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No, I won't get the second sprinkler system set up and going tonight. Too tired. I've pushed it. Up at 8:00, in the garden from 9:45 to noon. A trip to town. A bit of tinkering after I got back then another trip to town. It was 100 again today. Yeah, no. Headache. Should just push on but I don't want to overdo more than I have. Limits.
Sprinklers, plus an extra, milk, water additives of two sorts to try out. One type is just a flavoring, the other is an actual electrolyte/salt replacement. After my difficulties with carb loading/diabetes problems with dry mixes, I decided to go with something that just flavored the water. Had to be careful though to. Many of them are "energy" drink mixes. I just don't want that. Don't know what is in it, don't want to upset balances with an unknown. Oh, and a couple of pair of wrap sunglasses. One just dark, the other reddish... never tried that before, just curious.
Ouch, but I do have a good headache going. It's minor, so far, which is why I am stopping. A few aspirin, a little bit of a cool down, maybe a quick shower, then it's bedtime. I did forget to call for an eye doctor visit. And I haven't rescheduled the diabetes clinic yet. They have it set for about when I will be heading to, or at, Burning Man. If it isn't that important to them to have it sooner, then we can make it later. And, of course, I didn't set up the new hoses for watering, thus didn't water the grass, again. Hey kids, I'm licking through the layers for the bubble gum on the pop as fast as I can.
With shooting on Friday, I may just try to head in even earlier and swim. It all depends. Tomorrow? Back in the garden, readjusting hoses, setting up the new ones, and otherwise taking it easy. A phone call or two as well. Oh but what a splendid week so far. I'm thinking insulin is doing the trick. Perhaps it is putting the kidney function back in order as well. I had stopped all diabetes medicine but the syringes never came, so I was free floating in that regard. I just get stuck, sometimes, and... wait longer rather than call. Ugh. Surprised those waits haven't killed me yet. Oh, right, I finally filled the medicine set with the extra carvedilol, nights only. I have decided it will take more than a week to adjust. I will reconsider the next time I fill the thing, in about 12 days, 13 including today. Yeah, it's... all... coming along nicely. Not perfectly, not without bumps and hiccups, not cleanly or exactly as I want it, but about as good as can possibly be believed and then some. It's life, don't you know!
Later... No, probably good night. Sleep well, I know I will.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Just so much...
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I did make it to town. The exchange went well. Instead of another 75' hose, I found a 100' hose! The other store didn't have them, not that I saw. Oh I bet that is loverly to tow around. But! It is the red and black D.C. had mention. Same brand/style/class/material/fittings as the 50' and 75' hoses. I suppose they only do red/black on the 100' (and longer if they make them, I suspect). So, I am good for hoses. Now I need to see if the new timer works. Bleh. Then, if it does, set up the front watering system, then... Gah! I forgot the sprinklers! Gah! I may just go back into to town, after supper arrives, and get those. Hmm, that will give me time, in any case, to test the timer. I can take it back if need be. Three more sprinklers and my system will be complete.
I then went and picked up the soaps I wanted. No shopping because I planned to do that with my friend. I got to his place, called to see what he was doing. Unfortunately he was at the doctors, talking about the valve replacement. He asked me to call back in an hour, which was fine, but I was done. I couldn't wait for another hour, then try to get out. Too hot, too much, too long. So, back to the cave. Hmm, since I am going back out in a bit, I may have to call him and see if he wants to do a quick shopping trip, or even just go along for the express ride.
It's been a beautiful day! Work in the garden, tinkering with the waterworks, a little shopping and driving. Hmm, best hit the water up. A couple of sodas a day won't cut it. That's just for flavor. However, the next time I go shopping I will be looking for salt replacement dry powder that comes in straws, or at least discreet packages. One of those a day, when working through the heat, and maybe an extra one to add to the canteen, just for a touch of flavor. Portable, small, eminently giftable, actually healthful, and tasty.
Loverly, folks, I'm telling you. My friend called back himself. Filled me in on the details. I may have to go see him, as the surgery will be in SLC if he doesn't know when quite yet. It means something when a friend shows up in those places. Especially when that friend is allergic to f#%*)@% hospitals. Especially anywhere near the killing and dying sections. Still, that's what friends do, if they can. We will see. He suggests Friday would be the day to go, but early. I asked 8:00, 10:00, noon? Noon at the latest he says. So, okay. I need to get a haircut, a third way between now and the Burning Man 'do', a near mohawk. Thick though, three to four times as thick as 'usual'. And only with a high and tight, not skin bare right yet. I need time to... adjust. That and some shopping should fill out Friday.
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I did make it to town. The exchange went well. Instead of another 75' hose, I found a 100' hose! The other store didn't have them, not that I saw. Oh I bet that is loverly to tow around. But! It is the red and black D.C. had mention. Same brand/style/class/material/fittings as the 50' and 75' hoses. I suppose they only do red/black on the 100' (and longer if they make them, I suspect). So, I am good for hoses. Now I need to see if the new timer works. Bleh. Then, if it does, set up the front watering system, then... Gah! I forgot the sprinklers! Gah! I may just go back into to town, after supper arrives, and get those. Hmm, that will give me time, in any case, to test the timer. I can take it back if need be. Three more sprinklers and my system will be complete.
I then went and picked up the soaps I wanted. No shopping because I planned to do that with my friend. I got to his place, called to see what he was doing. Unfortunately he was at the doctors, talking about the valve replacement. He asked me to call back in an hour, which was fine, but I was done. I couldn't wait for another hour, then try to get out. Too hot, too much, too long. So, back to the cave. Hmm, since I am going back out in a bit, I may have to call him and see if he wants to do a quick shopping trip, or even just go along for the express ride.
It's been a beautiful day! Work in the garden, tinkering with the waterworks, a little shopping and driving. Hmm, best hit the water up. A couple of sodas a day won't cut it. That's just for flavor. However, the next time I go shopping I will be looking for salt replacement dry powder that comes in straws, or at least discreet packages. One of those a day, when working through the heat, and maybe an extra one to add to the canteen, just for a touch of flavor. Portable, small, eminently giftable, actually healthful, and tasty.
Loverly, folks, I'm telling you. My friend called back himself. Filled me in on the details. I may have to go see him, as the surgery will be in SLC if he doesn't know when quite yet. It means something when a friend shows up in those places. Especially when that friend is allergic to f#%*)@% hospitals. Especially anywhere near the killing and dying sections. Still, that's what friends do, if they can. We will see. He suggests Friday would be the day to go, but early. I asked 8:00, 10:00, noon? Noon at the latest he says. So, okay. I need to get a haircut, a third way between now and the Burning Man 'do', a near mohawk. Thick though, three to four times as thick as 'usual'. And only with a high and tight, not skin bare right yet. I need time to... adjust. That and some shopping should fill out Friday.
It's taking the ipod forever to charge.
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Showered, dried, need to put a load of laundry over to the dryer, check the last timer, urhm... dress first I suppose... then head to town. My swim kit is geared and ready, save for the ipod. Yeah, working on it. Saw a neat little vid. Interesting so I thought to share it out.
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Showered, dried, need to put a load of laundry over to the dryer, check the last timer, urhm... dress first I suppose... then head to town. My swim kit is geared and ready, save for the ipod. Yeah, working on it. Saw a neat little vid. Interesting so I thought to share it out.
An hour becomes two, and with decent change.
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Aerating and weeding went as planned, mostly. I started on one, but found that mixing them would see what I needed weeded happen, make weeding easier, and get the aerating going right off. I also moved the hoses for a new watering position for tonight. Yeah, well, three days in the garden is, essentially, all of my experience. It takes time. Sure, you could tell me but it has to make sense to me. I went from hoeing (useless or quite close to it, unless you merely loosen the soil and come back for the weeds, and roots really), to trying to simply pull, to today using that little hand rake/claw to loosen then pull weeds, while aerating. That might be called... exponential growth through reason? Not bad for a dead guy.
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Aerating and weeding went as planned, mostly. I started on one, but found that mixing them would see what I needed weeded happen, make weeding easier, and get the aerating going right off. I also moved the hoses for a new watering position for tonight. Yeah, well, three days in the garden is, essentially, all of my experience. It takes time. Sure, you could tell me but it has to make sense to me. I went from hoeing (useless or quite close to it, unless you merely loosen the soil and come back for the weeds, and roots really), to trying to simply pull, to today using that little hand rake/claw to loosen then pull weeds, while aerating. That might be called... exponential growth through reason? Not bad for a dead guy.
One of the best nights of sleep I can remember, ever.
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I have no recall even if I dreamed (sure, they say you dream frequently and often, and every time you sleep, first I don't trust they and second so what/shut up). Slipping into sleep was like the notion of slipping into silk garments and the feel through the wear (if the reality is sadly much less than the notion in my option). I did wake at 4:00, and used the opportunity to empty my bladder. It wasn't a natural wake, noises which never registered or, after waking me, were repeated. It might even have been the cats. I was able to seemlessly return to bed and sleep. Waking almost exactly at 8:00, as I had hoped based on bedtime, though 6:00 and 7:00 would have been within the target range. I'm sort of easy that way, though I know my preferences aren't always possible. My body just doesn't always have it to give.
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I have no recall even if I dreamed (sure, they say you dream frequently and often, and every time you sleep, first I don't trust they and second so what/shut up). Slipping into sleep was like the notion of slipping into silk garments and the feel through the wear (if the reality is sadly much less than the notion in my option). I did wake at 4:00, and used the opportunity to empty my bladder. It wasn't a natural wake, noises which never registered or, after waking me, were repeated. It might even have been the cats. I was able to seemlessly return to bed and sleep. Waking almost exactly at 8:00, as I had hoped based on bedtime, though 6:00 and 7:00 would have been within the target range. I'm sort of easy that way, though I know my preferences aren't always possible. My body just doesn't always have it to give.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Not a marathon, not even up to a sports practice, but it was enough.
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Weeding is easy enough work, unless you have been sitting for decades. Don't even look at me like I made that kind of choice. Given the opportunity, I take it. Just as with gardening this year. I honestly wasn't sure I was quite up to the task. I'm still not convinced that I am. I suppose I will know as other problems crop up, or should I fail to water and get no crop. Actually, I should say, there is a decent chance that I will get no crop, or little, even if I do everything (else) correct. I planted seeds to late. So, okay, I've already messed up. Potentially fatally, as far as production value. Still, the hope is that I keep up as well as possible and produce whatever is possible.
Yes, that was a lot of work, for me. Five hours in the heat. No real serious physical aspect, other than bending at the waste, but that is my weak spot. I do fear my knees. But they are only weak with great distance at speed it seems. Though in truth they only hurt, should I be in shape to use them. They won't give out or in or fail some other way. Another reason to prefer swimming. The high was 94, dew point is currently 48. As for feel? It felt medium to high intensity. I won't say I liked working in it, only that I could and did.
I set the timer up, programmed everything, then hooked it in. It did not work. From the start it simply failed. One return. I'll try the other. If it fails I will take them back and look at another store. Oh well. I am manually timing the watering. It is about done for the night, as am I. I can't believe how painful my eyes are. Yeah, it's been a while since I've been in that kind of heat. Oh, right, in the morning tomorrow, before I go in if I am going in, I need to see up an appointment with the eye doctor. I'm glad I stopped and got the paperwork for that. I will see if he can offer a script for contacts as well, even if I have to kick in something.
