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It clouded over. And, after it clouded over it rained. At least it didn't snow. Not to worry. Coffee has been helping. I forgot to turn up the furnace though, which didn't help. Here it is after 14:00 and I sit. Aye, but I did get a shower in. Air drying, as I can and want. I've merely been thinking over recent topics, enjoying some music, and thinking in the background about this, that, and the other.
Checking on the micro-garden, and it looks like I might have as many as seven habanero plants up! I am hoping a few more might sneak out. The goal is to have ten plants. The next slowest to grow were the jalapeno plants. Once they started though, they just burned. They are rivaling the first and heretofore fastest of the seedlings. The Serrano plants still look might healthy and continue to grow. As I said though, the jalapenos are about equal, plus or minus. It would take some serious measuring to decide which is king. All are looking pretty good. The tomato plants are too large for the lid at this point. They were, if one was picky, too big for it a few days ago. From now on, no lid. It's fun to watch the plants lean toward the sun. Silly birds.
Not much else going. Perhaps an hour of air drying time and I will make a run for the city. That should work just fine. Good day.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Oh, nice. Really?
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I am pretty sure it is nice. Once in a while, on a nice day, I expect something to jump out and try to eat me, or worse, feed me some really bad food. Priorities people! But, no, I think fate will pull a nice day into a beautiful and successful one. Not because I'm an optimist, almost the opposite. I rarely get much excitement. Yeah, I know, whine if I win, complain if I lose. A pessimist is a son of a gun to please! Gallows humor, but it's all I have to cough at you this morning in spite of all the blessings unfolding. I'm just not awake enough for more in any case.
No dreams that I remember. Sleep was grand, even with the girls in again last night. Reminder to self- self... close the bedroom door, and check it by 19:00 again. I don't mind, it worked out, but they can be annoying. I have gotten used to sleeping alone, and like that save once in a while. Cats aren't like women, mind you. As long as you get king size blankets for a queen sized bed, as I recall. I can't remember a single woman who didn't hog those blankets. Which usually works with another secret tactic. If I can start out sleep with the covers, and my own cover sheet, if she stole the rest of the blankets but my cover sheet remained, due to my natural heat, even with a window cracked or simply open, I was usually fine. My favored way of letting her know I needed blankets was getting her to scream Oh God, if that had more to do with feet, and cold ones, than a foot. :p Poor lasses. They suffered horribly under the lash of their tyranny reflected... I even enjoyed her version of payback. Women are timid but quite inventively, directly, painfully, exquisitely cruel. It's... why we get along so well. My cruelty is more generally like my wit, dry and sneaks up on you, save when you steal all the blankets. Loverly! :)
So, today? Oh, I did wake relatively early. I had the alarm set for 8:30. It went off, and after a minor struggle I did get going. I am awake, the sun is up, and everything seems to be on the up. Weight is right where it should be, and stats look good. I have been having them be a bit high. I didn't think trying on the other arm would be any better, so didn't try. Sometimes it isn't. Today it was a huge difference, between l-118/74 and r-134/92? Pulse is in the 70's either way, which is lower than my prime. It was always 82 from the time I was getting regular checkups until I got out of the Navy. Still, I am pleased. I am trying to get back to checking that first thing every morning. I don't mess with blood sugars first thing though. For some odd damned reason, my fasting blood sugars, with 8 or 12 or even 24 hours of no food, is always higher, sometimes radically higher, than after I eat. Why would even a candy bar and a regular soda bring that down? Seriously, that is just whack. Yeah, some of my medical just annoys me. Can't I just be normal, ever?
I can't swear I will make it to town. But that is the goal. Shopping, a gift, a meal, and a visit, perhaps. Just enough to bring home some proverbial bacon, check that the world still exists and that the windows or horizon are some sort of optical illusions, and to be able to say someone knows me. It might be all we double-agent ghosts get. For this one that would suffice, for now. I am often caught coughing up pieces of my broken luck, but grinning the whole time. It ain't all, or even at all, bad. Not always. Not even mostly. Not even when it is. I'm a happy pessimist, I guess? *Woot!*
Get on your bikes and ride. Good day.
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I am pretty sure it is nice. Once in a while, on a nice day, I expect something to jump out and try to eat me, or worse, feed me some really bad food. Priorities people! But, no, I think fate will pull a nice day into a beautiful and successful one. Not because I'm an optimist, almost the opposite. I rarely get much excitement. Yeah, I know, whine if I win, complain if I lose. A pessimist is a son of a gun to please! Gallows humor, but it's all I have to cough at you this morning in spite of all the blessings unfolding. I'm just not awake enough for more in any case.
No dreams that I remember. Sleep was grand, even with the girls in again last night. Reminder to self- self... close the bedroom door, and check it by 19:00 again. I don't mind, it worked out, but they can be annoying. I have gotten used to sleeping alone, and like that save once in a while. Cats aren't like women, mind you. As long as you get king size blankets for a queen sized bed, as I recall. I can't remember a single woman who didn't hog those blankets. Which usually works with another secret tactic. If I can start out sleep with the covers, and my own cover sheet, if she stole the rest of the blankets but my cover sheet remained, due to my natural heat, even with a window cracked or simply open, I was usually fine. My favored way of letting her know I needed blankets was getting her to scream Oh God, if that had more to do with feet, and cold ones, than a foot. :p Poor lasses. They suffered horribly under the lash of their tyranny reflected... I even enjoyed her version of payback. Women are timid but quite inventively, directly, painfully, exquisitely cruel. It's... why we get along so well. My cruelty is more generally like my wit, dry and sneaks up on you, save when you steal all the blankets. Loverly! :)
So, today? Oh, I did wake relatively early. I had the alarm set for 8:30. It went off, and after a minor struggle I did get going. I am awake, the sun is up, and everything seems to be on the up. Weight is right where it should be, and stats look good. I have been having them be a bit high. I didn't think trying on the other arm would be any better, so didn't try. Sometimes it isn't. Today it was a huge difference, between l-118/74 and r-134/92? Pulse is in the 70's either way, which is lower than my prime. It was always 82 from the time I was getting regular checkups until I got out of the Navy. Still, I am pleased. I am trying to get back to checking that first thing every morning. I don't mess with blood sugars first thing though. For some odd damned reason, my fasting blood sugars, with 8 or 12 or even 24 hours of no food, is always higher, sometimes radically higher, than after I eat. Why would even a candy bar and a regular soda bring that down? Seriously, that is just whack. Yeah, some of my medical just annoys me. Can't I just be normal, ever?
I can't swear I will make it to town. But that is the goal. Shopping, a gift, a meal, and a visit, perhaps. Just enough to bring home some proverbial bacon, check that the world still exists and that the windows or horizon are some sort of optical illusions, and to be able to say someone knows me. It might be all we double-agent ghosts get. For this one that would suffice, for now. I am often caught coughing up pieces of my broken luck, but grinning the whole time. It ain't all, or even at all, bad. Not always. Not even mostly. Not even when it is. I'm a happy pessimist, I guess? *Woot!*
Get on your bikes and ride. Good day.
How strange.
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While I haven't been physically active, the machine is trying to kick over. All of that potential is going into thought. What surprises me is how expensive thinking at this level can be. While I decipher the past, present, dreams, and such, I weary. But I can't really stop it either. When healthy enough for physical or mental, even in this way, once on a project I can't stop until it is complete. I am well and truly hoping this process has run it's course. I am exhausting myself, almost to the point of pain.
It is not a bad thing though. It is keeping the engine from simply stalling, or going down to a low idle. I do like to keep the engine stoked, just in case the wheels get the chance to hit the road. Tomorrow, it is hoped, I will be doing just that. A good night of sleep will help, with or without dreams. My dreams haven't been leaving me exhausted. While, perhaps, sexy, or sexual, it hasn't been explicitly so. Just... the vague sense, like walking down the street and getting the scent of beautiful. The sugar plums and brandy of sex come to mind but there is nothing active about it. Pleasant. If anything has wearied me about the dreams, it is remembering and thinking about them while awake.
Tomorrow... to the store, to visit a friend, to just get out of the cave for a bit. I am ready by will. Hopefully the flesh will pick up and carry on with it too. For now, though, I am simply weary. Too tired, almost. Best make use of this. Good night.
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While I haven't been physically active, the machine is trying to kick over. All of that potential is going into thought. What surprises me is how expensive thinking at this level can be. While I decipher the past, present, dreams, and such, I weary. But I can't really stop it either. When healthy enough for physical or mental, even in this way, once on a project I can't stop until it is complete. I am well and truly hoping this process has run it's course. I am exhausting myself, almost to the point of pain.
It is not a bad thing though. It is keeping the engine from simply stalling, or going down to a low idle. I do like to keep the engine stoked, just in case the wheels get the chance to hit the road. Tomorrow, it is hoped, I will be doing just that. A good night of sleep will help, with or without dreams. My dreams haven't been leaving me exhausted. While, perhaps, sexy, or sexual, it hasn't been explicitly so. Just... the vague sense, like walking down the street and getting the scent of beautiful. The sugar plums and brandy of sex come to mind but there is nothing active about it. Pleasant. If anything has wearied me about the dreams, it is remembering and thinking about them while awake.
Tomorrow... to the store, to visit a friend, to just get out of the cave for a bit. I am ready by will. Hopefully the flesh will pick up and carry on with it too. For now, though, I am simply weary. Too tired, almost. Best make use of this. Good night.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Tomorrow?
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Isn't there a song by that name? Wizard of Oz type, or some such? Or was that Anny? Or... something. Well, no, I'm not going to put it up. It just doesn't quite fit. Just saying.
I've been wanting to get out. It just hasn't happened. The sun went behind clouds, partly to completely, a couple of days ago, and I've been suffering for it. Nothing too bad, just... lame. Lots of time for thinking though. My mind has cleared up and my body is ready it just needs some sun. Or, that is the story for now. What, since Sunday I have been planning my great escape. First it was to be Monday, then the next day, and so on. Thursday, perhaps, if I can, will be the day.
The plants are doing well. It seems I don't really need the growing lights though. The overhead lights do just fine. I won't need to cut back the cups as long as I add a couple hours of overhead light each night to what the plants get in the day. It's nothing fancy, but it is enjoyable. A little pleasure.
Yeah, sure, women and life have been on my mind. If I were able to be more active, a worn out body would tend the looseness of mind that allows such wandering. I just can't quite reach it yet. Forgot to do vitals too. Then again, I did that humdinger with the coffee which threw the whole tribe off the reservation. I am feeling normally tired, if I can ease into a reclining position and sleep at a decent hour I might be able to reset the thing before something else goes wrong. Everyday has potential to teach me, again, the hard way. There is no way out for me. Endure. Patience. To a degree ignorance. It is all I have... sometimes. For now. I've had worse.
Later or goodnight.
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Isn't there a song by that name? Wizard of Oz type, or some such? Or was that Anny? Or... something. Well, no, I'm not going to put it up. It just doesn't quite fit. Just saying.
I've been wanting to get out. It just hasn't happened. The sun went behind clouds, partly to completely, a couple of days ago, and I've been suffering for it. Nothing too bad, just... lame. Lots of time for thinking though. My mind has cleared up and my body is ready it just needs some sun. Or, that is the story for now. What, since Sunday I have been planning my great escape. First it was to be Monday, then the next day, and so on. Thursday, perhaps, if I can, will be the day.
The plants are doing well. It seems I don't really need the growing lights though. The overhead lights do just fine. I won't need to cut back the cups as long as I add a couple hours of overhead light each night to what the plants get in the day. It's nothing fancy, but it is enjoyable. A little pleasure.
Yeah, sure, women and life have been on my mind. If I were able to be more active, a worn out body would tend the looseness of mind that allows such wandering. I just can't quite reach it yet. Forgot to do vitals too. Then again, I did that humdinger with the coffee which threw the whole tribe off the reservation. I am feeling normally tired, if I can ease into a reclining position and sleep at a decent hour I might be able to reset the thing before something else goes wrong. Everyday has potential to teach me, again, the hard way. There is no way out for me. Endure. Patience. To a degree ignorance. It is all I have... sometimes. For now. I've had worse.
Later or goodnight.
A day to do the math.
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Slow and easy. My body is not able this day. My mind, however, is dealing with a few details. A recent dream, thoughts not long before that, and echoes form a slightly more distant past come together. Things I have only been able to bump shallowly due to being nearly comatose so often are now coming together. The story is being exposed to my eyes. And this I am passing on. A confession? No. Just a story, perhaps a warning should you know how to hear. Though if you have a piece of my nature, or are subject to it, the warning will most likely be lost to you. Still, it is better than sitting on the grenade. For me at least.
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Slow and easy. My body is not able this day. My mind, however, is dealing with a few details. A recent dream, thoughts not long before that, and echoes form a slightly more distant past come together. Things I have only been able to bump shallowly due to being nearly comatose so often are now coming together. The story is being exposed to my eyes. And this I am passing on. A confession? No. Just a story, perhaps a warning should you know how to hear. Though if you have a piece of my nature, or are subject to it, the warning will most likely be lost to you. Still, it is better than sitting on the grenade. For me at least.
Now, why the heck!
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I hadn't made coffee for a while. But for some awful reason I somehow decided that a pot of coffee yesterday late afternoon would be a wisenheimer-licious thing to do. So I heimered away, drinking the whole thing through the night. It seems like once in a great while concerning alcohol, but just as well coffee, tea, or any other consumable, I lose track of my wits. Not a whit of that latter was in exhibition save in an antithetical manner. As such, I blew past what has been my normal bed time of 20:00-0:00, hit 1:00, then 3:00, then 5:00. I started to worry but the artificially inflated edifice of function collapsed into inert lead and I fell to sleep like a marionette with my strings cut. It was probably funny to watch. Then, I tried to wake several times. All I am saying there is, when I try to push it I understand where Picasso and Dali, among others, got their inspiration. Melting clock? My girls were bending around opposite corners of my couch without stretching, the dresser was both here and there, and time was then, now, and later. I'll get on a software patch, if I think a reboot was required, a hard one. No, not uncommon, I was just awake enough to remember some of my morning mind folly.
So, as I am really, finally, waking, I do what I really shouldn't. I look at the time. It seemed about noon, but I couldn't quite make it. The next time, as I got closer, it was around 13:30. I finally rose an hour or two later? The girls have to be fed, first thing, when poppo is in his throws and blows their breakfast. So, that tended, I knew I would need... yep... more coffee. Oh, but what was that sharp, incessant... pain? Ah! Good morning mister bladder. Yes, I am sure you are full! I would explain that but it would be lost on you. Here is a hint anyway. *glug*
On to the machine to finish the wakeup glaze. Fire it up and run. A few checks here and there. A cup of mojo as I wake. For perspective my tea-milk-beer-coffee cups hold two beers plus. Go big or go home. A quarter through the joe and I... finally decide to see just how late it really is. The sky is clouded to the point the sun is simply a diffuse overhead light, mind you, so I can't tell by that. Hmm? It's only 11:30? That is always freaky to me. I hate when I wake-dream it being much later.
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I hadn't made coffee for a while. But for some awful reason I somehow decided that a pot of coffee yesterday late afternoon would be a wisenheimer-licious thing to do. So I heimered away, drinking the whole thing through the night. It seems like once in a great while concerning alcohol, but just as well coffee, tea, or any other consumable, I lose track of my wits. Not a whit of that latter was in exhibition save in an antithetical manner. As such, I blew past what has been my normal bed time of 20:00-0:00, hit 1:00, then 3:00, then 5:00. I started to worry but the artificially inflated edifice of function collapsed into inert lead and I fell to sleep like a marionette with my strings cut. It was probably funny to watch. Then, I tried to wake several times. All I am saying there is, when I try to push it I understand where Picasso and Dali, among others, got their inspiration. Melting clock? My girls were bending around opposite corners of my couch without stretching, the dresser was both here and there, and time was then, now, and later. I'll get on a software patch, if I think a reboot was required, a hard one. No, not uncommon, I was just awake enough to remember some of my morning mind folly.
