. I am not sure how much more it will cost, but that cost is not worth dying through being unable to attend my medicines and doctor appointments. So be it. *sigh* Oh, but I best be considering a new furnace, and to be honest central air would probably be cheaper in the long run. A package with both of those, a few years ago, ran about $5k. What it would save in costs would not make up for that but it would help defray the expense. But comparing up front costs to over time savings is a very tricky proposition save for all but the best of personal finance control freaks. So, I suppose, my goal is to build up the money for that upfront and simply yield the savings. At about $209 a month, saved over two years, I would be close enough. I'm not sure, with my other savings, and expenses, if I can pull that out and set it aside though. I'll... begin looking over those things.
I keep reading the lessons, going forward. I'm not learning much, just previewing the material until I can create a cool enough environment to actually think well. Bits of the paleo diet book are being consumed, and I may investigate ways to cut some of the fats, adding more lean cuts occasionally. I am not considering redoing my whole diet, only in tweaking it a bit, seeing if that helps. There is the concern with expense. Lean often seems to be rather more expensive. I don't know. All I am saying is that I am reviewing my diet and looking at a few alternatives. Though, mostly I am looking at the protein versus fat versus carbs. I can't honestly say it is a weight loss thing I think my carb intake is reasonable, though timing is what might be improved with it, as with other foods. A man with only one oar trying for white-waters though? Yeah, I know. Just... know I am... working on little bits and pieces of my broken luck.
Have a great day.
.
Not badly, mind you. The curtains keep the house cool until mid-afternoon. The curtains for those windows are on the way, though I can't be certain they will do all that much. The world itself, by that time, is hot. Though I have to believe it will help a bit. The big thing will be having a room that is cool, using the air conditioner to keep it that way. And, if things work out well, I may even be able to use the ac to cool several rooms if it comes to that. For now, the heat keeps me pretty down.
I took a shower today, hoping that when the sun goes down I can sneak into town for a bit of shopping. A bit of cheese, three gallons of milk, maybe even good bread. I will do most of my shopping tonight, but I need coffee. So, tomorrow, I can go in and get that, pick up my friend if he wants to get out, and go do something. Yes, I had hoped to already have done that but the heat really is keeping me at bay. I am almost positive that most people, if they could, would not venture forth for almost any reason when the summer sun is blazing away. It is... unnatural! It really is. Mechanization has lead men to a strange lifestyle. Air condition, heating, motorization, mechanization, and the rest have lead men, mostly, to do what we simply weren't ever really made to do. And, the more we do it, the more we need to do it. There is a point to it, if it is often lost in the hubbub. The point is to make space, a place, food, and a reasonable life for as many people as possible. That part, I do think, is God's will. He made us to do that very thing. I just wonder where the line is, sometimes.
Yep, living like a hippie or scrooge, I have decided, is not my gig. From now on if it is too hot or too cold I need to address is. Yes, I like to be stubborn, yes I like to run cheaply, yes lots of things. But for me to get any function, which is a pleasure, then I must handle these basic wants... needs really. You can't work hard if you can't cool off. And you can't cool off if, doing nothing, you are nearly at peak heat tolerance. Same goes for the winter. I may have to jack my furnace up to 78 in order to function, but after two winters of trying to be frugal and failing miserably in my health care, it is time to take a different path. I am not sure how much more it will cost, but that cost is not worth dying through being unable to attend my medicines and doctor appointments. So be it. *sigh* Oh, but I best be considering a new furnace, and to be honest central air would probably be cheaper in the long run. A package with both of those, a few years ago, ran about $5k. What it would save in costs would not make up for that but it would help defray the expense. But comparing up front costs to over time savings is a very tricky proposition save for all but the best of personal finance control freaks. So, I suppose, my goal is to build up the money for that upfront and simply yield the savings. At about $209 a month, saved over two years, I would be close enough. I'm not sure, with my other savings, and expenses, if I can pull that out and set it aside though. I'll... begin looking over those things.
I keep reading the lessons, going forward. I'm not learning much, just previewing the material until I can create a cool enough environment to actually think well. Bits of the paleo diet book are being consumed, and I may investigate ways to cut some of the fats, adding more lean cuts occasionally. I am not considering redoing my whole diet, only in tweaking it a bit, seeing if that helps. There is the concern with expense. Lean often seems to be rather more expensive. I don't know. All I am saying is that I am reviewing my diet and looking at a few alternatives. Though, mostly I am looking at the protein versus fat versus carbs. I can't honestly say it is a weight loss thing I think my carb intake is reasonable, though timing is what might be improved with it, as with other foods. A man with only one oar trying for white-waters though? Yeah, I know. Just... know I am... working on little bits and pieces of my broken luck.
Have a great day.
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