Hmm, and for those of you who are dumping BSA? There is an option. They will be accepting former boy scouts as soon as September, I believe the article indicated. The king is dead, hail and long live the king. They did it to themselves. May those leaders rot in hell for trying to debauch children and destroying an organization I have fond childhood memories regarding. Seriously. Then again I don't have to hope. They might repent, but... hubris is one of the most difficult things to survive.
Good night.
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Weeding is easy enough work, unless you have been sitting for decades. Don't even look at me like I made that kind of choice. Given the opportunity, I take it. Just as with gardening this year. I honestly wasn't sure I was quite up to the task. I'm still not convinced that I am. I suppose I will know as other problems crop up, or should I fail to water and get no crop. Actually, I should say, there is a decent chance that I will get no crop, or little, even if I do everything (else) correct. I planted seeds to late. So, okay, I've already messed up. Potentially fatally, as far as production value. Still, the hope is that I keep up as well as possible and produce whatever is possible.
Yes, that was a lot of work, for me. Five hours in the heat. No real serious physical aspect, other than bending at the waste, but that is my weak spot. I do fear my knees. But they are only weak with great distance at speed it seems. Though in truth they only hurt, should I be in shape to use them. They won't give out or in or fail some other way. Another reason to prefer swimming. The high was 94, dew point is currently 48. As for feel? It felt medium to high intensity. I won't say I liked working in it, only that I could and did.
I set the timer up, programmed everything, then hooked it in. It did not work. From the start it simply failed. One return. I'll try the other. If it fails I will take them back and look at another store. Oh well. I am manually timing the watering. It is about done for the night, as am I. I can't believe how painful my eyes are. Yeah, it's been a while since I've been in that kind of heat. Oh, right, in the morning tomorrow, before I go in if I am going in, I need to see up an appointment with the eye doctor. I'm glad I stopped and got the paperwork for that. I will see if he can offer a script for contacts as well, even if I have to kick in something.
Hmm, and for those of you who are dumping BSA? There is an option. They will be accepting former boy scouts as soon as September, I believe the article indicated. The king is dead, hail and long live the king. They did it to themselves. May those leaders rot in hell for trying to debauch children and destroying an organization I have fond childhood memories regarding. Seriously. Then again I don't have to hope. They might repent, but... hubris is one of the most difficult things to survive.
Good night.
Yeah, long break but I did get to it.
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So much for plans. I needed, or took anyway, more of a rest than intended. So when I got back out I had slim choices. I could finish planting and doing more weeding, but all at once, or I needed to bring the plants back in. Another 45 minutes of weeding and then I went ahead and finished planting. I still have some of the green growies in with me, either not big enough, or extra. It should be good for a minor later planting or replanting though. I should say, my crops aren't overcome by weeds, I am merely hitting areas, mostly open areas. The weeds there were coming in thick. I had been just hitting the weeds near the crop plants. I don't, technically, need to do weeding where I am doing it. Or, didn't think so. I decided to plant in that area, though, so it actually worked out. Mostly I thought it would limit my watering area, where I planted. And besides, I had just spent two to three hours clearing the area! Might as well use it. If they cross pollinate, oh well. Live and learn. Oh, the water timer runs on 2 AA, not a good sign I think. It means it will eat batteries I think. If so, back it goes. Urhm, I best find the receipt.
I need to get to town tomorrow. But I am hoping to get out and do even more weeding Thursday. I got the bigger areas and the bigger weeds, it will just be cleanup, and probably a bit of aerating around the good plants, for better moisture absorption. I don't know that I will do it in the heat again, but I might. I seem to have done pretty well in it, if my eyes feel blistered. No, not the skin, the eyes themselves. I have been in that much sunlight in... decades. And, no, I didn't just sit and look at the sun. I avoid visual contact with it at all costs. We have a problem, the sun and I, one I can't win. Next time sunglasses.
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So much for plans. I needed, or took anyway, more of a rest than intended. So when I got back out I had slim choices. I could finish planting and doing more weeding, but all at once, or I needed to bring the plants back in. Another 45 minutes of weeding and then I went ahead and finished planting. I still have some of the green growies in with me, either not big enough, or extra. It should be good for a minor later planting or replanting though. I should say, my crops aren't overcome by weeds, I am merely hitting areas, mostly open areas. The weeds there were coming in thick. I had been just hitting the weeds near the crop plants. I don't, technically, need to do weeding where I am doing it. Or, didn't think so. I decided to plant in that area, though, so it actually worked out. Mostly I thought it would limit my watering area, where I planted. And besides, I had just spent two to three hours clearing the area! Might as well use it. If they cross pollinate, oh well. Live and learn. Oh, the water timer runs on 2 AA, not a good sign I think. It means it will eat batteries I think. If so, back it goes. Urhm, I best find the receipt.
I need to get to town tomorrow. But I am hoping to get out and do even more weeding Thursday. I got the bigger areas and the bigger weeds, it will just be cleanup, and probably a bit of aerating around the good plants, for better moisture absorption. I don't know that I will do it in the heat again, but I might. I seem to have done pretty well in it, if my eyes feel blistered. No, not the skin, the eyes themselves. I have been in that much sunlight in... decades. And, no, I didn't just sit and look at the sun. I avoid visual contact with it at all costs. We have a problem, the sun and I, one I can't win. Next time sunglasses.
Maybe not?
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Oh, I'll finish the garden. A trip to town, though, seems unlikely. An hour and a half, or closer to two, of weeding and other work, with more to go... after a cool down. Lots of water down the gullet, but with some care not to overdo it and get a side ache. I did get some of the hoses set up for a pure garden watering hose with one of the nozzle attachments. Ugh but those rubber hoses are monsters to haul around. Loverly though, they will last. I can't believe how long it takes to weed!
I do have the holes dug, and sprayed water into them ahead of time, for planting half of the things. I weeded for as long as I could, but wanted to push on. Spading a bunch of holes is a different process, and easier. It's the bending that gets to me. Not my knees, my middle. When I collect, I don't go small! Ho, ho, ho? Shush. After a bit of cooling I'll plant, then do more weeding, then dig for the next round of planting. At which time another break will be in order. Then planting and setting up for watering tonight as a last set of chores. Well, aside from watering itself.
The plants are looking good. And I have been keeping the weeds out of the good plants, so that isn't a problem. I wanted to work right in the heat of the day. I won't say I'll do that every time, but I would like to do it more often. Call it Burning Man prep. While I have an idea of what to expect I am not sure I have anything close to a full realization. Any prep is good, I suspect.
D.C. asked about an old small sofa. After thinking, I might consider one of mine. The thing is it is leather, black leather, and a bit overstuffed. It is old, but it is one of a pair, the smaller, that I actually use. I have been thinking, depending on room, and with the possibility of getting a cover for it, it might still work. I'll let him think on it, if I can find a cover of some sort. Black leather in 110 degree heat wouldn't be my idea of a joy. A white, or natural perhaps, cotton cover might help that, and ease my mind about taking it. Just... a thought. Oh, but it is quite light, which would be decent if it might need to be staked down itself. *whoosh*
As good as I have been recovering on heavier, even longer, days, I think I can plan on, and reasonably hope to make it happen, on a trip to town tomorrow. Amazing how much work even a small garden is. It is a beautiful thing, though, too. Watching things grow, protecting them, watering them, tending to their soil needs. A smaller notion of a family, like pets only with a bit more work involved and shorter term. Sam has been loving having me out with her. Being mine makes her queen of all she surveils with me present, and she knows it.
Ugh, though. That heat is a beast. You would know the sun would come out in blazing glory as soon as I even thought about going out to work. If that was part of the plan.
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Oh, I'll finish the garden. A trip to town, though, seems unlikely. An hour and a half, or closer to two, of weeding and other work, with more to go... after a cool down. Lots of water down the gullet, but with some care not to overdo it and get a side ache. I did get some of the hoses set up for a pure garden watering hose with one of the nozzle attachments. Ugh but those rubber hoses are monsters to haul around. Loverly though, they will last. I can't believe how long it takes to weed!
I do have the holes dug, and sprayed water into them ahead of time, for planting half of the things. I weeded for as long as I could, but wanted to push on. Spading a bunch of holes is a different process, and easier. It's the bending that gets to me. Not my knees, my middle. When I collect, I don't go small! Ho, ho, ho? Shush. After a bit of cooling I'll plant, then do more weeding, then dig for the next round of planting. At which time another break will be in order. Then planting and setting up for watering tonight as a last set of chores. Well, aside from watering itself.
The plants are looking good. And I have been keeping the weeds out of the good plants, so that isn't a problem. I wanted to work right in the heat of the day. I won't say I'll do that every time, but I would like to do it more often. Call it Burning Man prep. While I have an idea of what to expect I am not sure I have anything close to a full realization. Any prep is good, I suspect.
D.C. asked about an old small sofa. After thinking, I might consider one of mine. The thing is it is leather, black leather, and a bit overstuffed. It is old, but it is one of a pair, the smaller, that I actually use. I have been thinking, depending on room, and with the possibility of getting a cover for it, it might still work. I'll let him think on it, if I can find a cover of some sort. Black leather in 110 degree heat wouldn't be my idea of a joy. A white, or natural perhaps, cotton cover might help that, and ease my mind about taking it. Just... a thought. Oh, but it is quite light, which would be decent if it might need to be staked down itself. *whoosh*
As good as I have been recovering on heavier, even longer, days, I think I can plan on, and reasonably hope to make it happen, on a trip to town tomorrow. Amazing how much work even a small garden is. It is a beautiful thing, though, too. Watching things grow, protecting them, watering them, tending to their soil needs. A smaller notion of a family, like pets only with a bit more work involved and shorter term. Sam has been loving having me out with her. Being mine makes her queen of all she surveils with me present, and she knows it.
Ugh, though. That heat is a beast. You would know the sun would come out in blazing glory as soon as I even thought about going out to work. If that was part of the plan.
Today?
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A wonderful morning, but as heat starts cranking up again, I begin winding down. Never worry. I do believe that is exactly what is supposed to happen. Moving slower in heat and cold is simply natural and wise. I might even have a nap. Breakfast, the remnants of a second order from the BBQ joint, might help to ensure a nap. Yes, when the heat comes up it is best to at least lay low. There is the rest of the day though.
A trip to town in early afternoon. Beside forgetting to get the sprinklers, I got 3 x 50' and 1 x 75' hoses while I was charged for 2 x 50' and 75'. So an exhange and three sprinklers, plus some 9 volt batteries, once I check to make sure those are what is need and whether they came with the kits. I also learned that watering the garden on off days is acceptable. It is only the lawn that is restricted. Since I missed last night I may do so, and again tomorrow. Oh, and maybe a haircut today. I think I will go a bit toward what I am planning for BMan, if not the whole thing up front. Just... a teaser for now, maybe? I don't know. I'll see when I get to the shop.