So, as I am really, finally, waking, I do what I really shouldn't. I look at the time. It seemed about noon, but I couldn't quite make it. The next time, as I got closer, it was around 13:30. I finally rose an hour or two later? The girls have to be fed, first thing, when poppo is in his throws and blows their breakfast. So, that tended, I knew I would need... yep... more coffee. Oh, but what was that sharp, incessant... pain? Ah! Good morning mister bladder. Yes, I am sure you are full! I would explain that but it would be lost on you. Here is a hint anyway. *glug*
On to the machine to finish the wakeup glaze. Fire it up and run. A few checks here and there. A cup of mojo as I wake. For perspective my tea-milk-beer-coffee cups hold two beers plus. Go big or go home. A quarter through the joe and I... finally decide to see just how late it really is. The sky is clouded to the point the sun is simply a diffuse overhead light, mind you, so I can't tell by that. Hmm? It's only 11:30? That is always freaky to me. I hate when I wake-dream it being much later.
Yeah? Just spitting it out.
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I might be a dog with a peanut butter sandwich and too much drool. But... Heh... I'm not alone.
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I might be a dog with a peanut butter sandwich and too much drool. But... Heh... I'm not alone.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Well? Urhm, I'm working on it.
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I haven't quite gotten my feet fully under me. Not yet. It's getting there. At least I enjoyed my day. I was awake, aware, mobile, but it was indeed a slow day. A few more peppers were transplanted. That will go on until what needs to be moved so my main plants can grow is finished, which depends on how fast the plants grow. If they are too small I simply won't try to transplant them. At some point, though, I may simply pluck the little ones. Time will tell.
Nothing much else was done today, as to actual work. A bit of a cleanup on my haiku competition page, with an additional poem and workup. A bit more window shopping for the trip, to include a review of this... and that... shade tent (neither of which will be extremely sturdy on it's own, so will need... doctoring I think, and rebar plants with which to tie off as well... thankfully there is an engineering type plus a real innovator by vocation and avocation on board, if we can't fix it... well... it's broke! :), a deeper examination of 2-way radios to include trying to find ways to extend the range. And a review of cooking options. I had almost forgotten about the King Kooker propane table. That, with a few cast iron pots and pans, along with a charcoal contraption I am considering, would offer a variety of options, some room for experimentation, and some surety. Of course, looking and buying are, well... Look, I didn't break any of it, that's all I am saying.
As for electricity? I think I am going to begin looking for battery operated devices, I do believe. Just trying to find radios that have a dc lighter plug, and a few other devices that recharge that way, was like pulling hair. No, I quit. Either the expense is extraordinary or the devices just don't exist. I am certain that just a bit of soldering and some lower cost items would yield solid potential, the various costs, time, and effort, would be just as prohibitive as a large upfront cost. Batteries, lots of them. This year disposable, if there is a next year, potentially rechargeable, but in bulk with solar chargers too. There is no easy, fast, sure, right way sometimes. Cut one or two of those and you get a little closer. Sometimes you simply can't work it all in one shot. Sometimes you can't work any of it, if you take the long view... which I take a great effort to do. Now, I do have some smaller inverters, plus a 1500 watt, 3k watt peak, inverter (Husky, but similar to the one listed, with modified sine wave output). If that helps? Is that what you meant when asking about an inverter, or was that a different device specifically for the solar electric grid? I haven't used any of them, really. Wasn't sure how safe or trustworthy they were.
I have been enjoying the girls' company today. I let them sleep in with me last night. Well, actually, I forgot to shut the door and they were in bed before me. When they get to sleep with poppo, they are especially close the next day. I don't always let them. Sometimes one or the other will decide poppo is a worthy pin cushion. Or Sam will decide that coughing up a hairball in poppo's ear will be a fine way to wake an ogre. Oh, both of those, and a few other things, do wake the ogre. But he isn't in a happy mood. Breakfast can wait until noon and the girls are given the opportunity to hunt in the meanwhile, albeit outdoors... sun, wind, rain, snow, or shine. *boot* They never learn, save by making bedtime with poppo a rare treat. Well, and with them in, it is more difficult to roll about as is my want sometimes. Still, they were dolls today.
I do think tomorrow will see me into town. Rain, shine, cold, heat, I'm going in. A bit of shopping, a visit bearing gifts, and maybe lunch for two. Should work out just fine, even if I don't wake until 9:30 again. If I do that, it may be all I get done. I'm just not up to snuff yet. Every time I am almost about to get it going, it clouds over. The seedlings seem to be holding up to it better than I, however. Brats!
Later, perhaps good night.
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I haven't quite gotten my feet fully under me. Not yet. It's getting there. At least I enjoyed my day. I was awake, aware, mobile, but it was indeed a slow day. A few more peppers were transplanted. That will go on until what needs to be moved so my main plants can grow is finished, which depends on how fast the plants grow. If they are too small I simply won't try to transplant them. At some point, though, I may simply pluck the little ones. Time will tell.
Nothing much else was done today, as to actual work. A bit of a cleanup on my haiku competition page, with an additional poem and workup. A bit more window shopping for the trip, to include a review of this... and that... shade tent (neither of which will be extremely sturdy on it's own, so will need... doctoring I think, and rebar plants with which to tie off as well... thankfully there is an engineering type plus a real innovator by vocation and avocation on board, if we can't fix it... well... it's broke! :), a deeper examination of 2-way radios to include trying to find ways to extend the range. And a review of cooking options. I had almost forgotten about the King Kooker propane table. That, with a few cast iron pots and pans, along with a charcoal contraption I am considering, would offer a variety of options, some room for experimentation, and some surety. Of course, looking and buying are, well... Look, I didn't break any of it, that's all I am saying.
As for electricity? I think I am going to begin looking for battery operated devices, I do believe. Just trying to find radios that have a dc lighter plug, and a few other devices that recharge that way, was like pulling hair. No, I quit. Either the expense is extraordinary or the devices just don't exist. I am certain that just a bit of soldering and some lower cost items would yield solid potential, the various costs, time, and effort, would be just as prohibitive as a large upfront cost. Batteries, lots of them. This year disposable, if there is a next year, potentially rechargeable, but in bulk with solar chargers too. There is no easy, fast, sure, right way sometimes. Cut one or two of those and you get a little closer. Sometimes you simply can't work it all in one shot. Sometimes you can't work any of it, if you take the long view... which I take a great effort to do. Now, I do have some smaller inverters, plus a 1500 watt, 3k watt peak, inverter (Husky, but similar to the one listed, with modified sine wave output). If that helps? Is that what you meant when asking about an inverter, or was that a different device specifically for the solar electric grid? I haven't used any of them, really. Wasn't sure how safe or trustworthy they were.
I have been enjoying the girls' company today. I let them sleep in with me last night. Well, actually, I forgot to shut the door and they were in bed before me. When they get to sleep with poppo, they are especially close the next day. I don't always let them. Sometimes one or the other will decide poppo is a worthy pin cushion. Or Sam will decide that coughing up a hairball in poppo's ear will be a fine way to wake an ogre. Oh, both of those, and a few other things, do wake the ogre. But he isn't in a happy mood. Breakfast can wait until noon and the girls are given the opportunity to hunt in the meanwhile, albeit outdoors... sun, wind, rain, snow, or shine. *boot* They never learn, save by making bedtime with poppo a rare treat. Well, and with them in, it is more difficult to roll about as is my want sometimes. Still, they were dolls today.
I do think tomorrow will see me into town. Rain, shine, cold, heat, I'm going in. A bit of shopping, a visit bearing gifts, and maybe lunch for two. Should work out just fine, even if I don't wake until 9:30 again. If I do that, it may be all I get done. I'm just not up to snuff yet. Every time I am almost about to get it going, it clouds over. The seedlings seem to be holding up to it better than I, however. Brats!
Later, perhaps good night.
Haiku Monday - Searching
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Officially up. Two additional poems, with thematic works. Amuse toi bien!
Oh, the contest is on this page, to make it easier to find.
-one more added at the bottom.
Like de Leon, I stumble,
looking for a time lost, youth-
Always in my hands?
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The want is deep, strong,
Life's winter stays the blind rush-
It burns to not sprint.
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A little late, a little pain, a little slow.
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All good signs, they mean I am well awake, and some other things, in the way I sense them and how they exist. Well, they aren't that bad, even combined, either. I set the alarm for 7:30 but didn't wake until 9:00-9:30. I didn't hear the alarm, either, which is unusual, unless it didn't sound off? I'll figure out what happened with that in a bit. Going to bed a bit before 23:00 should have made that a more than reasonable time to wake. As for the pain, I think I simply slept wrong. It will happen. But like the best of the bad, I think this pain is slipping away even as I wake. As for slow? It just feels that way. I won't know how true that is until later.
Monday? It must be. Ah, trash day. I could even get it out, yet, before the man arrives. But, for only one bag? Maybe two? Hmm, I'll think about it. It might be time to try to reestablish routines. Routines to include taking my weights and health stats. Yes, definitely. Before one more moment goes by, let me get to that. Done! I reset my medicine set while at it.
Now isn't that pretty- I realized I would have to reset my medicines. While I am doing better, better is very relative, so I wasn't absolutely positive I would get to it. I feared not doing it, because that could easily lead to another fall. Fear isn't always enough to boost the body into action mode. Slick as quicksilver though, the project went forward. Further, I finally found the ipod shuffle I had thought lost. Well, okay, I never quite thought it lost, I just knew it wasn't found. Actually, that has been causing me mental anguish almost since I bought it. And don't think I haven't looked. I have dedicated, I would guess, two to three hours a week. My house isn't THAT big, and the living spaces I use are half the usable space or less. I covered a lot of the same ground, some different each time, in a widening and shrinking loop, an half hour to hour at a time. Over and over and over, until exhaustion or frustration overruled my intent. Oh my word. For such a little thing, and really relatively cheap at $50 dollars, it had become an obsession. Then again, right now, every nickel is gold!
I have to think finding the ipod was the reason my blood pressure was so high and wouldn't come down. At 137/94, pretty much, it is just a wee high. Then again, I have only been back on medicines in absolutes for the last two to three days... can't remember exactly. Oh, sure, I was on medicine the whole time since my last med-set refill. But... I was in a bad place and taking it absolutely regularly was not possible. My guess is that two week supply lasted three weeks. That might be it too. Back on track. I truly do my best. Some doubt that. Some think I just slack. Some also make the mistake of thinking that if I can't do that, then I am nearly worthless. I just tell you I am still a hard tool, just not one for my own, other mens', or for even the natural world to use. Beware the horn of Balder and being in my way when it sounds. When my seal is broken, releasing my potential, the Devil may cry. Between now and then I do anything between nothing and much. Delusional? Perhaps. The table is always open if you would care to lay a wager. This game, however, is all or nothing. Make sure you can afford to lose.
Ah, but for the day, what? I know not. I do need coffee, milk, sweetener, and tobacco. I also need to visit my friend. I know he wants to shoot, but I am not quite up to that. Then again, it looks as if it may rain yet today. I doubt if it is all that warm, in that case, then either. I did check on my finances. They are... improving. I do have some expenses to manage though, but... better. I can only imagine that I lose track at times? Whatever. To town, either today or tomorrow. With a shower yesterday, and another today, I might trust to inoffensively make it to town. But can I do it in time for coffee and tobacco? Those are on a timer, daylight-timer. I will see. I know what will ease the pain of abandonment for my friend. Yes indeed. For trinkets of libation he would gladly sell Manhattan if he owned it! Who would have thunk a native son would be using liquid fire on the... invaders? Heh! Never the mind, just a funny notion as I wake.
Oh, well, I'll get to something. A bit of a Doom themed musical line up to get the blood flowing this morning I think. I have various nuggets of sound lying around, ready for consumption. Could you imagine what a musical I designed would resemble? Hell would quake, heaven would grumble, brave men would flee, and women would feint at hearing the title. God would merely suggest, 'been there done that, here is YOUR t-shirt'. Trust me. Some things not even most angels understand methinks. Even heaven has rabbits, as does hell. Again, never the mind.
Good, blessed, day!
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All good signs, they mean I am well awake, and some other things, in the way I sense them and how they exist. Well, they aren't that bad, even combined, either. I set the alarm for 7:30 but didn't wake until 9:00-9:30. I didn't hear the alarm, either, which is unusual, unless it didn't sound off? I'll figure out what happened with that in a bit. Going to bed a bit before 23:00 should have made that a more than reasonable time to wake. As for the pain, I think I simply slept wrong. It will happen. But like the best of the bad, I think this pain is slipping away even as I wake. As for slow? It just feels that way. I won't know how true that is until later.
Monday? It must be. Ah, trash day. I could even get it out, yet, before the man arrives. But, for only one bag? Maybe two? Hmm, I'll think about it. It might be time to try to reestablish routines. Routines to include taking my weights and health stats. Yes, definitely. Before one more moment goes by, let me get to that. Done! I reset my medicine set while at it.
Now isn't that pretty- I realized I would have to reset my medicines. While I am doing better, better is very relative, so I wasn't absolutely positive I would get to it. I feared not doing it, because that could easily lead to another fall. Fear isn't always enough to boost the body into action mode. Slick as quicksilver though, the project went forward. Further, I finally found the ipod shuffle I had thought lost. Well, okay, I never quite thought it lost, I just knew it wasn't found. Actually, that has been causing me mental anguish almost since I bought it. And don't think I haven't looked. I have dedicated, I would guess, two to three hours a week. My house isn't THAT big, and the living spaces I use are half the usable space or less. I covered a lot of the same ground, some different each time, in a widening and shrinking loop, an half hour to hour at a time. Over and over and over, until exhaustion or frustration overruled my intent. Oh my word. For such a little thing, and really relatively cheap at $50 dollars, it had become an obsession. Then again, right now, every nickel is gold!
I have to think finding the ipod was the reason my blood pressure was so high and wouldn't come down. At 137/94, pretty much, it is just a wee high. Then again, I have only been back on medicines in absolutes for the last two to three days... can't remember exactly. Oh, sure, I was on medicine the whole time since my last med-set refill. But... I was in a bad place and taking it absolutely regularly was not possible. My guess is that two week supply lasted three weeks. That might be it too. Back on track. I truly do my best. Some doubt that. Some think I just slack. Some also make the mistake of thinking that if I can't do that, then I am nearly worthless. I just tell you I am still a hard tool, just not one for my own, other mens', or for even the natural world to use. Beware the horn of Balder and being in my way when it sounds. When my seal is broken, releasing my potential, the Devil may cry. Between now and then I do anything between nothing and much. Delusional? Perhaps. The table is always open if you would care to lay a wager. This game, however, is all or nothing. Make sure you can afford to lose.
Ah, but for the day, what? I know not. I do need coffee, milk, sweetener, and tobacco. I also need to visit my friend. I know he wants to shoot, but I am not quite up to that. Then again, it looks as if it may rain yet today. I doubt if it is all that warm, in that case, then either. I did check on my finances. They are... improving. I do have some expenses to manage though, but... better. I can only imagine that I lose track at times? Whatever. To town, either today or tomorrow. With a shower yesterday, and another today, I might trust to inoffensively make it to town. But can I do it in time for coffee and tobacco? Those are on a timer, daylight-timer. I will see. I know what will ease the pain of abandonment for my friend. Yes indeed. For trinkets of libation he would gladly sell Manhattan if he owned it! Who would have thunk a native son would be using liquid fire on the... invaders? Heh! Never the mind, just a funny notion as I wake.
Oh, well, I'll get to something. A bit of a Doom themed musical line up to get the blood flowing this morning I think. I have various nuggets of sound lying around, ready for consumption. Could you imagine what a musical I designed would resemble? Hell would quake, heaven would grumble, brave men would flee, and women would feint at hearing the title. God would merely suggest, 'been there done that, here is YOUR t-shirt'. Trust me. Some things not even most angels understand methinks. Even heaven has rabbits, as does hell. Again, never the mind.
Good, blessed, day!
Sunday, May 5, 2013
So much happening.
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My mother is coming to visit in about a month. As well, I have various projects in the works both long and short term. While I missed a beat there for a bit I may be back on track. It is almost as if I literally fell down and couldn't get up. This time, however, my goals remained in focus. That seems a small thing, but if you understood the falling and rising, you would understand how important that is. It is the difference between turning off your computer... and wiping it's memory. At times, coming back meant reloading a lot of things, some as basic as tending my environment, right down to remembering to turn up the furnace on very cold days, to even eating, and that before I could even begin to start processing whatever it was I had been needing or wanting to do.
We were planning to redo the kitchen. However, the last time she was here we pretty much stripped my nest egg. Oh, nothing foolish, really. Well, and I went a bit wild on food stores and a few other items I had been meaning to get in that way. I think, however, that I am going to skip the kitchen until next spring. I should have finances back in order by then. It will give me additional time to do other things as well. Time, and money, are at a premium, especially at my stumbling pace. Sometimes you simply can't eat everything on your plate. Best to know one's limits. Instead, I hope to focus on getting the cave back in order and planting the garden, plus setting that up as well as I can as for watering, mulch, fertilizer, and learning these skills from her while she visits. She knows her way around the green growy things. If she thinks it is worth a shot I might even try a row of corn and cucumber plant or two, on top of the peppers, tomatoes, and various root vegetables I am considering. I do need to get that area plowed under first, though. I've put out feelers. I'll have to keep on that.
The outfit shouldn't be too expensive. The netting and base layer aren't too bad. It is the material that will cost a bit. With layering, cutting, curling, sewing, and perhaps some extra work on a helm of sorts, it will be more work than expense. It will probably have to be hand sewn, given what is involved. Some time this week I hope to be up to a trip to JoAnne's Fabrics, at least. Perhaps someone there will know a bit about that which I am trying. With wallpaper removal set aside, I feel less guilty about applying myself more fully to this other project. Telling my mother might be a little... tricky. I'm not sure how she will take it. I am pretty sure, either way, she will take it better 1,500 miles away. That's all I'm saying right there. Actually, she might be a good resource regarding the outfit. While she is sort of girly, in my book, if she isn't a complete fru-fru, as I suggested somewhere. Further, her skills are... rather amazing. Being girly isn't all bad for a woman. Especially since she has a bit more on top of it. All right, sure, fine, women can be pretty darned handy. When they want to be. And so long as they know when it isn't their task and go away to leave us to our part. :p
Just trying to pull it all together, make a short, medium, and long term scenario that marks out my plans. It all looks real, now that I have cut a few things away. Too much is too much. Then again, I think planning to do the garden, clean the house, and do the kitchen walls, in two weeks, was too much anyway. Something simply had to give. Even the garden, a must, the thing, plus anything, might be a bit much... or not. We will see.
It's wonderful to be coming back to life, even going through the start-up routines wasn't all that bad. Annoying at worst, a more conscientious memory laden effort at best. And, mild. It wasn't like a mule kick to the chest this time. It hurts to come back, in more ways than one. The longer and deeper the fall, the more terrible the return. I like me some milquetoast that way. Then again I am still struggling up the lip of that hole. Just a few more kicks and pulls and a little luck...
Good night.
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My mother is coming to visit in about a month. As well, I have various projects in the works both long and short term. While I missed a beat there for a bit I may be back on track. It is almost as if I literally fell down and couldn't get up. This time, however, my goals remained in focus. That seems a small thing, but if you understood the falling and rising, you would understand how important that is. It is the difference between turning off your computer... and wiping it's memory. At times, coming back meant reloading a lot of things, some as basic as tending my environment, right down to remembering to turn up the furnace on very cold days, to even eating, and that before I could even begin to start processing whatever it was I had been needing or wanting to do.
We were planning to redo the kitchen. However, the last time she was here we pretty much stripped my nest egg. Oh, nothing foolish, really. Well, and I went a bit wild on food stores and a few other items I had been meaning to get in that way. I think, however, that I am going to skip the kitchen until next spring. I should have finances back in order by then. It will give me additional time to do other things as well. Time, and money, are at a premium, especially at my stumbling pace. Sometimes you simply can't eat everything on your plate. Best to know one's limits. Instead, I hope to focus on getting the cave back in order and planting the garden, plus setting that up as well as I can as for watering, mulch, fertilizer, and learning these skills from her while she visits. She knows her way around the green growy things. If she thinks it is worth a shot I might even try a row of corn and cucumber plant or two, on top of the peppers, tomatoes, and various root vegetables I am considering. I do need to get that area plowed under first, though. I've put out feelers. I'll have to keep on that.
The outfit shouldn't be too expensive. The netting and base layer aren't too bad. It is the material that will cost a bit. With layering, cutting, curling, sewing, and perhaps some extra work on a helm of sorts, it will be more work than expense. It will probably have to be hand sewn, given what is involved. Some time this week I hope to be up to a trip to JoAnne's Fabrics, at least. Perhaps someone there will know a bit about that which I am trying. With wallpaper removal set aside, I feel less guilty about applying myself more fully to this other project. Telling my mother might be a little... tricky. I'm not sure how she will take it. I am pretty sure, either way, she will take it better 1,500 miles away. That's all I'm saying right there. Actually, she might be a good resource regarding the outfit. While she is sort of girly, in my book, if she isn't a complete fru-fru, as I suggested somewhere. Further, her skills are... rather amazing. Being girly isn't all bad for a woman. Especially since she has a bit more on top of it. All right, sure, fine, women can be pretty darned handy. When they want to be. And so long as they know when it isn't their task and go away to leave us to our part. :p
Just trying to pull it all together, make a short, medium, and long term scenario that marks out my plans. It all looks real, now that I have cut a few things away. Too much is too much. Then again, I think planning to do the garden, clean the house, and do the kitchen walls, in two weeks, was too much anyway. Something simply had to give. Even the garden, a must, the thing, plus anything, might be a bit much... or not. We will see.
It's wonderful to be coming back to life, even going through the start-up routines wasn't all that bad. Annoying at worst, a more conscientious memory laden effort at best. And, mild. It wasn't like a mule kick to the chest this time. It hurts to come back, in more ways than one. The longer and deeper the fall, the more terrible the return. I like me some milquetoast that way. Then again I am still struggling up the lip of that hole. Just a few more kicks and pulls and a little luck...
Good night.
Slow but better footing.
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I am feeling a bit better than I was this morning. Sometimes those type of dreams, of women, generally not erotic if there is the memory of that in there, is a good thing. Sometimes it isn't. That is probably how all of life is, when viewed more closely. Even the memory of the same things, seen in a different light, or mood, or current situation, can totally change what is felt about what happened in the memory. It wasn't exactly a down dream, either. It just targeted my frustrations, generally, theoretically, involving women, love, and that sort of thing. Wanting but not quite getting. Getting but it not quite being the right thing. Loving, and being loved, but right past each other. The artifacts of a world of defensive and offensive love, tactics which are supposed to create a healthy love but end up killing the thing.
I looked over the plants today again. Perhaps a few more habanero plants will rise. It almost looks like three to five more might be doing something. The Tai peppers just aren't growing as fast as the Sarrano, definitely not as fast as the tomatoes. It will take few more days, if today and yesterday were any indication, before I can replant the Tais. Same with the Jalapeno plants. To be honest, they all really look the same. Tomato and all the peppers, at this point. All have long thin green stems and two 'helicopter' leaves, what more can you say? The tomatoes might be getting 'hairy', if I look closely. But the rest are just plain. I did let the neighbor's son, when he came by to mow, know to let his mother (the family gardener) know that I have tomato and pepper plants to give out, if she or others want some. I don't know if he will remember but I will be seeing others tonight.
This sort of moodiness as I am returning to health is sort of a pain. One minute I feel like I can change the whole world, the next I am in a zone from which I can't seem to rise. I keep rocking back and forth, trying to break loose. The heart is trying to kick over, the body is trying to fill the new capacity, but having to figure that out first. I've watched as babies crawl along the floor. Sometimes they just can't go further. They take a nap right there. It's not a bad plan, really. It is sort of how it goes.
I am going to try to make it to town tomorrow. I am really low on some essentials. Plus, just getting out is good. A fast-food joint would be nice to visit too. Nothing fancier, as my money is really being focused on saving up some scratch, and on the side prepping for Burning Man. I don't know how much the latter will cost, or how quickly I can do the former. Goals, that's all. No, no complaints. Walking the tightrope keeps me more on my game than not. Even when I slip and fall a bit, having things I have ingrained in, things I to which a conscious awareness must be maintained, keeps the slip from becoming too deep. Odd how that really does work, sometimes. Too bad it only works in the short haul for me. Oh, I've tried.
I think the reason this time, as I come out of a down time, it is a little milder and the event shorter, is because I maintained medicines, as well as I could anyway. Medicine will, obviously, not keep me from sliding into the pit. I do think it makes the drop shorter, the climb out easier, and life at the worst just a bit more numb... not always a bad thing. Yes, staying on medicine really does help. Though too, I think I was right to cut back on one of the pills. Cutting that medicine allowed for me to begin doing better. There is simply a pretty hard limit on how many and what kind of medication I can take.
Later.
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I am feeling a bit better than I was this morning. Sometimes those type of dreams, of women, generally not erotic if there is the memory of that in there, is a good thing. Sometimes it isn't. That is probably how all of life is, when viewed more closely. Even the memory of the same things, seen in a different light, or mood, or current situation, can totally change what is felt about what happened in the memory. It wasn't exactly a down dream, either. It just targeted my frustrations, generally, theoretically, involving women, love, and that sort of thing. Wanting but not quite getting. Getting but it not quite being the right thing. Loving, and being loved, but right past each other. The artifacts of a world of defensive and offensive love, tactics which are supposed to create a healthy love but end up killing the thing.
I looked over the plants today again. Perhaps a few more habanero plants will rise. It almost looks like three to five more might be doing something. The Tai peppers just aren't growing as fast as the Sarrano, definitely not as fast as the tomatoes. It will take few more days, if today and yesterday were any indication, before I can replant the Tais. Same with the Jalapeno plants. To be honest, they all really look the same. Tomato and all the peppers, at this point. All have long thin green stems and two 'helicopter' leaves, what more can you say? The tomatoes might be getting 'hairy', if I look closely. But the rest are just plain. I did let the neighbor's son, when he came by to mow, know to let his mother (the family gardener) know that I have tomato and pepper plants to give out, if she or others want some. I don't know if he will remember but I will be seeing others tonight.
This sort of moodiness as I am returning to health is sort of a pain. One minute I feel like I can change the whole world, the next I am in a zone from which I can't seem to rise. I keep rocking back and forth, trying to break loose. The heart is trying to kick over, the body is trying to fill the new capacity, but having to figure that out first. I've watched as babies crawl along the floor. Sometimes they just can't go further. They take a nap right there. It's not a bad plan, really. It is sort of how it goes.
I am going to try to make it to town tomorrow. I am really low on some essentials. Plus, just getting out is good. A fast-food joint would be nice to visit too. Nothing fancier, as my money is really being focused on saving up some scratch, and on the side prepping for Burning Man. I don't know how much the latter will cost, or how quickly I can do the former. Goals, that's all. No, no complaints. Walking the tightrope keeps me more on my game than not. Even when I slip and fall a bit, having things I have ingrained in, things I to which a conscious awareness must be maintained, keeps the slip from becoming too deep. Odd how that really does work, sometimes. Too bad it only works in the short haul for me. Oh, I've tried.
I think the reason this time, as I come out of a down time, it is a little milder and the event shorter, is because I maintained medicines, as well as I could anyway. Medicine will, obviously, not keep me from sliding into the pit. I do think it makes the drop shorter, the climb out easier, and life at the worst just a bit more numb... not always a bad thing. Yes, staying on medicine really does help. Though too, I think I was right to cut back on one of the pills. Cutting that medicine allowed for me to begin doing better. There is simply a pretty hard limit on how many and what kind of medication I can take.
Later.
Up and down, though bounce is natural.
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Moving a little slower. Yesterday was a pretty weak showing too. I'm not back to suggesting dirt be kicked back over my life. And I don't think it will get to that point. I'm on the rebound. As I suggested though, there will be better days and there will be worse days. If you are into graphs, think of yesterday, and the start of today, as a local low in a regional high. I'm not sure what I will get done, hopefully a few things though. I'm still weak from getting out of the last and long regional low though, too. I always, when I get better, think I can just run and jump like in better days. I forget that I have to get used to having my feet under me again. I can wear myself out, which might be part of this. It'll come together soon, patience is the key.
My Serrano peppers where high enough to transplant by later yesterday. The Tai peppers look to be well on their way. They grow so fast in a day once they are up though! It absolutely amazes me. The jalapeno plants will only see me to about ten plants, maybe a few more. The Serrano and Tai peppers are putting out almost a full plant to seed ratio. But my poor habanero seeds have still only yielded one plant for the thirty seeds I set in. One! Gah! I will give those another few days then replant. *shrug*
I dreamed last night. Some might call it a good dream. Lots of women in it. Actually, most of them if I recall rightly. It was about all the women I loved and left. It was about sex, the chase, the catch, sex, the betrayal, sex, and then the next one. I didn't know how to get off that merry-go-round. The trick, I had been taught, was to not get caught. The lie inherent in that line of reasoning is that you will get caught. I didn't get the memo. And on it went. I do have a great deal of cynicism regarding love from that. I know how some parts of it work, like a Swiss watch in a master's hand, up to a certain point. I don't know... uhrm, how to get caught?
That is why I quit playing. The goal is to... figure things out the right way. I do want a family, a wife, children. I enjoy women. But I know too much? I play to win, and can? I knew enough to let the good girls walk. Not just because I didn't want to simply and asymmetrically use them, but I knew they didn't know enough to defend themselves. Or perhaps just because they didn't understand how the game worked. Playing checkers with a child for sport is no fun either. Don't know, just... digging through it all as I wake. Pouting, a bit, too. I would almost trade it all to be a simple, married with children, beta or other. Even if I often look down on that, as with my neighbor I hold some new found respect for it too, or now. The thing is, I am what I am and I have to work with that. Never le mind. I'll... figure it out. Leg on the left mind, God on the right brain, me stuck right in the middle.
Well, on to... something.
Yeah, a bit more music.
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Moving a little slower. Yesterday was a pretty weak showing too. I'm not back to suggesting dirt be kicked back over my life. And I don't think it will get to that point. I'm on the rebound. As I suggested though, there will be better days and there will be worse days. If you are into graphs, think of yesterday, and the start of today, as a local low in a regional high. I'm not sure what I will get done, hopefully a few things though. I'm still weak from getting out of the last and long regional low though, too. I always, when I get better, think I can just run and jump like in better days. I forget that I have to get used to having my feet under me again. I can wear myself out, which might be part of this. It'll come together soon, patience is the key.
My Serrano peppers where high enough to transplant by later yesterday. The Tai peppers look to be well on their way. They grow so fast in a day once they are up though! It absolutely amazes me. The jalapeno plants will only see me to about ten plants, maybe a few more. The Serrano and Tai peppers are putting out almost a full plant to seed ratio. But my poor habanero seeds have still only yielded one plant for the thirty seeds I set in. One! Gah! I will give those another few days then replant. *shrug*
I dreamed last night. Some might call it a good dream. Lots of women in it. Actually, most of them if I recall rightly. It was about all the women I loved and left. It was about sex, the chase, the catch, sex, the betrayal, sex, and then the next one. I didn't know how to get off that merry-go-round. The trick, I had been taught, was to not get caught. The lie inherent in that line of reasoning is that you will get caught. I didn't get the memo. And on it went. I do have a great deal of cynicism regarding love from that. I know how some parts of it work, like a Swiss watch in a master's hand, up to a certain point. I don't know... uhrm, how to get caught?