But before showering and such, I am going to plant the last of the peppers and do some weeding. THEN a short nap, then a shower and to town. Well... that is the plan. Hmm, might as well set up the garden for watering. So when I get back from town I can simply start the things, only needing to program the automation device and plug that into the system. It is partly cloudy, a bit hazy, or something, so it should be a bit cooler for work. Oh, I'll set the ac to cool my room for my nap. A shower before I nap will make the ac even more effective, if I'll have to monkey with my hair when I wake. Naps are gnarly for hair. Then again, a baseball cap works well for that. Later.
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A wonderful morning, but as heat starts cranking up again, I begin winding down. Never worry. I do believe that is exactly what is supposed to happen. Moving slower in heat and cold is simply natural and wise. I might even have a nap. Breakfast, the remnants of a second order from the BBQ joint, might help to ensure a nap. Yes, when the heat comes up it is best to at least lay low. There is the rest of the day though.
A trip to town in early afternoon. Beside forgetting to get the sprinklers, I got 3 x 50' and 1 x 75' hoses while I was charged for 2 x 50' and 75'. So an exhange and three sprinklers, plus some 9 volt batteries, once I check to make sure those are what is need and whether they came with the kits. I also learned that watering the garden on off days is acceptable. It is only the lawn that is restricted. Since I missed last night I may do so, and again tomorrow. Oh, and maybe a haircut today. I think I will go a bit toward what I am planning for BMan, if not the whole thing up front. Just... a teaser for now, maybe? I don't know. I'll see when I get to the shop.
But before showering and such, I am going to plant the last of the peppers and do some weeding. THEN a short nap, then a shower and to town. Well... that is the plan. Hmm, might as well set up the garden for watering. So when I get back from town I can simply start the things, only needing to program the automation device and plug that into the system. It is partly cloudy, a bit hazy, or something, so it should be a bit cooler for work. Oh, I'll set the ac to cool my room for my nap. A shower before I nap will make the ac even more effective, if I'll have to monkey with my hair when I wake. Naps are gnarly for hair. Then again, a baseball cap works well for that. Later.
Haiku Monday - Fire
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Grins is holding the contest this week. His haiku rose to be the toast at what became of the the enormous conflagration Aunty lit. 'Tis good to see liberty burns well in the heart of folk still. So... get ready, take aim, and... You know. So it begins. Puns on the brain, hush.
Sometimes
...it is what we see...
...it is what we see...
...it is how we see... ...it is
all we see and how!
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Sleep was fantastic.
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I have no idea when I went to bed. No, I didn't stay awake long enough to get to watering. I know I heard the phone but there was no way to answer it. Of course, I didn't , at the time, know if that was a dream or real, as if it mattered. I would guess 18:00-19:00, give or take change. Lights out. As far as sleep goes, that was as close to perfect as I have ever known. Comfortable, resting, and the waking was a flawless blurry cool morning ascent into consciousness. Stats and weight, including blood sugar which was 168.
This, right now, is probably the one time in my life where recovering is possible. I have the potential to exercise, all of my illness are being treated, and I am in a situation in which I have the freedoms required to begin climbing out of the hole. I can't quite do it on my own, as is, though. That has become obvious. If there is a time for my doctor to consider tinkering, this is it. And, really, at my age, it is now or never. Though I have to tell you, if it goes forth, but I am still fail in a few years, I will... back down. Not quit, really. Simply I will sell out, move to a retirement community or such, and... retire. If I can't make it on my own it will be time to surrender to the realities of my illnesses. A thirty year fight to rise will have been enough. Of course, then I will have the freedom to ghost, if not the strength perhaps. Then again, a proper ghost doesn't use all that much strength. It's more a matter of traveling light, and smart by design, if invisibly.
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I have no idea when I went to bed. No, I didn't stay awake long enough to get to watering. I know I heard the phone but there was no way to answer it. Of course, I didn't , at the time, know if that was a dream or real, as if it mattered. I would guess 18:00-19:00, give or take change. Lights out. As far as sleep goes, that was as close to perfect as I have ever known. Comfortable, resting, and the waking was a flawless blurry cool morning ascent into consciousness. Stats and weight, including blood sugar which was 168.
This, right now, is probably the one time in my life where recovering is possible. I have the potential to exercise, all of my illness are being treated, and I am in a situation in which I have the freedoms required to begin climbing out of the hole. I can't quite do it on my own, as is, though. That has become obvious. If there is a time for my doctor to consider tinkering, this is it. And, really, at my age, it is now or never. Though I have to tell you, if it goes forth, but I am still fail in a few years, I will... back down. Not quit, really. Simply I will sell out, move to a retirement community or such, and... retire. If I can't make it on my own it will be time to surrender to the realities of my illnesses. A thirty year fight to rise will have been enough. Of course, then I will have the freedom to ghost, if not the strength perhaps. Then again, a proper ghost doesn't use all that much strength. It's more a matter of traveling light, and smart by design, if invisibly.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Hot, just plain hot!
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I made it, actually more than an hour early. Not sure how that happened but never mind. Blood lab first, then to the sign in. I was the second name on the page. Still, doctors, at the V.A. or elsewhere, are often a bit slow, or busy. I never mind that though. A P.A. or Nurse Physician first, then an intern, then the lead doctor. At least I didn't get bored. Everyone was rather pleasant today as well. Must have been my (mirror) dashing good looks? I actually enjoy going. They know just enough about me to just about trust me, but not completely. Which... is just about right. Or at least that is good enough for me.
Everything is looking and doing good. They were pleased with the labs and their testing. Another stress test, this time with a pulse rate check after one, then a second, round. My pulse jumped rather quickly, into the high 90's the first time (if I was psychologically revved), then into the low 90's on the next run as I tried to cool my jets and 'be air'. It worked a bit, but not enough. They have increased the carvedilol, but just a half a pill twice a day. I will start out slowly on that though. A half a pill in the evening for the first week. If I tolerate it, then I jump to prime time. They are, as I thought they would, leaving the decision about ritalin in the hands of my primary. He won't touch it with a ten foot pole. Though I can be... persuasive. Now that they are seeing I am basically honest, I might be able to talk him into it, with the provision that I closely monitor my pulse and bp. I think he might just let it fly. Though that may have been a delaying tactic to talk to him and get him to say no. No one likes to hand out a negative. However, they are going to put in a consult to attempt to get me some help regarding swimming. I can do a heavier, harder, work with swimming than I can with walking/hiking/biking. I am seriously hoping they can do something. If they could meet me half way I could cut into a lot of other stuff, and would. It'll hurt, but...
I stayed long enough to get all my medicines filled. Still feeling good, I decided to eat at a serious BBQ joint while in town, one I have been meaning to dine at for a very long time, years now. Yum! A pound of brisket! I know, we have a great BBQ joint locally, but I'm almost in SLC as often as Logan. Hmm, though the next time my friend wants to eat out I may have to talk him into it. With the promise of his choice the next time? I'm tricksy in the ways of words. Maybe.
Further, on the way home, I bought the hoses I need, and some timers. I asked about return, and they said 90 days. That's enough to see if they work. It's as good as I can do. I doubt they have batteries though. I think they require 9v batteries to, something I have a dearth of. And, though I need to cool off, I am hoping to set up the sprinklers for tonight. I might not be able to set up the timers, but I can plant the things and let them run manually. I should be able to do it all within a two to three hour window, and only have to move the side hoses a few times each. Bit by bit, automation is coming.
So how is that for hotdogging a double dip day, with no sleep last night? Yeah, I even brought the trash barrel back. I am pleased with my efforts. Sleep should be good tonight, but I better start jacking some water down. I started with two beers though, just to prime the pump. That's it for beer. *le sigh*
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No! I forgot the sprinklers. Gah!
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I made it, actually more than an hour early. Not sure how that happened but never mind. Blood lab first, then to the sign in. I was the second name on the page. Still, doctors, at the V.A. or elsewhere, are often a bit slow, or busy. I never mind that though. A P.A. or Nurse Physician first, then an intern, then the lead doctor. At least I didn't get bored. Everyone was rather pleasant today as well. Must have been my (mirror) dashing good looks? I actually enjoy going. They know just enough about me to just about trust me, but not completely. Which... is just about right. Or at least that is good enough for me.
Everything is looking and doing good. They were pleased with the labs and their testing. Another stress test, this time with a pulse rate check after one, then a second, round. My pulse jumped rather quickly, into the high 90's the first time (if I was psychologically revved), then into the low 90's on the next run as I tried to cool my jets and 'be air'. It worked a bit, but not enough. They have increased the carvedilol, but just a half a pill twice a day. I will start out slowly on that though. A half a pill in the evening for the first week. If I tolerate it, then I jump to prime time. They are, as I thought they would, leaving the decision about ritalin in the hands of my primary. He won't touch it with a ten foot pole. Though I can be... persuasive. Now that they are seeing I am basically honest, I might be able to talk him into it, with the provision that I closely monitor my pulse and bp. I think he might just let it fly. Though that may have been a delaying tactic to talk to him and get him to say no. No one likes to hand out a negative. However, they are going to put in a consult to attempt to get me some help regarding swimming. I can do a heavier, harder, work with swimming than I can with walking/hiking/biking. I am seriously hoping they can do something. If they could meet me half way I could cut into a lot of other stuff, and would. It'll hurt, but...
I stayed long enough to get all my medicines filled. Still feeling good, I decided to eat at a serious BBQ joint while in town, one I have been meaning to dine at for a very long time, years now. Yum! A pound of brisket! I know, we have a great BBQ joint locally, but I'm almost in SLC as often as Logan. Hmm, though the next time my friend wants to eat out I may have to talk him into it. With the promise of his choice the next time? I'm tricksy in the ways of words. Maybe.
Further, on the way home, I bought the hoses I need, and some timers. I asked about return, and they said 90 days. That's enough to see if they work. It's as good as I can do. I doubt they have batteries though. I think they require 9v batteries to, something I have a dearth of. And, though I need to cool off, I am hoping to set up the sprinklers for tonight. I might not be able to set up the timers, but I can plant the things and let them run manually. I should be able to do it all within a two to three hour window, and only have to move the side hoses a few times each. Bit by bit, automation is coming.
So how is that for hotdogging a double dip day, with no sleep last night? Yeah, I even brought the trash barrel back. I am pleased with my efforts. Sleep should be good tonight, but I better start jacking some water down. I started with two beers though, just to prime the pump. That's it for beer. *le sigh*
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No! I forgot the sprinklers. Gah!
Shower, drying off then away.
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Even knowing it is coming I never quite make my deadline. Or I head out way too early. I prefer to be early since traffic isn't a sure bet. I don't get my preference this morning. Of course, the pains of being awake are beginning to set in. And I am still tired, as usual lately. Always tired. Sleepy, tired, weary, just plain tired. I did finish setting up my medicine set, and I'll take my daily stats with me, for the last two weeks. I don't have weight on there but they are lucky to get what they will get. I doubt if I will do anything other than the appointments, perhaps see if I can get syringes, then drive straight home. I won't have much else, save picking up lunch on my way through somewhere, if I feel like it and think it won't exacerbate exhaustion.
A delayed good morning for your part and good night for mine.