That is why I quit playing. The goal is to... figure things out the right way. I do want a family, a wife, children. I enjoy women. But I know too much? I play to win, and can? I knew enough to let the good girls walk. Not just because I didn't want to simply and asymmetrically use them, but I knew they didn't know enough to defend themselves. Or perhaps just because they didn't understand how the game worked. Playing checkers with a child for sport is no fun either. Don't know, just... digging through it all as I wake. Pouting, a bit, too. I would almost trade it all to be a simple, married with children, beta or other. Even if I often look down on that, as with my neighbor I hold some new found respect for it too, or now. The thing is, I am what I am and I have to work with that. Never le mind. I'll... figure it out. Leg on the left mind, God on the right brain, me stuck right in the middle.
Well, on to... something.
Yeah, a bit more music.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Normalcy and simplicity have returned.
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It was just a short little jaunt through the haunted house. Sleep rested rather than magnified the ghosts and ghouls. But no real worries, I am one of them, if just part time. The sun being back out this morning doesn't hurt a bit. Those overcast days inflate sensitivity to a dark past. I may not have been but I certainly was. There is comfort in there, now, these days. It is not too different from being an invisible man. Are you even real if no one can see you? Questions remain but little else. Especially if you feel no need to prove your existence to any, or do things with your powers in play. I am comfortable with both the facts and the live and let live attitude I have, for the most part, attained. I still wonder about something. Who does know? While some things fade, even to nothing at times, that takes time. To a degree that has happened. Bureaucrats only see what is written on paper for them. But some of the old docs, the ones who have seen many vets, know my nature. They don't believe the paper, they know better from experience. Further, I think there are others who know, beyond the old doctors. So, who knows me? Just a little... tic I have. Never mind children, it's just part of the narrative.
The transplanted tomatoes look to be well on the way to making it. One tomato had it's stem broken. Even it seems to be doing just find. Further, the pepper seedlings are beginning to jump and run. One habanero plant seemingly popped overnight. Just one? But it grew so fast! it was not visible yesterday, all day. In a couple of days, perhaps a week, I should be able to get some of those thinned. Not all will be transplanted. If the sprout looks too weak, or ill, I simply remove it. Tomorrow I will make a final check of the extra tomato plants and see if I can get them to a good family. That can save someone a lot of money. I don't see how people can afford buying plants, honestly. It would be good to be offering people something this time, rather than just getting, or having to ask for help.
What to do today though? Hmm. More laundry, finish the dishes, and some straightening. Oh, and maybe removing the faucet. That is it for today. If I get that done, tomorrow will just be a leisure day, with no pushing, if I hope to do a bit more straightening of the cave. If I do well, I might get to the stores today. I need coffee, sweetener, milk, and tobacco. Hmm, I am almost sounding like a mountain main. Hrmph! I'm probably starting to look like one. Heh.
Good day.
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It was just a short little jaunt through the haunted house. Sleep rested rather than magnified the ghosts and ghouls. But no real worries, I am one of them, if just part time. The sun being back out this morning doesn't hurt a bit. Those overcast days inflate sensitivity to a dark past. I may not have been but I certainly was. There is comfort in there, now, these days. It is not too different from being an invisible man. Are you even real if no one can see you? Questions remain but little else. Especially if you feel no need to prove your existence to any, or do things with your powers in play. I am comfortable with both the facts and the live and let live attitude I have, for the most part, attained. I still wonder about something. Who does know? While some things fade, even to nothing at times, that takes time. To a degree that has happened. Bureaucrats only see what is written on paper for them. But some of the old docs, the ones who have seen many vets, know my nature. They don't believe the paper, they know better from experience. Further, I think there are others who know, beyond the old doctors. So, who knows me? Just a little... tic I have. Never mind children, it's just part of the narrative.
The transplanted tomatoes look to be well on the way to making it. One tomato had it's stem broken. Even it seems to be doing just find. Further, the pepper seedlings are beginning to jump and run. One habanero plant seemingly popped overnight. Just one? But it grew so fast! it was not visible yesterday, all day. In a couple of days, perhaps a week, I should be able to get some of those thinned. Not all will be transplanted. If the sprout looks too weak, or ill, I simply remove it. Tomorrow I will make a final check of the extra tomato plants and see if I can get them to a good family. That can save someone a lot of money. I don't see how people can afford buying plants, honestly. It would be good to be offering people something this time, rather than just getting, or having to ask for help.
What to do today though? Hmm. More laundry, finish the dishes, and some straightening. Oh, and maybe removing the faucet. That is it for today. If I get that done, tomorrow will just be a leisure day, with no pushing, if I hope to do a bit more straightening of the cave. If I do well, I might get to the stores today. I need coffee, sweetener, milk, and tobacco. Hmm, I am almost sounding like a mountain main. Hrmph! I'm probably starting to look like one. Heh.
Good day.
Friday, May 3, 2013
The price of quickening.
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Each time I stumble out of the grave I bring bits of the tomb with me. Life is a costly affair as is. But when you are cheating death to consume it the price is fierce. More one who knows more from whence he returns than to where he is going, the travel is additionally taxing. Reborn a stranger in a strange land, a land of limits, peril, flesh. Friend, foe, family... they live mostly on the shadowy side of the curtain. And yet it isn't my time save for a few moments in weakness. I'm not even sure which to really call home. How many times have I fallen into the darkest of the ethereal? All I know is, splitting the times I have fallen and the times I have risen provides an even number, if a large one.
Ah, but... the sensations need to be handled. This time they are rather mild. Just a few notions need to be mastered. Putting them here releases them, allows me to... confront them on my terms, as I may.
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Each time I stumble out of the grave I bring bits of the tomb with me. Life is a costly affair as is. But when you are cheating death to consume it the price is fierce. More one who knows more from whence he returns than to where he is going, the travel is additionally taxing. Reborn a stranger in a strange land, a land of limits, peril, flesh. Friend, foe, family... they live mostly on the shadowy side of the curtain. And yet it isn't my time save for a few moments in weakness. I'm not even sure which to really call home. How many times have I fallen into the darkest of the ethereal? All I know is, splitting the times I have fallen and the times I have risen provides an even number, if a large one.
Ah, but... the sensations need to be handled. This time they are rather mild. Just a few notions need to be mastered. Putting them here releases them, allows me to... confront them on my terms, as I may.
Well, isn't it the thought that counts?
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No, I didn't get stuck again. I haven't quit yet either. It is just that with this many projects happening all at once, with my juggling skills being what they are and rusty on top of it, the tasks aren't moving along quite as rapidly as imagined. Transplanting the better of the weaker tomato plants took a goodly chunk of time. It still surprises me how long it takes to mix a bit of dirt with some water and put something into it. I decided against double cups. I will simply have to be careful with how much I water. I have eight of the best plants in their original soil packets and another twenty transplanted to cups, two per cup. The cups are rather big. After a couple of days, if those are still looking good, as are the ones in the planting box, I will see if any neighbors would be interested in some of them. I'll do the same sort of thing for the pepper plants as they come due.
Dishes are just there, laundry is going into the dryer finally. I found some of the tools for removing the faucet. Since it shouldn't be corroded yet, the tools I did find should work. I can't find the actual sink pliers or whatever they are called. Then again, things have been slowing going missing. No, not misplaced. Someone is "borrowing". That's one of the unhappy things about living alone. Thankfully nothing big yet, just odd little things. Under the sink pliers, a load of kitchen bags, a screwdriver or three. I'm thinking on that. Things are moving along. I just wish I had a fast forward button or something.
It is clouding over a bit. All good by me. The last few days have been sunny. Enough to recharge batteries that way. As well, I seem to be climbing out of the pit beside that. Working is great to boost that, as it makes sleep much easier and deeper. And the clouds keep it from getting too hot too soon as well. I'm not quite ready for 80's, 90's, and 100's. Then again I never am.
Just not a bad day. A bit more and I will be able to say I won the tourney. I even kicked out my first haiku, while I was thinking about it. Did a write-up too, if that may be amended as, or if, I think up other poems. Well, a bit of a break, maybe food? Definitely food. Then more, probably. Good day.
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No, I didn't get stuck again. I haven't quit yet either. It is just that with this many projects happening all at once, with my juggling skills being what they are and rusty on top of it, the tasks aren't moving along quite as rapidly as imagined. Transplanting the better of the weaker tomato plants took a goodly chunk of time. It still surprises me how long it takes to mix a bit of dirt with some water and put something into it. I decided against double cups. I will simply have to be careful with how much I water. I have eight of the best plants in their original soil packets and another twenty transplanted to cups, two per cup. The cups are rather big. After a couple of days, if those are still looking good, as are the ones in the planting box, I will see if any neighbors would be interested in some of them. I'll do the same sort of thing for the pepper plants as they come due.
Dishes are just there, laundry is going into the dryer finally. I found some of the tools for removing the faucet. Since it shouldn't be corroded yet, the tools I did find should work. I can't find the actual sink pliers or whatever they are called. Then again, things have been slowing going missing. No, not misplaced. Someone is "borrowing". That's one of the unhappy things about living alone. Thankfully nothing big yet, just odd little things. Under the sink pliers, a load of kitchen bags, a screwdriver or three. I'm thinking on that. Things are moving along. I just wish I had a fast forward button or something.
It is clouding over a bit. All good by me. The last few days have been sunny. Enough to recharge batteries that way. As well, I seem to be climbing out of the pit beside that. Working is great to boost that, as it makes sleep much easier and deeper. And the clouds keep it from getting too hot too soon as well. I'm not quite ready for 80's, 90's, and 100's. Then again I never am.
Just not a bad day. A bit more and I will be able to say I won the tourney. I even kicked out my first haiku, while I was thinking about it. Did a write-up too, if that may be amended as, or if, I think up other poems. Well, a bit of a break, maybe food? Definitely food. Then more, probably. Good day.
It's a little hairy out there. Oddball news bits?
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You decide. Urhm, with commentary, of course. Doom is what he is.
I love little tidbits about heart health, predictive models, and such. So this article is a collector. It seems, there is a test to check for potential future heart problems. It boils down to cutting off blood flow to an arm, letting it flood back, then checking how heavy the flow is. The problem, with this and most other testing, is that despite having a heart on the very cusp of failure and it being so for going on three decades, all testing save echocardiography showed my heart to be normal. Blood flow, blood oxygen, save the suspicious nature of having very high blood pressure. Some of us are immune to most testing. Still, I had to look.
This next one was shocking to me. While I do have problems with public ed, and many teachers, bureaucrats, administrators, and how things are run, there are limits to that. Apparently, the system itself has few limits. What was done was very wrong to these teachers, students, and anyone else caught unaware. While I live a life full of this, I am what I am. And while I want people to get a taste of reality, there are limits to that, and the means of achieving that. This sort of casual creation of trauma is not the sort of thing you just toss at people. Someone will get hurt, one way or the other. It reminds me of tactics used to indoctrinate, to create double agents, and some of the other psychology operation techniques of which I have some familiarity. I am not sure if it was simply poor decision making, a really bad "all grown up" frat prank, or if there is something more to it. It was a bad call all day long. You don't just terrify people. That isn't training, it is terrorism. Someone, or some group of people, should lose their job over this.
This piece is about the laws of nature versus the nature of civilization, or some would suggest. Young people are playing dodgeball with Subways. Some folk are a bit unhappy with it. There is some suggestion that this behavior endangers other people, if that was never explained. While they admit such activity is not new, they suggest that social media is driving an expansion, perhaps explosion, of the risk taking, and the level of risk involved due to competition. The thing is, with risk comes reward. In a world in which the economy is dying, job prospects are thin, and the spread between the rich and the poor is accelerating even faster than redistribution and the spread of other socialist notions (which is why the rest of the world calls socialism conservative, as it creates then maintains two classes, upper/elite and the poor), there is little to be gained traditionally. Upward mobility, once turned into a competition based at least as much on skin color and sex, while maintaining the old boy system within the new quota paradigm, leaving merit as the dead last indicator, is causing people to drop out in record numbers. Adding in the war on private, small, business, there isn't a lot of room to wiggle. Might as well try to fly? Rigged games aren't worth playing, provably by the fleet feet of the unemployed and reduction in small business and home ownership. So they have picked their own game. Wait until they realize there is another, just as risky but possibly much better solution. Once you aren't afraid to die, and you realize you can still fight, and begin to realize that there are actually very few holding down the very many, just what games might begin to be... considered?
Oh, right. Sure did, if you meant to ask? Laundry is moving through the line, dishes got a fresh soak, I did a bit of looking for the potting soil, and did some other things... can't remember what all. But, yes, things are moving along swimmingly. I did stop taking the ritalin over a week ago. So that isn't the boost, if you were curious. The problem with it is I have a limited supply. So I need to take it when I can reliably take my blood pressure readings so as to have a leg to stand on when I ask for that medicine again. Even with it I was falling, definitely unable to take the readings every day. As I improve again, when I get to taking daily readings, I will restart that medicine.
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You decide. Urhm, with commentary, of course. Doom is what he is.
I love little tidbits about heart health, predictive models, and such. So this article is a collector. It seems, there is a test to check for potential future heart problems. It boils down to cutting off blood flow to an arm, letting it flood back, then checking how heavy the flow is. The problem, with this and most other testing, is that despite having a heart on the very cusp of failure and it being so for going on three decades, all testing save echocardiography showed my heart to be normal. Blood flow, blood oxygen, save the suspicious nature of having very high blood pressure. Some of us are immune to most testing. Still, I had to look.
This next one was shocking to me. While I do have problems with public ed, and many teachers, bureaucrats, administrators, and how things are run, there are limits to that. Apparently, the system itself has few limits. What was done was very wrong to these teachers, students, and anyone else caught unaware. While I live a life full of this, I am what I am. And while I want people to get a taste of reality, there are limits to that, and the means of achieving that. This sort of casual creation of trauma is not the sort of thing you just toss at people. Someone will get hurt, one way or the other. It reminds me of tactics used to indoctrinate, to create double agents, and some of the other psychology operation techniques of which I have some familiarity. I am not sure if it was simply poor decision making, a really bad "all grown up" frat prank, or if there is something more to it. It was a bad call all day long. You don't just terrify people. That isn't training, it is terrorism. Someone, or some group of people, should lose their job over this.
This piece is about the laws of nature versus the nature of civilization, or some would suggest. Young people are playing dodgeball with Subways. Some folk are a bit unhappy with it. There is some suggestion that this behavior endangers other people, if that was never explained. While they admit such activity is not new, they suggest that social media is driving an expansion, perhaps explosion, of the risk taking, and the level of risk involved due to competition. The thing is, with risk comes reward. In a world in which the economy is dying, job prospects are thin, and the spread between the rich and the poor is accelerating even faster than redistribution and the spread of other socialist notions (which is why the rest of the world calls socialism conservative, as it creates then maintains two classes, upper/elite and the poor), there is little to be gained traditionally. Upward mobility, once turned into a competition based at least as much on skin color and sex, while maintaining the old boy system within the new quota paradigm, leaving merit as the dead last indicator, is causing people to drop out in record numbers. Adding in the war on private, small, business, there isn't a lot of room to wiggle. Might as well try to fly? Rigged games aren't worth playing, provably by the fleet feet of the unemployed and reduction in small business and home ownership. So they have picked their own game. Wait until they realize there is another, just as risky but possibly much better solution. Once you aren't afraid to die, and you realize you can still fight, and begin to realize that there are actually very few holding down the very many, just what games might begin to be... considered?
Oh, right. Sure did, if you meant to ask? Laundry is moving through the line, dishes got a fresh soak, I did a bit of looking for the potting soil, and did some other things... can't remember what all. But, yes, things are moving along swimmingly. I did stop taking the ritalin over a week ago. So that isn't the boost, if you were curious. The problem with it is I have a limited supply. So I need to take it when I can reliably take my blood pressure readings so as to have a leg to stand on when I ask for that medicine again. Even with it I was falling, definitely unable to take the readings every day. As I improve again, when I get to taking daily readings, I will restart that medicine.
Some mornings are simply really good.
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This isn't one of them. No? No! It's great!
By the bye, becca is up for Haiku Monday. Searching is the theme and loose are the rules... can't lose? It's a haiku burner's temptation to be sure.
The only problem, right off hand, is that I can't find my grump. I worked hard to earn that. Meh, I'll find it before long. Or earn another one. *grins*
My tomato plants are too tall for the cover over the seedling bay. The Serrano peppers are doing their best to follow suit. The rest of the peppers are more like me on a rainy day. Still, I can see, so far, ten jalapeno, twenty one Tai, and thirty Serrano pepper growths. Not a single habanero has deigned to grace me with it's budding. Hmm, to find potting soil. I am almost certain I have some somewhere. I big ol' bag of it too. With the peppers, I will wait until they are bigger. I guess they won't all go into the empty seedling sacks. But the tomatoes, today, today, very soon. The look and smell of little green 'critters' is wonderful. I guess I had forgotten the scent of new flora life. Little else is like it. I will put the cover on at night, best I can still, to hold in temp. But too, so when I open it in the morning I get that really strong waft of growy-smell. Love me some of that.
For the replant, I am thinking a two cup system, with some sort of spacer. Holes in the top(soil) cup, placing that in a second cup. Drainage, especially for peppers, is a must. Depending on how much space between the two cups as they nestle I may or may not need a spacer... I'll know soon enough.
What else? I have no clue! I may take the faucet off. While the hose sprayer still works just fine, trying to fill the sink with it is... pretty futile. I don't, if nothing else, have the strength and stamina to just stand that long. Nor the attention span, to be honest. Even though it has really good pressure, the sprayer just doesn't kick out as much water as a faucet does (or should). Takes forever. So the faucet isn't really doing me any good. And there is a chance I might be able to figure it out once I get it off the sink. Still, I'm thinking D.C.'s suggestions have merit. Shotgun or sawzall... I added the notion of a sledgehammer to the mix myself. These things are so cheesy anymore that there isn't but plastic in them. You can't even really recycle. If I do that, I may have to use a sawzall on some of it, to get a hands on, cut-away, look at the guts of the device. Just for... curiosity, education, call it what you will.
Oh, right, I have a few things to tend right away this morning though. I forgot about the dishes, so I will drain and soak those in fresh hot water. They are in a tub that fits in my bathtub. I need to deal with that to get a shower anyway, and I do want a shower. I hate trying to dry dishes out of a cold rinse, innit? Well, and probably wash the load that I forgot in the washing machine again, just in case, and make sure the dryer is clear for that load. The faucet ended up eating all other considerations once I got on it's trail. Easy enough to remedy though. Then I will... meditate on the ebb and flow of life, what to do and where to go, as life comes back to my muscle, bone, organs, and nerves. I am, again, waking, living, growing.
Later.
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This isn't one of them. No? No! It's great!
By the bye, becca is up for Haiku Monday. Searching is the theme and loose are the rules... can't lose? It's a haiku burner's temptation to be sure.
The only problem, right off hand, is that I can't find my grump. I worked hard to earn that. Meh, I'll find it before long. Or earn another one. *grins*
My tomato plants are too tall for the cover over the seedling bay. The Serrano peppers are doing their best to follow suit. The rest of the peppers are more like me on a rainy day. Still, I can see, so far, ten jalapeno, twenty one Tai, and thirty Serrano pepper growths. Not a single habanero has deigned to grace me with it's budding. Hmm, to find potting soil. I am almost certain I have some somewhere. I big ol' bag of it too. With the peppers, I will wait until they are bigger. I guess they won't all go into the empty seedling sacks. But the tomatoes, today, today, very soon. The look and smell of little green 'critters' is wonderful. I guess I had forgotten the scent of new flora life. Little else is like it. I will put the cover on at night, best I can still, to hold in temp. But too, so when I open it in the morning I get that really strong waft of growy-smell. Love me some of that.
For the replant, I am thinking a two cup system, with some sort of spacer. Holes in the top(soil) cup, placing that in a second cup. Drainage, especially for peppers, is a must. Depending on how much space between the two cups as they nestle I may or may not need a spacer... I'll know soon enough.
What else? I have no clue! I may take the faucet off. While the hose sprayer still works just fine, trying to fill the sink with it is... pretty futile. I don't, if nothing else, have the strength and stamina to just stand that long. Nor the attention span, to be honest. Even though it has really good pressure, the sprayer just doesn't kick out as much water as a faucet does (or should). Takes forever. So the faucet isn't really doing me any good. And there is a chance I might be able to figure it out once I get it off the sink. Still, I'm thinking D.C.'s suggestions have merit. Shotgun or sawzall... I added the notion of a sledgehammer to the mix myself. These things are so cheesy anymore that there isn't but plastic in them. You can't even really recycle. If I do that, I may have to use a sawzall on some of it, to get a hands on, cut-away, look at the guts of the device. Just for... curiosity, education, call it what you will.
Oh, right, I have a few things to tend right away this morning though. I forgot about the dishes, so I will drain and soak those in fresh hot water. They are in a tub that fits in my bathtub. I need to deal with that to get a shower anyway, and I do want a shower. I hate trying to dry dishes out of a cold rinse, innit? Well, and probably wash the load that I forgot in the washing machine again, just in case, and make sure the dryer is clear for that load. The faucet ended up eating all other considerations once I got on it's trail. Easy enough to remedy though. Then I will... meditate on the ebb and flow of life, what to do and where to go, as life comes back to my muscle, bone, organs, and nerves. I am, again, waking, living, growing.
Later.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Oh, I have a fine grump on.
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I tried to get to something today but it just wasn't happening. I tried more tools than you can imagine. I read through more useless posts on the internet than I care to remember. Nothing seems to work, nothing that I can find. I am actually amazed at how many hex, star, and other tools I have around, and how many types and sizes of those even exist. And yet not one of them that would enter the hole worked, while two thirds of my tools would not go in deep enough to find out... many I didn't even try as the handles were too long to make the angle to enter the hole in the first place. I haven't been looking for the tools required to remove the faucet yet. I may do that before I go to bed.
This project started out as a thing I had hoped to research, tinker with for an hour or three, then have settled for the day, possibly for good. I understood there was a chance that I wouldn't be able to fix it, if new parts were required. I did not think I would spend six to eight hours and not even be able to open the thing up. I will not buy a Moen again. Oh, I did get their site to function, without compromising my internet security any more than being on the internet requires. I found a slide show they offered for repairing their faucets. None of the four I could choose from was my faucet or even close.
It is about bedtime. If nothing else, I stuck with it until bedtime. Once I got started that is. I was either trying another set of tools I remembered having somewhere, doing research including watching some large number of completely off the mark YouTube videos along with a lot of reading and redefining search queries. Squat is what I have to show for it though. Still, I am pleased that I went as toe-to-toe with the thing as I was able. But this is why homeowners just toss, buy new, and have it installed even then. The moderately poor/lower middle class have fewer options. Still, I am thinking of buying new myself, buying a much better kit, skipping the installation cost as a savings, and that would be that. The thing is, if I go to the bother of uninstalling it, I couldn't keep from trying to open it up. If that is even possible without breaking it.
Tomorrow? I don't know. It took me a good long time to get going today. I do want to transplant some of the tomato seedlings, the extras. Perhaps some of the pepper plants could also be transplanted, if I think there are so few that they can go right into the barren plots, for the most part. If I can get to it, I may call my friend. If the weather is slightly warmer, the sun is out, and I am up to it by noon but no later than 14:00, I'll do it. No earlier, and later would be too late. I think.
Good night.
Something to dream about perhaps. Who knows though. Sometimes you just make those dreams real.
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I tried to get to something today but it just wasn't happening. I tried more tools than you can imagine. I read through more useless posts on the internet than I care to remember. Nothing seems to work, nothing that I can find. I am actually amazed at how many hex, star, and other tools I have around, and how many types and sizes of those even exist. And yet not one of them that would enter the hole worked, while two thirds of my tools would not go in deep enough to find out... many I didn't even try as the handles were too long to make the angle to enter the hole in the first place. I haven't been looking for the tools required to remove the faucet yet. I may do that before I go to bed.
This project started out as a thing I had hoped to research, tinker with for an hour or three, then have settled for the day, possibly for good. I understood there was a chance that I wouldn't be able to fix it, if new parts were required. I did not think I would spend six to eight hours and not even be able to open the thing up. I will not buy a Moen again. Oh, I did get their site to function, without compromising my internet security any more than being on the internet requires. I found a slide show they offered for repairing their faucets. None of the four I could choose from was my faucet or even close.
It is about bedtime. If nothing else, I stuck with it until bedtime. Once I got started that is. I was either trying another set of tools I remembered having somewhere, doing research including watching some large number of completely off the mark YouTube videos along with a lot of reading and redefining search queries. Squat is what I have to show for it though. Still, I am pleased that I went as toe-to-toe with the thing as I was able. But this is why homeowners just toss, buy new, and have it installed even then. The moderately poor/lower middle class have fewer options. Still, I am thinking of buying new myself, buying a much better kit, skipping the installation cost as a savings, and that would be that. The thing is, if I go to the bother of uninstalling it, I couldn't keep from trying to open it up. If that is even possible without breaking it.
Tomorrow? I don't know. It took me a good long time to get going today. I do want to transplant some of the tomato seedlings, the extras. Perhaps some of the pepper plants could also be transplanted, if I think there are so few that they can go right into the barren plots, for the most part. If I can get to it, I may call my friend. If the weather is slightly warmer, the sun is out, and I am up to it by noon but no later than 14:00, I'll do it. No earlier, and later would be too late. I think.
Good night.
Something to dream about perhaps. Who knows though. Sometimes you just make those dreams real.
Tinkering, a bit.
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I'm not always sure what project will get under my skin and make it to the top of the list. Today it happened to be my kitchen faucet. After a bit of research, I was told to find a hole in, on, under the faucet handle that would allow for an allen wrench, so as to loosen or remove a screw, set screw they seem to call it. I have been looking the thing over all morning and not finding it. They always show them on the front of the handle. After enough back and forth I did finally find it. It is on the back of the handle. Further, there is no way to get my head back far enough, or pull the whole device forward enough, that I can see. The set screw could be anywhere along the travel of the handle, up, down, left, to right. Further, I have no idea what size of an allen wrench is needed. I have tried several, but it all feels the same. I don't even know if I am hitting the screw or... I really despise poor engineering. This means, most likely, I will have to pull the whole thing. I'm still thinking on it though. That is a lot more work than I really want to do. It involves emptying the cupboard under the sink, finding the tools for that which I do have... bought them for the installation in the first place, then repairing and replacing after all that. What a pain. That is, unless I can figure something else out or just get lucky.
I can't find the package it came in, nothing is written on the faucet, and it was several years ago so it might well have been discontinued... for obvious reasons. Idiots. Gah! I could have sworn I saved the box and instructions. But when my mom visits nothing is sacrosanct. It might just have gone. I might even have seen it go, but have learned to pick my battles. Hmm, I should have remembered to take out any paperwork and put it with the rest of that though. Next time, perhaps. It may just be easier to simply buy a new faucet, with what I know, and be done with it. Even if I get this thing out, and open, I then have to buy parts of some unknown cost. Diminishing returns on time, effort, and money are kicking in... Still, I'm... thinking...
I best get the tomatoes replanted. They are simply running absolutely wild! I don't think I will need to stake them, from what I have read, until they go outdoors or get really big indoors. More of the peppers are coming up, if they are very scarce compared to the tomatoes. I sure hope the habanero come up. Those are the whole main point of gardening this year! If all else fails, I may try another batch of seedlings. I have another package. I bought two, just in case. Then again, the instructions with the pack, and those I have found online, seem to suggest the hotter the pepper the slower they are to germinate. Time almost always tells.
Later.
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I'm not always sure what project will get under my skin and make it to the top of the list. Today it happened to be my kitchen faucet. After a bit of research, I was told to find a hole in, on, under the faucet handle that would allow for an allen wrench, so as to loosen or remove a screw, set screw they seem to call it. I have been looking the thing over all morning and not finding it. They always show them on the front of the handle. After enough back and forth I did finally find it. It is on the back of the handle. Further, there is no way to get my head back far enough, or pull the whole device forward enough, that I can see. The set screw could be anywhere along the travel of the handle, up, down, left, to right. Further, I have no idea what size of an allen wrench is needed. I have tried several, but it all feels the same. I don't even know if I am hitting the screw or... I really despise poor engineering. This means, most likely, I will have to pull the whole thing. I'm still thinking on it though. That is a lot more work than I really want to do. It involves emptying the cupboard under the sink, finding the tools for that which I do have... bought them for the installation in the first place, then repairing and replacing after all that. What a pain. That is, unless I can figure something else out or just get lucky.
I can't find the package it came in, nothing is written on the faucet, and it was several years ago so it might well have been discontinued... for obvious reasons. Idiots. Gah! I could have sworn I saved the box and instructions. But when my mom visits nothing is sacrosanct. It might just have gone. I might even have seen it go, but have learned to pick my battles. Hmm, I should have remembered to take out any paperwork and put it with the rest of that though. Next time, perhaps. It may just be easier to simply buy a new faucet, with what I know, and be done with it. Even if I get this thing out, and open, I then have to buy parts of some unknown cost. Diminishing returns on time, effort, and money are kicking in... Still, I'm... thinking...
I best get the tomatoes replanted. They are simply running absolutely wild! I don't think I will need to stake them, from what I have read, until they go outdoors or get really big indoors. More of the peppers are coming up, if they are very scarce compared to the tomatoes. I sure hope the habanero come up. Those are the whole main point of gardening this year! If all else fails, I may try another batch of seedlings. I have another package. I bought two, just in case. Then again, the instructions with the pack, and those I have found online, seem to suggest the hotter the pepper the slower they are to germinate. Time almost always tells.
Later.
Tomato, jalapeno, Tai, and Serrano are up.
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Only the tomato plants are bursting out. The rest are waking slowly, timidly. No sign, I think, of the habanero plants. As well, the pepper seeds aren't all on the rise, or don't seem to be. They must have a lower germination rate? All are supposed to be heritage, if I got it right and wasn't scammed. Simply, I want to harvest my own seed for next year, and perhaps, in time, tinker with cross pollination as a little hobby thing. But mostly it is to ensure seed, regarding prepping.
I need to research when and how to transplant. I have a bunch of plastic cups in my stocks, which will work just fine. My guess is even the tomato plants won't get too big for these cups before it is time to plant them outdoors. I also need to find out if I should be using bits of something to stake the tomatoes even at their current size. The peppers, I think, will do fine without that effort. It would be good to know, though, at about what size they will need to be transplanted into a cup. The other thing to figure out is how to deal with the cups. I am thinking, perhaps... a sodacan flat, with uniform holes cut in the bottom, placed over another flat, or simply upside down, for stability... one way or another. The question is, how many flats will be needed? Questions, always questions. Aye, but tinkering is my way when I can have my way.
I think I am awake enough to finish the dishes. A quick additional hot soak and some cooling time, on top of what they have, then to dry before they get cold again. Tending laundry and setting up a line of loads would also be good. After I get a bit of that going, I may have to... seek an escape from my home. It seems pretty cool outdoors yet still though, so I am not sure about shooting. That depends on whether my friend can handle the cold or not, and whether he feels up to it. But a bit of work on leveling the earth around the new hydrant wouldn't be a bad thing. And maybe even spading a small patch for the remnant seeds. I personally think we are past the frosting stages. Difficult to know, for sure. Well, and I could always cover the seedlings if I think a frost is coming, with some hope, if any of the seedlings seem to be popping. More tinkering, I suppose.