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Even knowing it is coming I never quite make my deadline. Or I head out way too early. I prefer to be early since traffic isn't a sure bet. I don't get my preference this morning. Of course, the pains of being awake are beginning to set in. And I am still tired, as usual lately. Always tired. Sleepy, tired, weary, just plain tired. I did finish setting up my medicine set, and I'll take my daily stats with me, for the last two weeks. I don't have weight on there but they are lucky to get what they will get. I doubt if I will do anything other than the appointments, perhaps see if I can get syringes, then drive straight home. I won't have much else, save picking up lunch on my way through somewhere, if I feel like it and think it won't exacerbate exhaustion.
A delayed good morning for your part and good night for mine.
So, why does it work when it would be best left alone?
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I have an early rise tomorrow... or a long day. As I was thinking of turning in I realized trash and perhaps recycling needed to be collected and taken out. Moving slowly still that took a while. As I was doing that I noticed this and that else. So this and that and some other things got a touch. It started at, perhaps 22:00 or midnight. Time is adrift so I just don't know. Here it is 2:31 and I'm not quite done. Yeah, long day. No real worry. Since I am still neither awake or asleep it almost doesn't matter. You could possibly shoot me now and I might not feel it. I usually end up feeling it, but even that isn't guaranteed. I just hope I can get there and back before the ache of exhaustion hits.
So, a bit more of this and that, and I might even fix the sink... if I can remember. So hard to remember. I have six alarms for my appointment tomorrow. They started about a week ago. Because of the state of my mind I knew I would need them. Hmm, while I am thinking it I ought to put in more for the lead in, with a message when to shower and when to leave. I might not understand when the alarm goes off otherwise. I've never had heroine, I can only guess though that it's pain relieving qualities are not that dissimilar. I hate drugs. Then again it's not like I need them. Now, if you could make a pill that would keep things clear? Actually Ritalin helped with that as well as giving me a bit extra bang for my buck.
Whatever. I... have things to do. Later, or good night... for your part? Hmm, probably good morning.
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I have an early rise tomorrow... or a long day. As I was thinking of turning in I realized trash and perhaps recycling needed to be collected and taken out. Moving slowly still that took a while. As I was doing that I noticed this and that else. So this and that and some other things got a touch. It started at, perhaps 22:00 or midnight. Time is adrift so I just don't know. Here it is 2:31 and I'm not quite done. Yeah, long day. No real worry. Since I am still neither awake or asleep it almost doesn't matter. You could possibly shoot me now and I might not feel it. I usually end up feeling it, but even that isn't guaranteed. I just hope I can get there and back before the ache of exhaustion hits.
So, a bit more of this and that, and I might even fix the sink... if I can remember. So hard to remember. I have six alarms for my appointment tomorrow. They started about a week ago. Because of the state of my mind I knew I would need them. Hmm, while I am thinking it I ought to put in more for the lead in, with a message when to shower and when to leave. I might not understand when the alarm goes off otherwise. I've never had heroine, I can only guess though that it's pain relieving qualities are not that dissimilar. I hate drugs. Then again it's not like I need them. Now, if you could make a pill that would keep things clear? Actually Ritalin helped with that as well as giving me a bit extra bang for my buck.
Whatever. I... have things to do. Later, or good night... for your part? Hmm, probably good morning.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
They caught the sensation.
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I told you about being half asleep, or more. The sensation of drifting, even the notion of not being corporeal exists. Nothing has flavor, touches don't feel, time drifts...
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I told you about being half asleep, or more. The sensation of drifting, even the notion of not being corporeal exists. Nothing has flavor, touches don't feel, time drifts...
A storm on the horizons.
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Oh, thankfully, a literal one. I have some doubt we will get much rain from it. If it rains. But that isn't what is wanted. A little reprieve from the sun is the thing. With the sun blocked I escape the sense of heat. It's that radiation that seeps in even through my sleep. It has been getting cool in the evenings the last few nights, which has also offered an extra bit of easement. And, I suppose as the heat levels go down, I am able to get more cool in here at night. When it is hot like that it is as if the world has a fever and I am very sympathetic. Still, I can always hope for something crazy, like an inch of rain. You never know. Better if it rains where it will be collected but as a beggar I take what I can get.
Sleep was good but it was a bit of make-up sleep. It is somewhat difficult to drink a lot of water, as is really needed, in the heat. Simply the volumes you have to take in... your body isn't used to that much water. A Gatorade-type mix in some of it would help, but that can get messy. I think they make powder drink mix straws, that you can either dump into your mouth, or perhaps even drink through so as not to mix it with all your water? I'll be looking at those. I can try a few out in the runup. Look, the big things are vital, as are the little things. How great is vacation if you have to return home to recuperate?
I may not get to as much as I hope, then again I doubt if anyone will. My guess is those who try to get to everything they want will end up burned out husks, possibly even hating the event. Like a kid actually let loose in the candy store, they sour themselves on it. But I think I will be fine there. I really do.
I've been reviewing my health condition. Yeah, I really shouldn't even be able to live alone. You read prognosis suggestions, most don't discuss those in my condition. You'll hear bright cheery (if honestly just hopeful) things from doctors, then the caveat... for those with mild to moderate CHF (congestive heart failure). While my heart condition is responding to medicine, it isn't exactly out of the woods. I'm not even yet to "moderate". At the pace of healing it could be another three to six years before that occurs, assuming the pace continues unabated. I understand more, now that I am awake, why my doctors think I'm a freak. They do recommend exercise... for those in the lessor stages of the illness. They don't suggest or proscribe it for those at my level because... we usually can't exercise. My doctor has not only signed off on exercise, but even weight lifting for me. Lung problems are common with those in my condition while even when I had edema filling my lungs, the guy testing me (a typical city type lab tech, though to, mind you) was amazed that with my blockage in place (now gone, if only 15-20%), that still left me with more lung capacity than he has in health. The eye thing, in spite of diabetes on top of it all, baffles them. They simply don't understand. The numbers don't add up to what they are seeing in front of them. Oh, I'm not advocating ignoring, or slighting the condition. I'm just saying... I'm like an Olympian for my condition, given my condition.
Sure, the heat got to me. But for a week, other than in the confines of my bedroom, if I could still feel the heat seeping in, the coolest it got was probably 80 for a few hours. That will get to anyone. On top of, initially, not drinking enough water to cover for it or sleeping well. BMan won't be that severe, with nightly respites, consciously drinking more, and adding salt replacement into the regimen, which I have started working on and will continue and expand. I'll be more active, but it won't be heavy work. Still... I have some prep yet to do.
Actually, after re-reading some things and digging deeper, even I am a little taken aback by how well I am doing. I have literally met men with right between mild and moderate CHF who can barely function. I, like the doctors I have to guess, have difficulty putting the pieces together. They simply don't fit. It is part of why I have such flights of fancy... I am one. A living, breathing, actionable one. If in my little weaksauce way. Can't bench 550 anymore, can't swim three miles in an hour three times a week still. But just that I am breathing is a minor thing, and that I am living alone and gardening and some other things? It causes some worry, now as understanding seeps in. But I won't let that get in the way of doing what I can. Not now.
Later.
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Oh, thankfully, a literal one. I have some doubt we will get much rain from it. If it rains. But that isn't what is wanted. A little reprieve from the sun is the thing. With the sun blocked I escape the sense of heat. It's that radiation that seeps in even through my sleep. It has been getting cool in the evenings the last few nights, which has also offered an extra bit of easement. And, I suppose as the heat levels go down, I am able to get more cool in here at night. When it is hot like that it is as if the world has a fever and I am very sympathetic. Still, I can always hope for something crazy, like an inch of rain. You never know. Better if it rains where it will be collected but as a beggar I take what I can get.
Sleep was good but it was a bit of make-up sleep. It is somewhat difficult to drink a lot of water, as is really needed, in the heat. Simply the volumes you have to take in... your body isn't used to that much water. A Gatorade-type mix in some of it would help, but that can get messy. I think they make powder drink mix straws, that you can either dump into your mouth, or perhaps even drink through so as not to mix it with all your water? I'll be looking at those. I can try a few out in the runup. Look, the big things are vital, as are the little things. How great is vacation if you have to return home to recuperate?
I may not get to as much as I hope, then again I doubt if anyone will. My guess is those who try to get to everything they want will end up burned out husks, possibly even hating the event. Like a kid actually let loose in the candy store, they sour themselves on it. But I think I will be fine there. I really do.
I've been reviewing my health condition. Yeah, I really shouldn't even be able to live alone. You read prognosis suggestions, most don't discuss those in my condition. You'll hear bright cheery (if honestly just hopeful) things from doctors, then the caveat... for those with mild to moderate CHF (congestive heart failure). While my heart condition is responding to medicine, it isn't exactly out of the woods. I'm not even yet to "moderate". At the pace of healing it could be another three to six years before that occurs, assuming the pace continues unabated. I understand more, now that I am awake, why my doctors think I'm a freak. They do recommend exercise... for those in the lessor stages of the illness. They don't suggest or proscribe it for those at my level because... we usually can't exercise. My doctor has not only signed off on exercise, but even weight lifting for me. Lung problems are common with those in my condition while even when I had edema filling my lungs, the guy testing me (a typical city type lab tech, though to, mind you) was amazed that with my blockage in place (now gone, if only 15-20%), that still left me with more lung capacity than he has in health. The eye thing, in spite of diabetes on top of it all, baffles them. They simply don't understand. The numbers don't add up to what they are seeing in front of them. Oh, I'm not advocating ignoring, or slighting the condition. I'm just saying... I'm like an Olympian for my condition, given my condition.
Sure, the heat got to me. But for a week, other than in the confines of my bedroom, if I could still feel the heat seeping in, the coolest it got was probably 80 for a few hours. That will get to anyone. On top of, initially, not drinking enough water to cover for it or sleeping well. BMan won't be that severe, with nightly respites, consciously drinking more, and adding salt replacement into the regimen, which I have started working on and will continue and expand. I'll be more active, but it won't be heavy work. Still... I have some prep yet to do.
Actually, after re-reading some things and digging deeper, even I am a little taken aback by how well I am doing. I have literally met men with right between mild and moderate CHF who can barely function. I, like the doctors I have to guess, have difficulty putting the pieces together. They simply don't fit. It is part of why I have such flights of fancy... I am one. A living, breathing, actionable one. If in my little weaksauce way. Can't bench 550 anymore, can't swim three miles in an hour three times a week still. But just that I am breathing is a minor thing, and that I am living alone and gardening and some other things? It causes some worry, now as understanding seeps in. But I won't let that get in the way of doing what I can. Not now.
Later.
Some do have it worse.
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I was looking for something about my sleep and exhaustion. I saw the title to this, so decided to watch. Okay, mine isn't fatal, and I do get some relief from sleep, or even rest when that is all that is available. But the sense, to me, is as if I had not slept. It comes and goes now, but for the first 22 years of my illness it was as if I had gone to bed at 20:00 (8:00 pm) and waken at midnight, at best. Perpetually sleep deprived, I have wandered through life. I have had many lovers in that time, made it half way through engineering school, even worked up to benching over 300 pounds and swimming three times a week. None of it lasted, of course. Moving out here was... a bit of a chore, but obviously I did it.