On to it. Good day.
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Only the tomato plants are bursting out. The rest are waking slowly, timidly. No sign, I think, of the habanero plants. As well, the pepper seeds aren't all on the rise, or don't seem to be. They must have a lower germination rate? All are supposed to be heritage, if I got it right and wasn't scammed. Simply, I want to harvest my own seed for next year, and perhaps, in time, tinker with cross pollination as a little hobby thing. But mostly it is to ensure seed, regarding prepping.
What a weird morning, and last few nights.
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Health must be on the rebound. I questioned that this morning though. When I woke, I looked at several of my time pieces at various points until I finally woke. The first time I looked it said 11:00 plus whatever. But I could not get up, and it looked so dark out that between the overcast and my weak capacity at the time I simply could not kick out. Stormy? So back down into the bottomless well of sleep I lept. Some time later I woke again. It seemed to be 13:00, and still with a dark, mean look outside from what I could see. I knew I HAD to get up, but I still didn't really want to. I laid there in half sleep for a bit before finding how to get the lower half of my body to springblade out and to shove my feet to the floor. I get up fast, and move quick, once I make that call, at least if it's a natural wake. Watch a bison kick itself out of a sleep and to it's feet if you want an example. A sprint to the bathroom too. I like moving fast just to try to get some blood moving. I do try, and my natural impulse is and has always been to go, go, go! If I could just... capture that.
Still not awake, really, but up, as I was heading to the bathroom, something seemed... off? Never mind. I did my duty for nature's sake, then headed back to start my electronic waking routine. Something is off, but what? I lit the smart phone, started the bigger machine, and... looked around. Was that the sun coming in? Maybe the sun was peeking out, or had melted the dark off? All good. Some of my tomatoes are as much as 3" to 5" inches high and I would guess of the 24 seeds I planted, 18-23 are up, perhaps all of them. Wow. Of course that means I need to begin considering replanting or just plain thinning some of those. Okay. And they are loving that sun. They move toward the sun like little green flora ballet dancers. Anyway, so I open the curtains to one of the sunniest days I have seen in some time. Not a cloud in the sky did I see. Huh? Never mind, I'll take it.
Back to the machines. Ah, right. I occasionally unplug the modem at night to let it all reset. I had to plug it in and let it run through it's own start-up routines. But I can check my phone for email, updates, and even blog surf if I want. But... bleh, too small for surfing save if there is no other option. And my eyes are getting older. Oh, I can still read small/fine print with good light, just not when I first wake. And many bloggers still don't have their blog set to be smart-phone friendly, so it's a nuisance. Email, however, lets me know what's up, a bit, on my blog. Yes, in case you ask, I did, finally, gear my blog for smart-phone friendly behavior... years ago if I remember rightly, if I wasn't cutting edge on that.
At some point it hit me. It could not be after 13:00, could it? Or did I just go crazy full steam? Smart phone, tell me the truth. Just a wee after 7:00? Really? Crazy dream cycles. On top of the weird morning thing, though, there was more. I have had, perhaps, six erotic dreams that I remember in my whole life. Between yesterday night and last night though, I just went to eight. I remember them because they are so... different. No details are forthcoming, save that... Wow. That impulse is powerful. I hate those dreams though. They are more potent than what flesh seemingly can offer account. No amount of prayer is able to maintain celibacy at that point. Oh, I do try. Stand in front of an avalanche and pray, you'll get the idea. God just doesn't seem to want me to... forget. It sometimes takes me days to recover some semblance of control again. And if I am right and it is a sign of returning health, it will be a week or more to iron that with a Catholicized form of Zen again. *calm waters* Gah! *cool breezes* Gah! etc.
Still, it is funny too. I know what I am up against and why, for all my belief of their faults, I can't give up on women. I like women for many other reasons, and more so for those other reasons, even to include some of those faults. *impish grin* So if I can't handle this minor part of my love of the feminine... I just realize I was born to... seek them. I am even weakly strong enough to seek merely one at a time at this time, and have been even before I came to faith. It also suggests health is on the rebound. There is nothing like the buffalo stampede of my libido's return to know that, that's the power of love? The two go hand in hand, every time.
Oh, and I did put a load of laundry in and do a load of dishes yesterday. I completed neither task, but that is why I was given today. And, perhaps, more on top of that. It is time to begin living again I think. Digging out of my hibernation burrow is never easy, but I think, looking back on it, that is exactly what I have been doing, and trying to do. Keeping up on medicine as well as I have been able anyway has also made this more likely as it becomes possible. Hup! Good day.
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Health must be on the rebound. I questioned that this morning though. When I woke, I looked at several of my time pieces at various points until I finally woke. The first time I looked it said 11:00 plus whatever. But I could not get up, and it looked so dark out that between the overcast and my weak capacity at the time I simply could not kick out. Stormy? So back down into the bottomless well of sleep I lept. Some time later I woke again. It seemed to be 13:00, and still with a dark, mean look outside from what I could see. I knew I HAD to get up, but I still didn't really want to. I laid there in half sleep for a bit before finding how to get the lower half of my body to springblade out and to shove my feet to the floor. I get up fast, and move quick, once I make that call, at least if it's a natural wake. Watch a bison kick itself out of a sleep and to it's feet if you want an example. A sprint to the bathroom too. I like moving fast just to try to get some blood moving. I do try, and my natural impulse is and has always been to go, go, go! If I could just... capture that.
Still not awake, really, but up, as I was heading to the bathroom, something seemed... off? Never mind. I did my duty for nature's sake, then headed back to start my electronic waking routine. Something is off, but what? I lit the smart phone, started the bigger machine, and... looked around. Was that the sun coming in? Maybe the sun was peeking out, or had melted the dark off? All good. Some of my tomatoes are as much as 3" to 5" inches high and I would guess of the 24 seeds I planted, 18-23 are up, perhaps all of them. Wow. Of course that means I need to begin considering replanting or just plain thinning some of those. Okay. And they are loving that sun. They move toward the sun like little green flora ballet dancers. Anyway, so I open the curtains to one of the sunniest days I have seen in some time. Not a cloud in the sky did I see. Huh? Never mind, I'll take it.
Back to the machines. Ah, right. I occasionally unplug the modem at night to let it all reset. I had to plug it in and let it run through it's own start-up routines. But I can check my phone for email, updates, and even blog surf if I want. But... bleh, too small for surfing save if there is no other option. And my eyes are getting older. Oh, I can still read small/fine print with good light, just not when I first wake. And many bloggers still don't have their blog set to be smart-phone friendly, so it's a nuisance. Email, however, lets me know what's up, a bit, on my blog. Yes, in case you ask, I did, finally, gear my blog for smart-phone friendly behavior... years ago if I remember rightly, if I wasn't cutting edge on that.
At some point it hit me. It could not be after 13:00, could it? Or did I just go crazy full steam? Smart phone, tell me the truth. Just a wee after 7:00? Really? Crazy dream cycles. On top of the weird morning thing, though, there was more. I have had, perhaps, six erotic dreams that I remember in my whole life. Between yesterday night and last night though, I just went to eight. I remember them because they are so... different. No details are forthcoming, save that... Wow. That impulse is powerful. I hate those dreams though. They are more potent than what flesh seemingly can offer account. No amount of prayer is able to maintain celibacy at that point. Oh, I do try. Stand in front of an avalanche and pray, you'll get the idea. God just doesn't seem to want me to... forget. It sometimes takes me days to recover some semblance of control again. And if I am right and it is a sign of returning health, it will be a week or more to iron that with a Catholicized form of Zen again. *calm waters* Gah! *cool breezes* Gah! etc.
Still, it is funny too. I know what I am up against and why, for all my belief of their faults, I can't give up on women. I like women for many other reasons, and more so for those other reasons, even to include some of those faults. *impish grin* So if I can't handle this minor part of my love of the feminine... I just realize I was born to... seek them. I am even weakly strong enough to seek merely one at a time at this time, and have been even before I came to faith. It also suggests health is on the rebound. There is nothing like the buffalo stampede of my libido's return to know that, that's the power of love? The two go hand in hand, every time.
Oh, and I did put a load of laundry in and do a load of dishes yesterday. I completed neither task, but that is why I was given today. And, perhaps, more on top of that. It is time to begin living again I think. Digging out of my hibernation burrow is never easy, but I think, looking back on it, that is exactly what I have been doing, and trying to do. Keeping up on medicine as well as I have been able anyway has also made this more likely as it becomes possible. Hup! Good day.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Tricky? Of course.
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The sun is mostly out. There are clouds about, the sun is simply winning. It makes for a pleasant viewing experience. I am feeling better, thinking a bit more clearly, and just going about my day. I haven't been able to get going on much. I am stuck, a bit, on some prep for Burning Man.
With the outfit I would like to create in mind and view, I had a lot of things to consider. First, deciding whether to tie the netting myself or to buy it. Cost, time, and complexity all being factors. I did find a tutorial regarding creating netting. I even believe I have enough parachute cord on hand to do such. The complexity, and size, however... I may end up tinkering with creating netting, but I am not quite ready to try that, and in a timed event. I decided to buy netting after a lot of thinking, comparing, pricing. Next, choosing materials is an ongoing task. I do think cotton, of some sort, muslin being preferred, would work. At least as a lasting material, and if thin enough and layered correctly, a cool material. There are other cool materials, including rayon. The thing is, whatever fabric I choose, it also has to be malleable. That is some serious curling of the material going on, probably with the cloth on a serious bias so as to be 'sharp' at the ends. I suppose it could be roll-ironed, a technique I just made up from looking at the prototype. And to be honest, I made up the bias cut thing too, if some of it looks to just be attacked stringers. Hands on the thing would be better, but I don't have that luxury. And, how exactly do you ask a search engine how to roll cloth so as to produce a ghostly, or ghastly, shredded, smokey appearance? Well, okay, I know how to ask the software device, I just don't know how to ask so that I get a useful answer.
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The sun is mostly out. There are clouds about, the sun is simply winning. It makes for a pleasant viewing experience. I am feeling better, thinking a bit more clearly, and just going about my day. I haven't been able to get going on much. I am stuck, a bit, on some prep for Burning Man.
With the outfit I would like to create in mind and view, I had a lot of things to consider. First, deciding whether to tie the netting myself or to buy it. Cost, time, and complexity all being factors. I did find a tutorial regarding creating netting. I even believe I have enough parachute cord on hand to do such. The complexity, and size, however... I may end up tinkering with creating netting, but I am not quite ready to try that, and in a timed event. I decided to buy netting after a lot of thinking, comparing, pricing. Next, choosing materials is an ongoing task. I do think cotton, of some sort, muslin being preferred, would work. At least as a lasting material, and if thin enough and layered correctly, a cool material. There are other cool materials, including rayon. The thing is, whatever fabric I choose, it also has to be malleable. That is some serious curling of the material going on, probably with the cloth on a serious bias so as to be 'sharp' at the ends. I suppose it could be roll-ironed, a technique I just made up from looking at the prototype. And to be honest, I made up the bias cut thing too, if some of it looks to just be attacked stringers. Hands on the thing would be better, but I don't have that luxury. And, how exactly do you ask a search engine how to roll cloth so as to produce a ghostly, or ghastly, shredded, smokey appearance? Well, okay, I know how to ask the software device, I just don't know how to ask so that I get a useful answer.
To bed way late but up way early equals four?
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Ah well, there is a bit more to it. Isn't there always? Yesterday I napped. I had meant to take a typical, if rarely had, three hour nap. I even had the opportunity to suspend my sleep at three hours into it. Something told me to double down. I did, nearly. I'm not sure there was much real choice though. Another two hours in the sack roaster and this rooster was... well... done with the roaster if still not the cock of the walk. The nap helped me limp by. Not that it always means something in the next sleep cycle, but it can. Today it did. I think. I never really know.
More though, when I woke this morning, before my brain was working, I had already found pajamas... don't always wear them to bed. That conformity to norms or prudery or comfort or whatever your claims for it might be requires energy and a conscious will, save I suppose if you have everything laid out every day? Well, I didn't have it and don't do that, so of course not. Oh, and when I wake, for the last three to ten days or something, can't remember through the fog, I've been pretty much just wandering around in my socks, boxer briefs, and a grin on when I thought about it or one of you yahoos or some other bit of data made me grin. I remember hating to wear clothes until I was forced to do so for school. I still hate clothes, but I am now addicted. So, that says something. Anywhile... Further, right after the usual morning trip to return fluids to the wild, I made coffee. I was half way through making coffee when I just about shouted a cheer and jumped for joy. I really wanted to do so, but even on a good day, being that early, it just isn't there yet. I might do it later.
Why all the fuss, you ask? Because for some time now, my automatics have been down. What happened this morning was without thought, but what I wanted, and as it should but hasn't been. No, I suppose, you don't understand. And I pray, honestly, to God, that you never do. This doesn't mean a thing else will be done today. It doesn't mean a thing about tomorrow, whatever that might end up looking like. It only means, for an half hour, "it" worked.
What woke me, to my mind, was the end of a dream. I had gone to one of the Ivy Leagues. Unlike last time, without my last lady friend. This time they didn't have her to give away that I was conservative, Christian, or... whatever she told them that soured them. Until she did? I had been all but in. I stayed with a prof and his wife, and they had become enamored it seems. I thought I kept messing up in my answers, and personal questions, but I guess not. Whatever. It seems, other than politics and possibly religion, that I'm a natural to them. Oh, and I hadn't really wanted to get in, I had just wanted 'the nod'. Technically, even with my hard core lefty bump with, I got it. She just killed the game, jealousy and showing her up was too much for her weak ego. Two schools, actually, gave me the notion of the nod. My health, of course, wouldn't have allowed it. Money? If you go, it comes. Everybody knows that, save my lady friend. Then again, I think she feared losing me at the time. We were still... a thing. Jealous in more ways than one methinks.
Anyway, so I got in. And, being of the nature I am, it was actually noted that I took care of details, that I followed through, and that I did things correctly even if it was a bit humbling. I must have had a return to health. In any case, my actions were noted. My lead nemesis was... a pampered child, of an adult nature about my own age, kept doing some flash then dancing without care away from the project he had undertaken up to that point. I ended up well and truly winning that 'argument', socially, literally, academically. It was a beautiful thing. Yes, yes, all about war and contests and winning. But, to a degree, that is the gist of life, innit? Perhaps women are just generally blind to this in it's full context. Sympathy is fine, but not for the devil. Gifting the poor and needy is fine, but not the ones who choose that. You would think that would lead them to understand the why of some things, but often it just leads them deeper into contested areas and still with no clue. This too will be fixed by the weights of nature. If we lose they will end up in burqas. Actually, it probably has been settled, it just hasn't hit yet. Time. Sure wish I could take to wing... this will get ugly before, or if, it gets better. Governments have a way of doubling down on stupid to the blood cost of many. I will need, to my way of thinking, some mobility in order to... look for things.
So, a cup of joe, warm pj's, a quirky successful dream, and now to blog it all. Just in case it all slips from my weak grasp before I can fully enjoy it. The great tales of Heracles? Something. Oh, and I feel good. Body, mind, spirit. Still a bit shaky as I wake, as will always be the case probably. But I see, of flesh, and more than just flashes from the fog or memory. I see clearly... through shadow, fog, skin, flesh, bone, and right to the clean, I do, again. I am awake for the first time in...
Well, now to fully wake and get to something, perhaps. I couldn't have gone shooting yesterday. But it worked out I think. It was simply too cold for my friend to have wanted to go. It is probably too cold today. Until that front passes on, or a bit more. There were supposed to be cold winds from the north, north west, that push the thing along. That won't warm things, actually quite the opposite. Until it warms I can tinker in, on, about, and throughout the cave. And, I think, I will.