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I was looking for something about my sleep and exhaustion. I saw the title to this, so decided to watch. Okay, mine isn't fatal, and I do get some relief from sleep, or even rest when that is all that is available. But the sense, to me, is as if I had not slept. It comes and goes now, but for the first 22 years of my illness it was as if I had gone to bed at 20:00 (8:00 pm) and waken at midnight, at best. Perpetually sleep deprived, I have wandered through life. I have had many lovers in that time, made it half way through engineering school, even worked up to benching over 300 pounds and swimming three times a week. None of it lasted, of course. Moving out here was... a bit of a chore, but obviously I did it.
When Buddhists are killing mad...
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You know there is a problem. And the problem isn't with the Buddhists. Hmm... I guess the West is just numb with dumb. I had a friend getting his ph. d. in something silly or other. We discussed this. He told me about his muslim friends and I laughed at him. I simply told him they weren't his friends. The first chance they get to create enough of a majority, or if he gets in their way, or if they want his spot for one of their own, or even if the opportunity simply presents itself or they feel like it, they would cut his throat, literally or figuratively. Even Buddhists know it. I made it perfectly clear that they are not welcome hereabouts. Called him an idiot too. He didn't take it well. *grins* If he survives he'll get over it. At least he finally did buy a shotgun, with a little pressure from an old friend. Stupid but not crazy I guess. I wonder if he bought slugs, as I also suggested? My favorite. Even works for bear, as well as any other firearm anyway, assuming you hit the blasted beast.
If you are too lazy to go over... no worries, I understand sometimes, lately especially. It is short, but the highlight was this little quote.
“You can be full of kindness and love, but you cannot sleep next to a mad dog,” Ashin Wirathu, a spiritual leader of the movement and very popular figure in Burma, said of the country’s Muslims, whom he called “the enemy.” He told the New York Times, “I am proud to be called a radical Buddhist.”
Personally? I would call him a realistic man who wishes for himself, his family, his faith, and his nation to live. Nothing radical there at all. Or even Buddhist. Still, I'll let him use his own words, in peace.
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You know there is a problem. And the problem isn't with the Buddhists. Hmm... I guess the West is just numb with dumb. I had a friend getting his ph. d. in something silly or other. We discussed this. He told me about his muslim friends and I laughed at him. I simply told him they weren't his friends. The first chance they get to create enough of a majority, or if he gets in their way, or if they want his spot for one of their own, or even if the opportunity simply presents itself or they feel like it, they would cut his throat, literally or figuratively. Even Buddhists know it. I made it perfectly clear that they are not welcome hereabouts. Called him an idiot too. He didn't take it well. *grins* If he survives he'll get over it. At least he finally did buy a shotgun, with a little pressure from an old friend. Stupid but not crazy I guess. I wonder if he bought slugs, as I also suggested? My favorite. Even works for bear, as well as any other firearm anyway, assuming you hit the blasted beast.
If you are too lazy to go over... no worries, I understand sometimes, lately especially. It is short, but the highlight was this little quote.
“You can be full of kindness and love, but you cannot sleep next to a mad dog,” Ashin Wirathu, a spiritual leader of the movement and very popular figure in Burma, said of the country’s Muslims, whom he called “the enemy.” He told the New York Times, “I am proud to be called a radical Buddhist.”
Personally? I would call him a realistic man who wishes for himself, his family, his faith, and his nation to live. Nothing radical there at all. Or even Buddhist. Still, I'll let him use his own words, in peace.
Ah, that might be it.
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The second to the last time I was at the eye doctor I was sent up to the actual clinic. I was told this was because I had diabetes. They tried to send me up last time but I refused. They wanted to look deeper so that they could make sure there were no changes. They looked in, then had me do a test. They had me do it again, and again. They wanted me to do it one more time, asked if I would I refused. Beyond seeing more of the flashes than they expected, even at the fastest flash rate with the greatest randomness, I now think there was something else. The speed of my pressing the button to let them know I had seen it.
It started out with one doctor. He called over an intern. I ended up having four medical types looking over the paperwork, test results, and in my eyes, in awe. Another doctor and intern I believe. Yes, I suspect, for an old dead guy, I'm a bit more than they anticipated. You just can't imagine having doctors look at you like... I don't know how to put it. In disbelief? Like comic geeks finding a first edition Super Man comic for a quarter at a garage sale or something. I won't let them send me upstairs anymore. Things like that bother me. I also refused to be a part of their DNA program to. Make no mistake, they will do what they want anyway. But if they get caught, people will go down hard. (The information, if found worthy, will be quietly stored then sent out to be studied at some future time, however, make no mistakes. The world has changed. Or... not... depending if you believe there was a truer time in America, or the world... a questionable proposition, but possible.)
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The second to the last time I was at the eye doctor I was sent up to the actual clinic. I was told this was because I had diabetes. They tried to send me up last time but I refused. They wanted to look deeper so that they could make sure there were no changes. They looked in, then had me do a test. They had me do it again, and again. They wanted me to do it one more time, asked if I would I refused. Beyond seeing more of the flashes than they expected, even at the fastest flash rate with the greatest randomness, I now think there was something else. The speed of my pressing the button to let them know I had seen it.
It started out with one doctor. He called over an intern. I ended up having four medical types looking over the paperwork, test results, and in my eyes, in awe. Another doctor and intern I believe. Yes, I suspect, for an old dead guy, I'm a bit more than they anticipated. You just can't imagine having doctors look at you like... I don't know how to put it. In disbelief? Like comic geeks finding a first edition Super Man comic for a quarter at a garage sale or something. I won't let them send me upstairs anymore. Things like that bother me. I also refused to be a part of their DNA program to. Make no mistake, they will do what they want anyway. But if they get caught, people will go down hard. (The information, if found worthy, will be quietly stored then sent out to be studied at some future time, however, make no mistakes. The world has changed. Or... not... depending if you believe there was a truer time in America, or the world... a questionable proposition, but possible.)
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Your personal alternative music D.J.?
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For tonight. I'm digging up tunes I have found that I liked, if they didn't fit the or a particular theme or notion, or quite right. Well, assuming I otherwise liked them. Sometimes I run through hundreds of songs and videos looking for... just the right ones. Sometimes I find the pieces as if by magic. Oddly, but my search parameters more often than not lead me astray, but a chance viewing of something that just looks interesting will find what I was looking for. Rarely directly. One link leads to another to another to another. When I find it I have often forgotten what I was looking for until it hits me like a hammer. It's a fun game though.
This group starts off light, continues mostly light, by my standards, then hits a bit more of the heavy rock. Enjoy or not, not my problem.
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For tonight. I'm digging up tunes I have found that I liked, if they didn't fit the or a particular theme or notion, or quite right. Well, assuming I otherwise liked them. Sometimes I run through hundreds of songs and videos looking for... just the right ones. Sometimes I find the pieces as if by magic. Oddly, but my search parameters more often than not lead me astray, but a chance viewing of something that just looks interesting will find what I was looking for. Rarely directly. One link leads to another to another to another. When I find it I have often forgotten what I was looking for until it hits me like a hammer. It's a fun game though.
This group starts off light, continues mostly light, by my standards, then hits a bit more of the heavy rock. Enjoy or not, not my problem.
Problems commenting on your blog. Yes, you.
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They disappear.
If I'm not commenting at your blog it might be because I have but you aren't seeing it. Check your spam folder. Even comments to my own blog, by me, are being put into the spam folder. Personally I think some "lib" has filed a complaint and this is how Google bans people. Insidiously, it starts (creating) "building" a spam file, while most people don't even notice. Eventually they can claim that a lot of someone's comments are spam (a condition they created), then shut them down.
This is why people don't trust the government right now. That is how it works. It is why people don't trust liberals. Which is the public face of the government we have. When they are wrong, so can't debate, they file complaints, create a file, then attack, if usually on some non-related, often fictitious account. The IRS and even FBI files, are just some examples. Something they create. Google is liberal, and plays with and by those methods. Weak sauce, but it's all they have since they are wrong politically, morally, ethically, socially. It is what they are though.
So, check your spam boxes and see if, or how many, of my posts are in there. Don't want me to post comments, tell me. Or if you are a typical lib, just leave them there. Show your true colors. I won't know, but you will. No worries, eventually it will be your turn. What is it you do or write that is not liberal enough? Just remember, you are never liberal enough and liberals who 'think wrong' are held out as even greater examples. *cough* Paula Dean *cough*
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They disappear.
If I'm not commenting at your blog it might be because I have but you aren't seeing it. Check your spam folder. Even comments to my own blog, by me, are being put into the spam folder. Personally I think some "lib" has filed a complaint and this is how Google bans people. Insidiously, it starts (creating) "building" a spam file, while most people don't even notice. Eventually they can claim that a lot of someone's comments are spam (a condition they created), then shut them down.
This is why people don't trust the government right now. That is how it works. It is why people don't trust liberals. Which is the public face of the government we have. When they are wrong, so can't debate, they file complaints, create a file, then attack, if usually on some non-related, often fictitious account. The IRS and even FBI files, are just some examples. Something they create. Google is liberal, and plays with and by those methods. Weak sauce, but it's all they have since they are wrong politically, morally, ethically, socially. It is what they are though.
So, check your spam boxes and see if, or how many, of my posts are in there. Don't want me to post comments, tell me. Or if you are a typical lib, just leave them there. Show your true colors. I won't know, but you will. No worries, eventually it will be your turn. What is it you do or write that is not liberal enough? Just remember, you are never liberal enough and liberals who 'think wrong' are held out as even greater examples. *cough* Paula Dean *cough*
Another night of cool I think.
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I woke an hour ago. It felt like I had slept too much but I don't think so. Actually, if any thing, I was just a bit light on sleep. That usually isn't a problem unless it's too frequent. My guess is the heat of the day simply invaded my sleep. It can do that. The temp, it is suggested, only reached 89. I know when I was headed to sleep it was warming, to me, fiercely. After 100's though, 89 is mild. Not sure what the cranky body is about. Then again, this is the waking type of pain that dissipates quickly. Hmm, might have been thrown as I was expecting my friend to call when he wanted to go shopping. He never called. My phone was right there, on, charged... Not sure what happened. I'll call him tomorrow. Maybe waiting for a call in my sleep threw off? Bleh, I hope the discomfiture passes soon.
The clothes on the line were dry. I thought it would take longer for jeans to dry. In and folded. Hmm, one load was left in the dryer. An half hour longer would have gotten me to see to that but I didn't have it left to me. I've been dreaming. Dreams along the lines of the song in the fire haiku post. I am merely a watcher. I wonder if anyone else realizes that the dark words are words sung to... maintain dignity, or play the part. There is much there to consider. The roar of the mighty mouse. My dreams weren't about her, or such. Can't remember exactly. But character studies that have to be considered. Literal interpretations fail. One has to know street people, and many other types of people, to be able to put the pieces together, from what is seen. Broad, warm, fuzzy, with notes of dark and reality, sometimes gritty. That's all I can remember. We all pay a price for what we do, who we are, and getting what we want. Many don't realize it, think they are subject to the whims of others or fate. Some of us know. It comes down to choices, even for me. Have no doubts. Then again, what others might think are my choices... well, they miss the point. In actual physical life I have fewer choices than I present. My choices are just as real though. Using or not what I have and choosing wisdom when I can see it. If you make it to your best destination you will know all.
While the notion some might get from that last haiku is a desire to own a woman for her fleshly appeal, that isn't it. Neither, I think, for the singer or dancer, but certainly not for me. While reviewing the poems, and the video, I caught myself looking for what is in the flesh. While the body is alluring, for many women, I need to touch... the spirit. I need to know if that is broken, or more how. Some broken spirits have to be avoided. Whether they have chained themselves to their art, drugs, hatred, or even herself, and how deeply and strongly. Is the damage reparable. Who is this woman, really, truly. Does her flesh and spirit match. Odd things, I suppose. But after the flesh passes muster, then the real search begins. Much beauty is skin deep. For many that is enough. I've had enough of that to pass. Hollow. Of course, we are all merchants, but are we selling a ride or the whole ride. Strong, smart, beautiful, handsome, wise, graceful, we all have our selling points, and weaknesses. In it for the moment or in it for life. I've tried both, only one successfully. Would like to change that.
Hey, yeah, blathering. Do that as I wake, think. Dreams probably being spit out, or being created? Later.
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I woke an hour ago. It felt like I had slept too much but I don't think so. Actually, if any thing, I was just a bit light on sleep. That usually isn't a problem unless it's too frequent. My guess is the heat of the day simply invaded my sleep. It can do that. The temp, it is suggested, only reached 89. I know when I was headed to sleep it was warming, to me, fiercely. After 100's though, 89 is mild. Not sure what the cranky body is about. Then again, this is the waking type of pain that dissipates quickly. Hmm, might have been thrown as I was expecting my friend to call when he wanted to go shopping. He never called. My phone was right there, on, charged... Not sure what happened. I'll call him tomorrow. Maybe waiting for a call in my sleep threw off? Bleh, I hope the discomfiture passes soon.
The clothes on the line were dry. I thought it would take longer for jeans to dry. In and folded. Hmm, one load was left in the dryer. An half hour longer would have gotten me to see to that but I didn't have it left to me. I've been dreaming. Dreams along the lines of the song in the fire haiku post. I am merely a watcher. I wonder if anyone else realizes that the dark words are words sung to... maintain dignity, or play the part. There is much there to consider. The roar of the mighty mouse. My dreams weren't about her, or such. Can't remember exactly. But character studies that have to be considered. Literal interpretations fail. One has to know street people, and many other types of people, to be able to put the pieces together, from what is seen. Broad, warm, fuzzy, with notes of dark and reality, sometimes gritty. That's all I can remember. We all pay a price for what we do, who we are, and getting what we want. Many don't realize it, think they are subject to the whims of others or fate. Some of us know. It comes down to choices, even for me. Have no doubts. Then again, what others might think are my choices... well, they miss the point. In actual physical life I have fewer choices than I present. My choices are just as real though. Using or not what I have and choosing wisdom when I can see it. If you make it to your best destination you will know all.
While the notion some might get from that last haiku is a desire to own a woman for her fleshly appeal, that isn't it. Neither, I think, for the singer or dancer, but certainly not for me. While reviewing the poems, and the video, I caught myself looking for what is in the flesh. While the body is alluring, for many women, I need to touch... the spirit. I need to know if that is broken, or more how. Some broken spirits have to be avoided. Whether they have chained themselves to their art, drugs, hatred, or even herself, and how deeply and strongly. Is the damage reparable. Who is this woman, really, truly. Does her flesh and spirit match. Odd things, I suppose. But after the flesh passes muster, then the real search begins. Much beauty is skin deep. For many that is enough. I've had enough of that to pass. Hollow. Of course, we are all merchants, but are we selling a ride or the whole ride. Strong, smart, beautiful, handsome, wise, graceful, we all have our selling points, and weaknesses. In it for the moment or in it for life. I've tried both, only one successfully. Would like to change that.
Hey, yeah, blathering. Do that as I wake, think. Dreams probably being spit out, or being created? Later.
A bit, but nap time.
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It always takes more time than I suspected and I am running slower as well. The dishes, however, were more work than anticipated. There is something special about dishwater that has sat for... too long. A stench that has to be worked out. A fresh wash, a new dishrag and the old one probably to be thrown, another soap soak, with vinegar, now a soak in just hot water and vinegar. But the smell is gone from the dishpan and dishes at least. Laundry was being done in there as well. Three loads through, one more in the wash and dryer. Most of what will go out on the line is hung. Jeans, shorts, a sweater, basically the heavier stuff. I enjoyed the towels my mother line dried, it makes them rougher but seemingly more absorbent?
I didn't get to planting or hoeing yesterday. Neither will I get to it today. I also didn't get the plumbing in the kitchen sink set back up. With the dishes tended, I won't be dealing with a major stink when I do get in there though. Ah well. Oh, but the laundry that isn't drying was either folded or hung. Another night like last night, however, and I think I'll be back on track to do some serious work again. That one cool night helped in ways I simply can't explain. Like the breath of air that allows a whale to dive miles deep? Something. But I have to have that. Several deep breaths of cool would put things back to rights.
A nap, though, shortly. After the last load is finished. I told my friend I would be in town today, and I plan on it. My phone is charged, and will be right beside my bed. I'm hoping mid-afternoon will work. I did get a shower in, but another wouldn't hurt, just to moisturize a bit extra. Best check on the laundry and wind down.
I'm not sure about my last haiku poem. I am not even sure it makes sense, or... something. When watching the video the poem just wrote itself so... I just left it as it is. I have found some sense to it for myself, but if it doesn't work for you I do understand. Oddly, it, and the first, seem to mean the most to me personally, if I am not sure they are the best. Later.
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It always takes more time than I suspected and I am running slower as well. The dishes, however, were more work than anticipated. There is something special about dishwater that has sat for... too long. A stench that has to be worked out. A fresh wash, a new dishrag and the old one probably to be thrown, another soap soak, with vinegar, now a soak in just hot water and vinegar. But the smell is gone from the dishpan and dishes at least. Laundry was being done in there as well. Three loads through, one more in the wash and dryer. Most of what will go out on the line is hung. Jeans, shorts, a sweater, basically the heavier stuff. I enjoyed the towels my mother line dried, it makes them rougher but seemingly more absorbent?
I didn't get to planting or hoeing yesterday. Neither will I get to it today. I also didn't get the plumbing in the kitchen sink set back up. With the dishes tended, I won't be dealing with a major stink when I do get in there though. Ah well. Oh, but the laundry that isn't drying was either folded or hung. Another night like last night, however, and I think I'll be back on track to do some serious work again. That one cool night helped in ways I simply can't explain. Like the breath of air that allows a whale to dive miles deep? Something. But I have to have that. Several deep breaths of cool would put things back to rights.
A nap, though, shortly. After the last load is finished. I told my friend I would be in town today, and I plan on it. My phone is charged, and will be right beside my bed. I'm hoping mid-afternoon will work. I did get a shower in, but another wouldn't hurt, just to moisturize a bit extra. Best check on the laundry and wind down.
I'm not sure about my last haiku poem. I am not even sure it makes sense, or... something. When watching the video the poem just wrote itself so... I just left it as it is. I have found some sense to it for myself, but if it doesn't work for you I do understand. Oddly, it, and the first, seem to mean the most to me personally, if I am not sure they are the best. Later.
It is started.
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Dishes are soaking, and should be cool enough to mess with by now. One load is through the wash, part of the first wash is in the dryer the rest will go on the line after I take a shower... which is waiting on dishes as I decided to fuss with them in the tub. Just... trust that I am simply attempting to be efficient and work within my parameters. After the dishes, then a shower, I will load up some of the bigger pots to be cleaned. I am hungry as a bear. There is a roast thawed but it might be a bit... out of season, if you know what I mean. It just happens. I used the rest of the meat I thawed, and I will check it just in case. If it is salvageable, I will simply grill it while I am tinkering on other things. Low and slow with a turn every half hour, until it... smells right, mostly... two, maybe three hours.
It is generously cool tonight. They say it is 57 with 59% humidity. I don't know what that feels so cool, almost cold. Then again, if as usual, I am running around with just shorts (real shorts). No shirt, no shoes, if some service. This is the first time I have felt cool, or sort of sensed it, since... I can't remember. While the ac cools the place, or more the bedroom, I still usually have that underlying sense of heat. Even when sleeping. It is wonderful. I do need this, once in a while.
The song from the movie, the one they use in the trailer... I just... wanted to hear that a little more closely, learn more about it. What is kicking around in my brain I have no idea. Just... You have as much idea as I do, if you have a lot less to work with. You get to see some things, without the context or backdrop and history. I think I would prefer to keep it that way were I you. Heck, if I were me. And I do keep it that way, mostly, when I can.
Later.
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Dishes are soaking, and should be cool enough to mess with by now. One load is through the wash, part of the first wash is in the dryer the rest will go on the line after I take a shower... which is waiting on dishes as I decided to fuss with them in the tub. Just... trust that I am simply attempting to be efficient and work within my parameters. After the dishes, then a shower, I will load up some of the bigger pots to be cleaned. I am hungry as a bear. There is a roast thawed but it might be a bit... out of season, if you know what I mean. It just happens. I used the rest of the meat I thawed, and I will check it just in case. If it is salvageable, I will simply grill it while I am tinkering on other things. Low and slow with a turn every half hour, until it... smells right, mostly... two, maybe three hours.
It is generously cool tonight. They say it is 57 with 59% humidity. I don't know what that feels so cool, almost cold. Then again, if as usual, I am running around with just shorts (real shorts). No shirt, no shoes, if some service. This is the first time I have felt cool, or sort of sensed it, since... I can't remember. While the ac cools the place, or more the bedroom, I still usually have that underlying sense of heat. Even when sleeping. It is wonderful. I do need this, once in a while.
The song from the movie, the one they use in the trailer... I just... wanted to hear that a little more closely, learn more about it. What is kicking around in my brain I have no idea. Just... You have as much idea as I do, if you have a lot less to work with. You get to see some things, without the context or backdrop and history. I think I would prefer to keep it that way were I you. Heck, if I were me. And I do keep it that way, mostly, when I can.
Later.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Sleep interupted.
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After just a bit of sleep, the young man who mows the lawn knocked. He is young, so I like being awake when he is here in case there is a problem. Good thing today. The lawnmower blade kept loosening. I can tighten it without issue, but I'll have to figure out what the real problem is. It loosened three times today. *chink, clang, bang* It reminded me of the vehicle in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, only it didn't take me anywhere fantastical, fly, or even float. I'll have to work on it. So, instead of going to bed at O'morning thirty, I didn't go down until about 13:00, which means I didn't wake until about 21:00, so no gardening took place. No problems, mostly. I did show off my garden, and what watering has done for my lawn, while moving the hoses the helping to pick up sticks. I don't want him chopping up a branch and getting little or big splinters. Yeah, I remember mowing at that age... Sticks? What sticks? Lucky I never got impaled by some of the logs I tried to mow myself. *grins*
Friday is it? Time is flying. I need to get on some things. I have an appointment coming up with cardio. I am going to ask for a return of an old medicine that seemed to work. I am also going to ask for a bit of an allowance to help me get to more swimming. I am doubtful about either, but should I get either it would be a boon, both could mean a huge difference. We will see. Especially now that the weather looks to be going back to a more normal range, in the 90's. I am sort of stuck, but I think I can work my way around this before long. Gah! I hope so. If a little down time, while still keeping up on some things, has been a minor and pleasant escape, it is getting old, as it does.