Ah, something I noticed last night. The tomatoes are already up! Nothing in the pepper area, but those take a long time to germinate, as long as two weeks for some of them. The hotter, for peppers it is said, the slower to germinate. Some of the tomatoes are as much as an inch high though. All very good!
Oh, and good morning. Hurry up and wake already. Shall we play a game? Be careful what you wish.
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Ah well, there is a bit more to it. Isn't there always? Yesterday I napped. I had meant to take a typical, if rarely had, three hour nap. I even had the opportunity to suspend my sleep at three hours into it. Something told me to double down. I did, nearly. I'm not sure there was much real choice though. Another two hours in the sack roaster and this rooster was... well... done with the roaster if still not the cock of the walk. The nap helped me limp by. Not that it always means something in the next sleep cycle, but it can. Today it did. I think. I never really know.
More though, when I woke this morning, before my brain was working, I had already found pajamas... don't always wear them to bed. That conformity to norms or prudery or comfort or whatever your claims for it might be requires energy and a conscious will, save I suppose if you have everything laid out every day? Well, I didn't have it and don't do that, so of course not. Oh, and when I wake, for the last three to ten days or something, can't remember through the fog, I've been pretty much just wandering around in my socks, boxer briefs, and a grin on when I thought about it or one of you yahoos or some other bit of data made me grin. I remember hating to wear clothes until I was forced to do so for school. I still hate clothes, but I am now addicted. So, that says something. Anywhile... Further, right after the usual morning trip to return fluids to the wild, I made coffee. I was half way through making coffee when I just about shouted a cheer and jumped for joy. I really wanted to do so, but even on a good day, being that early, it just isn't there yet. I might do it later.
Why all the fuss, you ask? Because for some time now, my automatics have been down. What happened this morning was without thought, but what I wanted, and as it should but hasn't been. No, I suppose, you don't understand. And I pray, honestly, to God, that you never do. This doesn't mean a thing else will be done today. It doesn't mean a thing about tomorrow, whatever that might end up looking like. It only means, for an half hour, "it" worked.
What woke me, to my mind, was the end of a dream. I had gone to one of the Ivy Leagues. Unlike last time, without my last lady friend. This time they didn't have her to give away that I was conservative, Christian, or... whatever she told them that soured them. Until she did? I had been all but in. I stayed with a prof and his wife, and they had become enamored it seems. I thought I kept messing up in my answers, and personal questions, but I guess not. Whatever. It seems, other than politics and possibly religion, that I'm a natural to them. Oh, and I hadn't really wanted to get in, I had just wanted 'the nod'. Technically, even with my hard core lefty bump with, I got it. She just killed the game, jealousy and showing her up was too much for her weak ego. Two schools, actually, gave me the notion of the nod. My health, of course, wouldn't have allowed it. Money? If you go, it comes. Everybody knows that, save my lady friend. Then again, I think she feared losing me at the time. We were still... a thing. Jealous in more ways than one methinks.
Anyway, so I got in. And, being of the nature I am, it was actually noted that I took care of details, that I followed through, and that I did things correctly even if it was a bit humbling. I must have had a return to health. In any case, my actions were noted. My lead nemesis was... a pampered child, of an adult nature about my own age, kept doing some flash then dancing without care away from the project he had undertaken up to that point. I ended up well and truly winning that 'argument', socially, literally, academically. It was a beautiful thing. Yes, yes, all about war and contests and winning. But, to a degree, that is the gist of life, innit? Perhaps women are just generally blind to this in it's full context. Sympathy is fine, but not for the devil. Gifting the poor and needy is fine, but not the ones who choose that. You would think that would lead them to understand the why of some things, but often it just leads them deeper into contested areas and still with no clue. This too will be fixed by the weights of nature. If we lose they will end up in burqas. Actually, it probably has been settled, it just hasn't hit yet. Time. Sure wish I could take to wing... this will get ugly before, or if, it gets better. Governments have a way of doubling down on stupid to the blood cost of many. I will need, to my way of thinking, some mobility in order to... look for things.
So, a cup of joe, warm pj's, a quirky successful dream, and now to blog it all. Just in case it all slips from my weak grasp before I can fully enjoy it. The great tales of Heracles? Something. Oh, and I feel good. Body, mind, spirit. Still a bit shaky as I wake, as will always be the case probably. But I see, of flesh, and more than just flashes from the fog or memory. I see clearly... through shadow, fog, skin, flesh, bone, and right to the clean, I do, again. I am awake for the first time in...
Well, now to fully wake and get to something, perhaps. I couldn't have gone shooting yesterday. But it worked out I think. It was simply too cold for my friend to have wanted to go. It is probably too cold today. Until that front passes on, or a bit more. There were supposed to be cold winds from the north, north west, that push the thing along. That won't warm things, actually quite the opposite. Until it warms I can tinker in, on, about, and throughout the cave. And, I think, I will.
Ah, something I noticed last night. The tomatoes are already up! Nothing in the pepper area, but those take a long time to germinate, as long as two weeks for some of them. The hotter, for peppers it is said, the slower to germinate. Some of the tomatoes are as much as an inch high though. All very good!
Oh, and good morning. Hurry up and wake already. Shall we play a game? Be careful what you wish.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
A project. One you might be able to assist?
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No, no, I don't need money. Well, who doesn't need, or at least want, money. Just... What I need, from you? Hold your horses, I'm getting to it.
As I have mentioned, I am planning on attending Burning man. There is much planning and prep that must take place, on the practical side. To be honest I have most of that squared, owned or designed in through time. However, on the other side, I don't have anything to wear. Mostly, mind you, I will just be in simple garb. Jeans, shorts, t-shirts, and even polos. For the most part I yam what I sweet potato. Between heat, wind, sand/dirt, and rain, I won't be taking my finery... what humble and little of that I have anyway. Yet I would like to do something a little different.
I have been thinking on it. Sure, I suppose, if I wanted to square things out and push things financially, I could go hog-crazy and buy a ton of various gear, most of which would not end up being worn and would most likely simply add to the wash when I got home and for no good purpose. However, for an occasional distraction, I would like to make something. My sewing machine has not been repaired yet, and even if so my skills are not yet up to par to begin spitting out anything probably up to the event. Hmm...
While looking through the internet for something on face paint, war paint, camo designs, and such, I hit on something totally bizzarro. I saw... potential. Then I considered what I had at first been seeking, and a connection came to the fore. Of course I would not buy a, probably, expensive designer thing. However, such a design would work well on a ghillie suit format, and I have been considering building a ghillie suit otherwise. This one would also need a torn cape and shell-hat-hoodie sort of thing. So... I could both practice and actually make something for Burning Man in one fell swoop? Why... yes I could! Further, with just a bit of attention, as I am modest, it might be made to be a very cool and cooling (physically) device. Oh, many think black is the wrong color to wear in heat. There are many a desert dweller who would disagree. It is a matter, to a degree, of design, and perhaps material.
This is where you might be able to help. Of what material do you think that garment was made? Would that material hold up well to high desert heat, wind, potentially rain? Just so long as it doesn't become litter, or worse deteriorate in days, I don't fear much else. If I had to guess, I would say Rayon, crinkle(d)? I know that shrinks in a hot dryer, but in the desert? What materials would work well, otherwise? Can you help? Uhrm, I think I'll stick with my knee high engineering boots, however. Just... I have my limits. No Elf gear. *hrumph!*
I also saw something my co-adventurer might want to replicate? A reasonable take on a favored show? I could see him, maybe, doing that.
Yes, yes, silly, to be sure. But it is something to do. I will get some experience making ghillie suits. And it will keep me out of trouble, or just out of bed these days. Good night.
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No, no, I don't need money. Well, who doesn't need, or at least want, money. Just... What I need, from you? Hold your horses, I'm getting to it.
As I have mentioned, I am planning on attending Burning man. There is much planning and prep that must take place, on the practical side. To be honest I have most of that squared, owned or designed in through time. However, on the other side, I don't have anything to wear. Mostly, mind you, I will just be in simple garb. Jeans, shorts, t-shirts, and even polos. For the most part I yam what I sweet potato. Between heat, wind, sand/dirt, and rain, I won't be taking my finery... what humble and little of that I have anyway. Yet I would like to do something a little different.
I have been thinking on it. Sure, I suppose, if I wanted to square things out and push things financially, I could go hog-crazy and buy a ton of various gear, most of which would not end up being worn and would most likely simply add to the wash when I got home and for no good purpose. However, for an occasional distraction, I would like to make something. My sewing machine has not been repaired yet, and even if so my skills are not yet up to par to begin spitting out anything probably up to the event. Hmm...
While looking through the internet for something on face paint, war paint, camo designs, and such, I hit on something totally bizzarro. I saw... potential. Then I considered what I had at first been seeking, and a connection came to the fore. Of course I would not buy a, probably, expensive designer thing. However, such a design would work well on a ghillie suit format, and I have been considering building a ghillie suit otherwise. This one would also need a torn cape and shell-hat-hoodie sort of thing. So... I could both practice and actually make something for Burning Man in one fell swoop? Why... yes I could! Further, with just a bit of attention, as I am modest, it might be made to be a very cool and cooling (physically) device. Oh, many think black is the wrong color to wear in heat. There are many a desert dweller who would disagree. It is a matter, to a degree, of design, and perhaps material.
This is where you might be able to help. Of what material do you think that garment was made? Would that material hold up well to high desert heat, wind, potentially rain? Just so long as it doesn't become litter, or worse deteriorate in days, I don't fear much else. If I had to guess, I would say Rayon, crinkle(d)? I know that shrinks in a hot dryer, but in the desert? What materials would work well, otherwise? Can you help? Uhrm, I think I'll stick with my knee high engineering boots, however. Just... I have my limits. No Elf gear. *hrumph!*
I also saw something my co-adventurer might want to replicate? A reasonable take on a favored show? I could see him, maybe, doing that.
Yes, yes, silly, to be sure. But it is something to do. I will get some experience making ghillie suits. And it will keep me out of trouble, or just out of bed these days. Good night.
The Judgment.
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This judging is trickier. More options, fewer constraints, no tricks, and I have a soft spot... or more. Do wine and women count? Uhrm, how about song? Yeah, yeah, I've become cloistered by health and a bit by faith, but it doesn't mean... never mind. Anyway, these are among my many and splendid soft spots. Wild, "ugly", furry, and finned. I've had some call to know some rather regular on to radical little and big fellow beasts. But more, I have sympathy with the love others share with the creatures they have met. I can't pick on that basis. And more, haiku rules, when limited, eliminates technical judging for the most part. This time it comes down to those unknown factors that rule a man's heart and mind. Genetic? How one was raised? Or created whole cloth once one cuts the apron strings and escapes school? I think that latter, for me, almost certainly.
I have narrowed the list to my favorite per person. This task itself was no easy task. Like any difficult job though, you just do your best. I was looking for posts that evinced some mental imagery or feeling that was unique among the others. Tomorrow it might well be different, but for right now I am rock solid on it. I think. All fun and games until you are judging haiku!
serendipity (I almost did your peregrine falcon poem, just so you know Doom isn't asleep)
Seven springs they’ve come.
Lord and lady from far lands.
Demanding henscratch.
My heart runs ahead
On four feet, chasing the clouds.
Sleeping in the sun.
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foam
Slumbered, unaware ...
Startled! "What?" .. Sideways glare finds
Clawed cat perched on hip ...
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becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
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fishy
Horrid Chihuahua
Became Mom's favorite child
Winter solstice blues
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Fleurdeleo
Uninvited guest.
Gluetrap, blunt force or poison?
I turn a blind eye.
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BlazngScarlet
Deep, soulful brown eyes
Pierced my wintry March heart
Forever you're home
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Karl
Warm water returns
Friends come to visit, seek food
Provide or become
---------------------------------
Rafael
Huntress preys no more
Eight lives down; just one to go
licks her WOUND instead
I was going to do honorable mention. But you all got it, so... like... why? Seriously. I'm doing this half asleep, if I slept on it so it was there, I did the first honorable mention doodad, copied it, and started pasting it. I got halfway down the list and just had to laugh as I realized the problem as I was about to paste the doodad on the next haiku poem too.
So, who gets the nod? Congratulations becca.
becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
My lawyer suggests I add that; this contest is nonrefundable; that I am not, and not required to be, fair according to anyone's written, considered, unspoken, or other notions of what that means save my own; and that all decisions rendered by this panel of one and a half (been called Tiny and Slim just because people are a bit dim or think they are funny mind you) are final. Bribery does work, if you wish to keep that in mind. Of course, none of you have my address, and if you found it and contacted me the creep factor might make the bribe attempt prohibitively expensive, but that's just a side note to a side note.
Now go out and have some fun!
.
This judging is trickier. More options, fewer constraints, no tricks, and I have a soft spot... or more. Do wine and women count? Uhrm, how about song? Yeah, yeah, I've become cloistered by health and a bit by faith, but it doesn't mean... never mind. Anyway, these are among my many and splendid soft spots. Wild, "ugly", furry, and finned. I've had some call to know some rather regular on to radical little and big fellow beasts. But more, I have sympathy with the love others share with the creatures they have met. I can't pick on that basis. And more, haiku rules, when limited, eliminates technical judging for the most part. This time it comes down to those unknown factors that rule a man's heart and mind. Genetic? How one was raised? Or created whole cloth once one cuts the apron strings and escapes school? I think that latter, for me, almost certainly.
I have narrowed the list to my favorite per person. This task itself was no easy task. Like any difficult job though, you just do your best. I was looking for posts that evinced some mental imagery or feeling that was unique among the others. Tomorrow it might well be different, but for right now I am rock solid on it. I think. All fun and games until you are judging haiku!
serendipity (I almost did your peregrine falcon poem, just so you know Doom isn't asleep)
Seven springs they’ve come.
Lord and lady from far lands.
Demanding henscratch.
---------------------------------
Michael W.My heart runs ahead
On four feet, chasing the clouds.
Sleeping in the sun.
---------------------------------
foam
Slumbered, unaware ...
Startled! "What?" .. Sideways glare finds
Clawed cat perched on hip ...
---------------------------------
becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
---------------------------------
fishy
Horrid Chihuahua
Became Mom's favorite child
Winter solstice blues
---------------------------------
Fleurdeleo
Uninvited guest.
Gluetrap, blunt force or poison?
I turn a blind eye.
---------------------------------
BlazngScarlet
Deep, soulful brown eyes
Pierced my wintry March heart
Forever you're home
---------------------------------
Karl
Warm water returns
Friends come to visit, seek food
Provide or become
---------------------------------
Rafael
Huntress preys no more
Eight lives down; just one to go
licks her WOUND instead
I was going to do honorable mention. But you all got it, so... like... why? Seriously. I'm doing this half asleep, if I slept on it so it was there, I did the first honorable mention doodad, copied it, and started pasting it. I got halfway down the list and just had to laugh as I realized the problem as I was about to paste the doodad on the next haiku poem too.
So, who gets the nod? Congratulations becca.
becca
child's giggles erupt
Love springs unconditional
best friends forever
My lawyer suggests I add that; this contest is nonrefundable; that I am not, and not required to be, fair according to anyone's written, considered, unspoken, or other notions of what that means save my own; and that all decisions rendered by this panel of one and a half (been called Tiny and Slim just because people are a bit dim or think they are funny mind you) are final. Bribery does work, if you wish to keep that in mind. Of course, none of you have my address, and if you found it and contacted me the creep factor might make the bribe attempt prohibitively expensive, but that's just a side note to a side note.
Now go out and have some fun!
Haiku - Delicate Companions
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Life is hard. But with that comes contrast. While we fight, and hunt, we do this as much for survival as we do it for those who tend us and cannot do those things. To defend the defenseless, to protect our heritage and genetic pool and kin, to feed. For much of human history, certainly in harder times, our emphasis was focused on other humans, our peoples from among the many peoples. As life improved, at stages in history and certainly as it is now in America, we have been gifted with the wealth needed to extend our care, concern, love to other peoples and many types of animals. If perhaps we... go too far at times.