Hmm... might have to tinker tonight. I actually feel cool enough to tempt tending a few things... setting dishes to soak in spare sinks, setting some laundry to wash then maybe just hanging them outside, and getting to the main, the kitchen sink plumbing. If that goes well, then actually finishing the en suite water part, at the least, and toilet install if I do. Yeah, I know, but... yeah. *shrug* I know. Later.
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After just a bit of sleep, the young man who mows the lawn knocked. He is young, so I like being awake when he is here in case there is a problem. Good thing today. The lawnmower blade kept loosening. I can tighten it without issue, but I'll have to figure out what the real problem is. It loosened three times today. *chink, clang, bang* It reminded me of the vehicle in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, only it didn't take me anywhere fantastical, fly, or even float. I'll have to work on it. So, instead of going to bed at O'morning thirty, I didn't go down until about 13:00, which means I didn't wake until about 21:00, so no gardening took place. No problems, mostly. I did show off my garden, and what watering has done for my lawn, while moving the hoses the helping to pick up sticks. I don't want him chopping up a branch and getting little or big splinters. Yeah, I remember mowing at that age... Sticks? What sticks? Lucky I never got impaled by some of the logs I tried to mow myself. *grins*
Friday is it? Time is flying. I need to get on some things. I have an appointment coming up with cardio. I am going to ask for a return of an old medicine that seemed to work. I am also going to ask for a bit of an allowance to help me get to more swimming. I am doubtful about either, but should I get either it would be a boon, both could mean a huge difference. We will see. Especially now that the weather looks to be going back to a more normal range, in the 90's. I am sort of stuck, but I think I can work my way around this before long. Gah! I hope so. If a little down time, while still keeping up on some things, has been a minor and pleasant escape, it is getting old, as it does.
Hmm... might have to tinker tonight. I actually feel cool enough to tempt tending a few things... setting dishes to soak in spare sinks, setting some laundry to wash then maybe just hanging them outside, and getting to the main, the kitchen sink plumbing. If that goes well, then actually finishing the en suite water part, at the least, and toilet install if I do. Yeah, I know, but... yeah. *shrug* I know. Later.
The movie I was looking for was found, watched.
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I saw a trailer of it the last time I was in the theater. I could not remember the name, just bits and pieces. Why now? Who cares. It is a tin-man version of Hellboy, I suppose one could say. It even includes things about the heart, a pet tale additive for me, of course. A creature created, or recreated, for a set purpose, who is left with choices that seem impossible. Some things must, eventually, face the facts that... we are different. While I may seem warlike, and really... am, it is never about war, combat, or such, mostly. It is about doing what is right clean over my own inclinations. Books, poetry, science, romance, being an island, if I had been left to my druthers. Oh, no worries, even I miss that point from time to time. I certainly hunger for that which I seemingly was designed, programmed, or both.
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I saw a trailer of it the last time I was in the theater. I could not remember the name, just bits and pieces. Why now? Who cares. It is a tin-man version of Hellboy, I suppose one could say. It even includes things about the heart, a pet tale additive for me, of course. A creature created, or recreated, for a set purpose, who is left with choices that seem impossible. Some things must, eventually, face the facts that... we are different. While I may seem warlike, and really... am, it is never about war, combat, or such, mostly. It is about doing what is right clean over my own inclinations. Books, poetry, science, romance, being an island, if I had been left to my druthers. Oh, no worries, even I miss that point from time to time. I certainly hunger for that which I seemingly was designed, programmed, or both.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Knocking at the door at 22:00?
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Oh, I suppose it could happen. What with the festivities, who knows why someone might want or need to stop in, if the time made it unusual. I heard the knocks right through the headphones. I took off the headset and stepped over to the door. A few more knocks? I opened the door to...
Someone must have spent a fine nickle. I noticed them earlier when moving the hoses, and enjoyed them really. I suppose I was surprised they were still going off and that they were that powerful. A face full of pretty and sparkly was worth answering the door to see. All good here. There were many folk letting them off. It did make for an extra pleasant night to move hoses around. *boom* *bang* *pop, pop, pop, CRAckle*
Oh, right, the steak... well, I ought to turn the water off as I get dinner going. I sort of lost track. It is easy to do. Good night, most likely.
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Oh, I suppose it could happen. What with the festivities, who knows why someone might want or need to stop in, if the time made it unusual. I heard the knocks right through the headphones. I took off the headset and stepped over to the door. A few more knocks? I opened the door to...
Oh, right, the steak... well, I ought to turn the water off as I get dinner going. I sort of lost track. It is easy to do. Good night, most likely.
It may not be a perfect lawn yet.
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Bits and pieces, low and slow, but it is what I have. Who knows, in three or four years I might actually get to goats. Strange, silly to most modern sensibilities, but... proactive considering my condition and situation. If it is all you can do, do it! Later.
Trees sure can complicate watering a lawn. A bit of a trick but nothing a bit of thinking and tinkering doesn't solve. A half hour more, then I move the side sprinkler, and the main ones as well. I over watered into the area I will be planting tomorrow. Looks like I need to do more weeding while at it. Every time I go out to look over the plants though, I do just a bit of hand weeding to top things off. I still can't keep completely on top of it all, but... Not too bad yet. Just to keep on top of it to a degree, I hope. Odd how gardens grow on you? *smiles* I am truly enjoying it, even if I don't end up with even a pepper or tomato or ear of corn. Though I must say, I am beginning to suspect I will get a little something for my efforts.
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(in the beginning, when I moved in and for the first two years)
[these pictures are just examples, mind you]
My first two years, here, though, my lawn looked like a weed patch. A dead weed patch by August. Beside being a draw for wild critters and a fire threat, it was just plain ugly. Now, I couldn't get on top of mowing. Simply it was and remains too much work. The heat stress of it was a bit much. The neighbor had a son he thought might be up to the task. I know it is hard on him, as well, but he likes the extra income. Now I have taken over watering. I might be able to pay him a bit more for mowing. Look, it's got to be worth his time. With me watering, that cuts into his time, if it does wonders for the lawn. Green, mostly. I hit areas that need it more, I move things around, and I water more frequently. It is a fight but one I am waging as I can. A year or two of this, more seeding this fall, and maybe I will have a real lawn in a year or two. I best begin saving up for either a riding lawnmower or at least a powered push mower for when Jacky Paper grows up and doesn't want to work for beans... unless he is planning to go 'into the business' rather than getting some other more full time job. Difficult to know.
(not this bad, but patches I have to keep up on)
The new plants are phasing in and out of health. But they all did, when first planted. I have extras even yet, for any that die. Saturday is going to be busy, as beside taking my friend shopping I may be planting. Though I could do that tomorrow instead. I have the last of the peppers to put in. I need to thin the turnips now. They are truly ready, just not today as it is too late and watering takes priority in the shorter run. So maybe some planting and thinning tomorrow. If I don't finish it all, then more work on that Saturday. As for arranging my sleep, that shouldn't be too difficult, as flexible as that has been lately, mostly, I think.
(goal, I'm 2/3rds the way there, maybe)
Small things, little things, nearly daily things, added to feeding the girls and making sure they have water. Incrementally growing capacity through demand. As things are looking, I am more seriously thinking about getting the chicken coop cleaned and ready for chickens next spring. That will mean, however, work on a completely enclosed confinement. I do believe I will just extend it from the coop then off to the side/back. It will have to be fully enclosed as we have hawks big enough to take full grown chickens, and critters that can climb and jump. The only reason cats make it around here is that they can climb, hiss, and if need be do some shredding themselves. Not an easy, or even probably tasty, treat. I would think small dogs would be easier to take? And tastier! Yum!
I wasn't up long then back to bed.
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Probably not going to do that again, I think I overslept which brings around aches itself. It rained sometime in the night, and again sometime while I was asleep today. I don't know how much rain we got but it couldn't have been all that much. I think, out here, the only way to know, would be to put up a rain gauge, which I have been meaning to do. I will be going in Saturday. My friend wanted to go shopping today, but I am just waking. He has something tomorrow, so Saturday seemed the next best time. Hmm... I wonder if he would want to go a bit later?
A rain gauge, several hoses, and perhaps three more sprinklers, plus putting those checks into my account, is all I need. He usually just goes for groceries, but a stop at one of the farm implement stores, that happens to carry firearms and ammunition (when it's available) is a place he likes to stop as well. Wait, they close by 19:00, and might not even be open today. The only place open today is probably Walmart... though things have changed since I was a kid, living in small towns. I haven't really paid attention in decades because it usually doesn't concern me.
Then again, I need to get the watering going. But I don't want to overwater. I best stick to Saturday. The high, today, was only 88. It is down to 81 now, which means it is a very cool day. A pleasant break from a week or so of 100's. I actually think what shut me down was the cloud cover. Funny how that works. I keep wondering about that. At first it seemed like a vulnerability. The thing is, I am much more awake, when I am awake, than I have been for a long time. But the depth of consciousness is more fragile. So, while it is a vulnerability, it is a weakness created through a greater general strength. You can't be almost dead and have your cake and eat it to. I am almost impossibly well for my condition as is, so I won't complain too much about a few frailties.
I did happen to thaw a ribeye. Dinner in a bit, I suppose. I wasn't thinking about the 4th, it just happens to fit. Later.
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Probably not going to do that again, I think I overslept which brings around aches itself. It rained sometime in the night, and again sometime while I was asleep today. I don't know how much rain we got but it couldn't have been all that much. I think, out here, the only way to know, would be to put up a rain gauge, which I have been meaning to do. I will be going in Saturday. My friend wanted to go shopping today, but I am just waking. He has something tomorrow, so Saturday seemed the next best time. Hmm... I wonder if he would want to go a bit later?
A rain gauge, several hoses, and perhaps three more sprinklers, plus putting those checks into my account, is all I need. He usually just goes for groceries, but a stop at one of the farm implement stores, that happens to carry firearms and ammunition (when it's available) is a place he likes to stop as well. Wait, they close by 19:00, and might not even be open today. The only place open today is probably Walmart... though things have changed since I was a kid, living in small towns. I haven't really paid attention in decades because it usually doesn't concern me.
Then again, I need to get the watering going. But I don't want to overwater. I best stick to Saturday. The high, today, was only 88. It is down to 81 now, which means it is a very cool day. A pleasant break from a week or so of 100's. I actually think what shut me down was the cloud cover. Funny how that works. I keep wondering about that. At first it seemed like a vulnerability. The thing is, I am much more awake, when I am awake, than I have been for a long time. But the depth of consciousness is more fragile. So, while it is a vulnerability, it is a weakness created through a greater general strength. You can't be almost dead and have your cake and eat it to. I am almost impossibly well for my condition as is, so I won't complain too much about a few frailties.