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Life is hard. But with that comes contrast. While we fight, and hunt, we do this as much for survival as we do it for those who tend us and cannot do those things. To defend the defenseless, to protect our heritage and genetic pool and kin, to feed. For much of human history, certainly in harder times, our emphasis was focused on other humans, our peoples from among the many peoples. As life improved, at stages in history and certainly as it is now in America, we have been gifted with the wealth needed to extend our care, concern, love to other peoples and many types of animals. If perhaps we... go too far at times.
What in the world?
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I am getting a bit peeved. Every time I think I am about to emerge from hibernation something beats me on the head and down I go. I don't ever even get a good look at what it is. For all I know they built a highway over my foxhole and traffic is heavy. These last few days of an extremely crushing period is probably caused by a cold front that came through, then camped about mid-state, if I had to guess. Medicine is not helping. And the weather, for a few days that seemed like forever, took a hard cast. Gray. Clouds. Cold.
On my own there is little I can do. Even with someone here, these times would still be a little difficult. The thing is, with another human around, I can sometimes... bet set up for work. When I can't think, others can for me. When I am on it, though, instinct or something takes over and I just do, and do fairly well. Keeping on task can be an issue, but not a serious one with a little... attention... for the longer tasks, unless I plainly know what I am doing or get into the task. It is remembering, after a break, to get back to it. As I said, I amazed my mother, and that was off medicines. On medicine, at least usually, I am a rather easy 'tool', and can be handy with my own initiatives on top of being useful otherwise, if I am in agreement with the task(s) themselves or in accord on their need. Now, when the body is down, I can work, just a little slower at times, with some assistance getting started. Work can help bring me up for a while. Too much, too long, too fast, too hard, and I will sneak away eventually. Somewhere to sleep.
Right now both mind and body are a bit of an issue. I was rather pleased to have been able to do, then keep up a bit, on the haiku contest. No, it isn't difficult, in a way. But it is, too, in a way. It is demanding in the mind... and spirit? Something. Judging, supporting the writers, thinking and reacting, but the enjoyment is a freebie, or reimbursement? As if the other aspects needed it. I consider the whole thing fun, if a little draining. The good thing about haiku this time is that I needed something to prevent a complete collapse and it provided that. I had to check days and times over and over, just to remember what day to do what, how to slice in other posts, and such. You have no idea how on top of my dismal game I had to stay just to get things done and time and order them well. And yet, that is exactly what I needed, right when I needed it. God isn't stingy that way.
I have had some ask how I can worship a God who allows my weakness, illness, near death reality. It is actually quite simple. My initial invitation to walk this walk came after my illness had pretty much dominated my life and for some time, and was rebuffed for some great time. It wasn't for my illness that I decided to worship, but almost or literally in spite of it. Actually, in looking back on it, my illness is probably why I am here, and more whole, so as even to have been given such an opportunity. Had I continued my life 'my way' I would either be dead of flesh or dead of spirit, very possibly irrevocably. I didn't see it then, couldn't. No eyes to see, nor ears to hear. There is even a chance now, that should I find my legs again, I might... be very tempted to return to my old ways. How illness can be medicine for the spirit is just one of those things you may have to trust me regarding. Hubris, pride, rage, and others, swept away by a humbling reality. I like to think that if I got better these things would not again dominate though. There is time yet to know the truth, and a possibility.
Never mind. I am just hoping life picks up a bit. It's not all bad, it just isn't what I need right now. I have... so many things to do! Hup! Good day.
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I am getting a bit peeved. Every time I think I am about to emerge from hibernation something beats me on the head and down I go. I don't ever even get a good look at what it is. For all I know they built a highway over my foxhole and traffic is heavy. These last few days of an extremely crushing period is probably caused by a cold front that came through, then camped about mid-state, if I had to guess. Medicine is not helping. And the weather, for a few days that seemed like forever, took a hard cast. Gray. Clouds. Cold.
On my own there is little I can do. Even with someone here, these times would still be a little difficult. The thing is, with another human around, I can sometimes... bet set up for work. When I can't think, others can for me. When I am on it, though, instinct or something takes over and I just do, and do fairly well. Keeping on task can be an issue, but not a serious one with a little... attention... for the longer tasks, unless I plainly know what I am doing or get into the task. It is remembering, after a break, to get back to it. As I said, I amazed my mother, and that was off medicines. On medicine, at least usually, I am a rather easy 'tool', and can be handy with my own initiatives on top of being useful otherwise, if I am in agreement with the task(s) themselves or in accord on their need. Now, when the body is down, I can work, just a little slower at times, with some assistance getting started. Work can help bring me up for a while. Too much, too long, too fast, too hard, and I will sneak away eventually. Somewhere to sleep.
Right now both mind and body are a bit of an issue. I was rather pleased to have been able to do, then keep up a bit, on the haiku contest. No, it isn't difficult, in a way. But it is, too, in a way. It is demanding in the mind... and spirit? Something. Judging, supporting the writers, thinking and reacting, but the enjoyment is a freebie, or reimbursement? As if the other aspects needed it. I consider the whole thing fun, if a little draining. The good thing about haiku this time is that I needed something to prevent a complete collapse and it provided that. I had to check days and times over and over, just to remember what day to do what, how to slice in other posts, and such. You have no idea how on top of my dismal game I had to stay just to get things done and time and order them well. And yet, that is exactly what I needed, right when I needed it. God isn't stingy that way.
I have had some ask how I can worship a God who allows my weakness, illness, near death reality. It is actually quite simple. My initial invitation to walk this walk came after my illness had pretty much dominated my life and for some time, and was rebuffed for some great time. It wasn't for my illness that I decided to worship, but almost or literally in spite of it. Actually, in looking back on it, my illness is probably why I am here, and more whole, so as even to have been given such an opportunity. Had I continued my life 'my way' I would either be dead of flesh or dead of spirit, very possibly irrevocably. I didn't see it then, couldn't. No eyes to see, nor ears to hear. There is even a chance now, that should I find my legs again, I might... be very tempted to return to my old ways. How illness can be medicine for the spirit is just one of those things you may have to trust me regarding. Hubris, pride, rage, and others, swept away by a humbling reality. I like to think that if I got better these things would not again dominate though. There is time yet to know the truth, and a possibility.
Never mind. I am just hoping life picks up a bit. It's not all bad, it just isn't what I need right now. I have... so many things to do! Hup! Good day.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Oh goody.
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Done, done, done, and done. Good, bad, ugly, call me what you will, I did a few things that make my inner side smile.
I did get those seeds planted. As is typical, the project took far longer than what I thought. Not that I had thought out how much time it would take, only that I didn't think it COULD take that long. The little netted soil pockets the seeds go into have to be watered, then allowed to expand. I used tap water for the first set of them, though I changed to water from the reverse osmosis machine for the rest, fearing the soft water being a salt would prohibit growth! I'll find out soon enough, if the jalapeno seeds don't sprout, assuming the others do sprout that is. And, I heated the water as I found cool and room temperature water just doesn't do the trick. Not too hot though, so it took time to heat the water, then let it cool enough for my... tastes? Mind you, I'm making much of this up as I go along. I have a bunch of leftover seed. I am thinking of spading a little patch near the house and just seeing if I plant whether anything will make it. Give life a chance, I say.
After the soil packs expanded about five to tenfold, I then had to rip open each pocket, fluff the soil enough to take the seeds, then carefully put the three seeds I used in each potting solution down in, and cover the seeds, without putting too much soil over them, or packing. It's a bit of a delicate maneuver and I have ogre sized hands. I'm thinking, next time, I may well use tweezers. While it is far faster to just drop the three seeds, which I will still do, tinkering with almost any device to plant the seed down takes a lot more time than tweezers would allow. I didn't use all of the seed bedding coins, even from just one of the three trays I bought (actually five trays, two of them are larger sized, used for tomatoes, of which I only used half of those coins in one of those trays). I had no idea how many trays to buy. It's all experimental, as I suggested. Done!
About two thirds through that project, my neighbor called. The barrels he needed help with were in. On top of that, he gave me an half hour heads up, so I was able to bust the routine, do a few things, get a shower in, and be ready! I can't say I was Superman. But those were four hundred pound barrels of fluid. Fluid dynamics plus mass made for an interesting process. I can't say I did great. I will say I didn't stroke out or have a heart attack. And I did move some number of them and helped with others. I think the younger guys might have had the edge. My neighbor certainly did. If too, he has had some practice with it. Yes, practice with the barrels will allow you to use your head more than your body. Still, his strength, too, is greater. I am pleased. It was a test. And it was a gift. I have suggested he can now, safely, ask me for help any time on such projects. The one thing? Next time I am taking water. As I wear down, if I drink, I can... or used to... revive well. It helps, in any case. Just a nip, as I go, might even work. Yes, it pushed me right to my limit. But that's... not a bad limit, all else given.
When I returned, I noticed I had been called. My mother and my friend. So, I called my mother. She is visiting my brother, but her phone was forgotten at home and she doesn't like to tie up my brother's phones or... something. Her phone must have arrived. Her phone, like her car, offer her freedom. I suppose I understand that for a very social woman. All was good, which, in these times, is more than good enough. Next I called my friend. I knew he wanted to go shooting, but I figured the barrels would be in from a talk with my neighbor recently. And with the planting being required today on top of it, that wasn't possible. He doesn't want to shoot this weekend, he says, and is probably right, that all public shooting stations will be busy. He did procure 9 mm and .38 super ammunition, but at an horrific cost. It's scary out there for that now. His brother will be visiting Monday, so how about Tuesday he queries. I suggested that I would call Monday afternoon to set it up, and I will... Lord help me. I just hope I'm not lame. Done.
Finally, with haiku, I was not sure how to... do things. I try to keep haiku pure. Which means I prefer that to be the top post. I don't want haiku'ers scared off by the rest of the Doom files. Yes, I suppose they aren't delicate. But some minds... well... I'm not for those who want or need to live only in the sublime, or at least demand the alternatives to... what is happening on the ground. This is the way of two thirds of the population, plus, if I had to guess. No offense, just the way of it. However, I still want to post. So... I wanted to figure out how to "bump" the haiku post. Well, that and limiting the page to two posts, should do the trick, save for the curious. But the curious are used to mouse traps by now. :p An half hour of digging and nothing about Blogger. But an article, or forum post, or something... regarding WordPress kept showing up. Finally, just to take a break I suspected, I looked at that offering.
Something about something about editing the time stamp. Okay, but that is WordPress. Does Blogger offer that? A bit of digging. In WP, you can do that right on the page (or so the advise suggested). Not so with Blogger, or I didn't figure it out. What about in the edit section of the post listing under/on/in the dashboard? A bit of tinkering and... voila! I can now alter the time stamp so as to keep the haiku post on top while continuing to post a personal blog in an easy to find format. Changing the settings to allow for two posts on the front page, and I have an easy to view personal update or thought themed post, plus the haiku page right 'chere. Done.
So hush your pie hole, I'm... getting to things. :p *doing the Doom dance like a drunk Wookie* How about a little mood music? Later.
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Done, done, done, and done. Good, bad, ugly, call me what you will, I did a few things that make my inner side smile.
I did get those seeds planted. As is typical, the project took far longer than what I thought. Not that I had thought out how much time it would take, only that I didn't think it COULD take that long. The little netted soil pockets the seeds go into have to be watered, then allowed to expand. I used tap water for the first set of them, though I changed to water from the reverse osmosis machine for the rest, fearing the soft water being a salt would prohibit growth! I'll find out soon enough, if the jalapeno seeds don't sprout, assuming the others do sprout that is. And, I heated the water as I found cool and room temperature water just doesn't do the trick. Not too hot though, so it took time to heat the water, then let it cool enough for my... tastes? Mind you, I'm making much of this up as I go along. I have a bunch of leftover seed. I am thinking of spading a little patch near the house and just seeing if I plant whether anything will make it. Give life a chance, I say.
After the soil packs expanded about five to tenfold, I then had to rip open each pocket, fluff the soil enough to take the seeds, then carefully put the three seeds I used in each potting solution down in, and cover the seeds, without putting too much soil over them, or packing. It's a bit of a delicate maneuver and I have ogre sized hands. I'm thinking, next time, I may well use tweezers. While it is far faster to just drop the three seeds, which I will still do, tinkering with almost any device to plant the seed down takes a lot more time than tweezers would allow. I didn't use all of the seed bedding coins, even from just one of the three trays I bought (actually five trays, two of them are larger sized, used for tomatoes, of which I only used half of those coins in one of those trays). I had no idea how many trays to buy. It's all experimental, as I suggested. Done!
About two thirds through that project, my neighbor called. The barrels he needed help with were in. On top of that, he gave me an half hour heads up, so I was able to bust the routine, do a few things, get a shower in, and be ready! I can't say I was Superman. But those were four hundred pound barrels of fluid. Fluid dynamics plus mass made for an interesting process. I can't say I did great. I will say I didn't stroke out or have a heart attack. And I did move some number of them and helped with others. I think the younger guys might have had the edge. My neighbor certainly did. If too, he has had some practice with it. Yes, practice with the barrels will allow you to use your head more than your body. Still, his strength, too, is greater. I am pleased. It was a test. And it was a gift. I have suggested he can now, safely, ask me for help any time on such projects. The one thing? Next time I am taking water. As I wear down, if I drink, I can... or used to... revive well. It helps, in any case. Just a nip, as I go, might even work. Yes, it pushed me right to my limit. But that's... not a bad limit, all else given.
When I returned, I noticed I had been called. My mother and my friend. So, I called my mother. She is visiting my brother, but her phone was forgotten at home and she doesn't like to tie up my brother's phones or... something. Her phone must have arrived. Her phone, like her car, offer her freedom. I suppose I understand that for a very social woman. All was good, which, in these times, is more than good enough. Next I called my friend. I knew he wanted to go shooting, but I figured the barrels would be in from a talk with my neighbor recently. And with the planting being required today on top of it, that wasn't possible. He doesn't want to shoot this weekend, he says, and is probably right, that all public shooting stations will be busy. He did procure 9 mm and .38 super ammunition, but at an horrific cost. It's scary out there for that now. His brother will be visiting Monday, so how about Tuesday he queries. I suggested that I would call Monday afternoon to set it up, and I will... Lord help me. I just hope I'm not lame. Done.
Finally, with haiku, I was not sure how to... do things. I try to keep haiku pure. Which means I prefer that to be the top post. I don't want haiku'ers scared off by the rest of the Doom files. Yes, I suppose they aren't delicate. But some minds... well... I'm not for those who want or need to live only in the sublime, or at least demand the alternatives to... what is happening on the ground. This is the way of two thirds of the population, plus, if I had to guess. No offense, just the way of it. However, I still want to post. So... I wanted to figure out how to "bump" the haiku post. Well, that and limiting the page to two posts, should do the trick, save for the curious. But the curious are used to mouse traps by now. :p An half hour of digging and nothing about Blogger. But an article, or forum post, or something... regarding WordPress kept showing up. Finally, just to take a break I suspected, I looked at that offering.
Something about something about editing the time stamp. Okay, but that is WordPress. Does Blogger offer that? A bit of digging. In WP, you can do that right on the page (or so the advise suggested). Not so with Blogger, or I didn't figure it out. What about in the edit section of the post listing under/on/in the dashboard? A bit of tinkering and... voila! I can now alter the time stamp so as to keep the haiku post on top while continuing to post a personal blog in an easy to find format. Changing the settings to allow for two posts on the front page, and I have an easy to view personal update or thought themed post, plus the haiku page right 'chere. Done.
So hush your pie hole, I'm... getting to things. :p *doing the Doom dance like a drunk Wookie* How about a little mood music? Later.
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