I did happen to thaw a ribeye. Dinner in a bit, I suppose. I wasn't thinking about the 4th, it just happens to fit. Later.
I think I am learning to ride this pony.
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It's a trick pony. Call it heatwave, call it high summer, call it what you will. It came early, and hard. Over a week at or over 100, now new and improved with 50% humidity. Still beats Iowa where 50% humidity was called an odd winter day? Something. I think it only got to 50% when the water froze in the air! Bleh.
The thing is, I have abandoned trying to keep a schedule. I am merely sleeping when I can get it in, as I can. I am probably sleeping a bit more, but not drastically more. Last night I was in bed by 23:00 or so and awake by 4:00, all give or take. So my sleep is shorter. No heat sickness now, either. Enough hydration and sleeping at while the proverbial or literal iron is hot has helped with that. Sleeping, somewhat alternately, when it is hot and when cool, and thus splitting my awake time between the two extremes. These things help.
Today is watering day. I did take a trek out to the garden, just to look things over. While the plants I planted do seem to be surviving, the shorter plants I had in are actually much more robust at this point. Their leaves have set in thickly, much more so than the taller new plants. Size is relative in this way. My tomatoes are setting on serious blooms now, too. And the root vegetables I planted, or at least the turnips, are getting of a size in which I have to start thinning. I should get a decent pan of greens from them. Yeah, perhaps not as good as fresh spinach to some, but I myself have learned to like many types of greens. I may water out there early this morning, before the sun comes up. If I do that I will hold off new planting until tomorrow. Yeah, that may be the way to go. I have a score more pepper plants to put out. I never did get the habanero in, but that is now or never. And the Tai peppers were never put in... Ah well, they will make it or not.
Corn is looking good, and I think the new plants are doing well. My lawn is doing as well as it can in this heat. I may be going to town for more hoses and sprinklers today. I found some checks for travel reimbursement that will cover most of the cost as well. A total of $60 or $70 incoming makes spending even a hundred a lot less seemingly daunting. And I know what to look for in hoses. I don't mind spending a little more for better, less likely to kink, heavier, hoses. And the sprinklers I bought were perfect, if I might have to dig around for them. The last time I was at the store they didn't have them. I'm starting to think Walmart buys a big shipment then simply doesn't replace what is sold? Something is really odd with how they are doing things now. Actually, it isn't just Walmart. I have seen, to a degree, the same thing at Lowe's and H.D. Seasonal buying that is one-time, on some things.
Bit by bit my kit and skills and knowledge are coming together. Whether fixing drywall, watering the lawn and garden, or working even on minor plumbing. This is one of the more pleasant times in my life this way. I've always had the interest, just never the money or health. Now, right now, a woman could be handy. No, not to nag, just to... remind. To keep me on track. Perhaps a bit of cheering. Well, I suppose some nagging, and simple need, wouldn't be all bad. A woman taking cold showers will definitely... push a man. Then again, she would have figured out warming water before I did. And some help on the finicky details wouldn't be bad. That has worked before.
Well, on to... more waking. Good day.
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It's a trick pony. Call it heatwave, call it high summer, call it what you will. It came early, and hard. Over a week at or over 100, now new and improved with 50% humidity. Still beats Iowa where 50% humidity was called an odd winter day? Something. I think it only got to 50% when the water froze in the air! Bleh.
The thing is, I have abandoned trying to keep a schedule. I am merely sleeping when I can get it in, as I can. I am probably sleeping a bit more, but not drastically more. Last night I was in bed by 23:00 or so and awake by 4:00, all give or take. So my sleep is shorter. No heat sickness now, either. Enough hydration and sleeping at while the proverbial or literal iron is hot has helped with that. Sleeping, somewhat alternately, when it is hot and when cool, and thus splitting my awake time between the two extremes. These things help.
Today is watering day. I did take a trek out to the garden, just to look things over. While the plants I planted do seem to be surviving, the shorter plants I had in are actually much more robust at this point. Their leaves have set in thickly, much more so than the taller new plants. Size is relative in this way. My tomatoes are setting on serious blooms now, too. And the root vegetables I planted, or at least the turnips, are getting of a size in which I have to start thinning. I should get a decent pan of greens from them. Yeah, perhaps not as good as fresh spinach to some, but I myself have learned to like many types of greens. I may water out there early this morning, before the sun comes up. If I do that I will hold off new planting until tomorrow. Yeah, that may be the way to go. I have a score more pepper plants to put out. I never did get the habanero in, but that is now or never. And the Tai peppers were never put in... Ah well, they will make it or not.
Corn is looking good, and I think the new plants are doing well. My lawn is doing as well as it can in this heat. I may be going to town for more hoses and sprinklers today. I found some checks for travel reimbursement that will cover most of the cost as well. A total of $60 or $70 incoming makes spending even a hundred a lot less seemingly daunting. And I know what to look for in hoses. I don't mind spending a little more for better, less likely to kink, heavier, hoses. And the sprinklers I bought were perfect, if I might have to dig around for them. The last time I was at the store they didn't have them. I'm starting to think Walmart buys a big shipment then simply doesn't replace what is sold? Something is really odd with how they are doing things now. Actually, it isn't just Walmart. I have seen, to a degree, the same thing at Lowe's and H.D. Seasonal buying that is one-time, on some things.
Bit by bit my kit and skills and knowledge are coming together. Whether fixing drywall, watering the lawn and garden, or working even on minor plumbing. This is one of the more pleasant times in my life this way. I've always had the interest, just never the money or health. Now, right now, a woman could be handy. No, not to nag, just to... remind. To keep me on track. Perhaps a bit of cheering. Well, I suppose some nagging, and simple need, wouldn't be all bad. A woman taking cold showers will definitely... push a man. Then again, she would have figured out warming water before I did. And some help on the finicky details wouldn't be bad. That has worked before.
Well, on to... more waking. Good day.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
It's always good when sleep is fine.
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I didn't go down until 9:00 or maybe 10:00, can't be sure. I don't even know when I woke. When there is no sleep schedule it is simply complicated to track. What I do know was that the sleep I had was superior. And, yeah, that means something. With the heat being what it is, I need good sleep. It isn't always possible, especially when on top of my lackluster ability to generally tend to myself I don't hydrate well enough. It seems I have been tending that. Last summer is an example of when all goes wrong. Getting an ac up and running is one part of it, but only a part. I am honestly surprised last summer, and some winters, didn't end up killing me all on their own. Taking care of the little things is new, a process I have come to by being on medications that seem to be improving my heart condition. That improvement allows me to scamper out of the heat, figure out how to drink and eat more, and other things. It's been years, now, for example, since I have gone without food for more than a few days, if largely in part to the beneficence of decent neighbors albeit.
The little things, food, water, temperature modulation... things most people just manage without a thought... things I have been unable to do. If things got bad, for the last few decades, I would just withdraw into myself away from whatever the source of discomfort or pain. I would suffer, but not feel the pain of these things, mostly. As I said, I am amazed I didn't seriously hurt myself through inability. It wasn't that I didn't want to improve, it is that I couldn't. I couldn't always think myself through. And when I knew what the problem was, I couldn't always do the work. That is assuming my finances weren't in such a tangle that I had money to throw at a problem. All problems generally require some money.
Each area has improved. I'm still crippled pretty good. Have no doubts there. In this latest heatwave I have been gimping a bit more. But I have everything in place to keep cooler, drink more fluid, and still tend to some of the externals like watering the plants, feeding the girls and myself a bit, and getting out once in a while. That used to be as good as things got, and they were only that good for very short times. Sam, the cat that came with the house, frightened me. I wasn't sure I could keep her properly fed and watered and otherwise tended. I won't say it was perfect, but I've done well. It started a bit rocky but I have improved a thousand fold as to surety and timeliness. I was already improved from moving out here though. And shortly after they "found" the heart problem and started dealing with it in a way that worked, roughly, improvements have increased manifold. I do, daily, what I could not have done in Iowa on my good days, even weeks sometimes, on my bad days here. It does amaze me, if there are slips. But the slips get tended, when I can finally get to it.
Hmm, the girls are reminding me it is food time. Yeah, fair enough. They give me an hour or two to wake. It's a deal we have. Then they come in and... gently nudge me off my butt. If that doesn't work they have been known to become a bit more... energetic... in reminding me. Food! Yeah, fair enough to be sure.
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I didn't go down until 9:00 or maybe 10:00, can't be sure. I don't even know when I woke. When there is no sleep schedule it is simply complicated to track. What I do know was that the sleep I had was superior. And, yeah, that means something. With the heat being what it is, I need good sleep. It isn't always possible, especially when on top of my lackluster ability to generally tend to myself I don't hydrate well enough. It seems I have been tending that. Last summer is an example of when all goes wrong. Getting an ac up and running is one part of it, but only a part. I am honestly surprised last summer, and some winters, didn't end up killing me all on their own. Taking care of the little things is new, a process I have come to by being on medications that seem to be improving my heart condition. That improvement allows me to scamper out of the heat, figure out how to drink and eat more, and other things. It's been years, now, for example, since I have gone without food for more than a few days, if largely in part to the beneficence of decent neighbors albeit.
The little things, food, water, temperature modulation... things most people just manage without a thought... things I have been unable to do. If things got bad, for the last few decades, I would just withdraw into myself away from whatever the source of discomfort or pain. I would suffer, but not feel the pain of these things, mostly. As I said, I am amazed I didn't seriously hurt myself through inability. It wasn't that I didn't want to improve, it is that I couldn't. I couldn't always think myself through. And when I knew what the problem was, I couldn't always do the work. That is assuming my finances weren't in such a tangle that I had money to throw at a problem. All problems generally require some money.
Each area has improved. I'm still crippled pretty good. Have no doubts there. In this latest heatwave I have been gimping a bit more. But I have everything in place to keep cooler, drink more fluid, and still tend to some of the externals like watering the plants, feeding the girls and myself a bit, and getting out once in a while. That used to be as good as things got, and they were only that good for very short times. Sam, the cat that came with the house, frightened me. I wasn't sure I could keep her properly fed and watered and otherwise tended. I won't say it was perfect, but I've done well. It started a bit rocky but I have improved a thousand fold as to surety and timeliness. I was already improved from moving out here though. And shortly after they "found" the heart problem and started dealing with it in a way that worked, roughly, improvements have increased manifold. I do, daily, what I could not have done in Iowa on my good days, even weeks sometimes, on my bad days here. It does amaze me, if there are slips. But the slips get tended, when I can finally get to it.
Hmm, the girls are reminding me it is food time. Yeah, fair enough. They give me an hour or two to wake. It's a deal we have. Then they come in and... gently nudge me off my butt. If that doesn't work they have been known to become a bit more... energetic... in reminding me. Food! Yeah, fair enough to be sure.
A spook show, of the old type.
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While looking through upcoming trailers, I noted this one. Just the feel of it. It looks like it might be of some quality. Now, anything based on a true story? Well, yeah, whatever. They did capture something, to, that I used to have happen often, as a child. I was always told, and came to believe, that it was just me kicking in my sleep. What I do know is I feared what might be under the bed something awful. And I was, and remain, amazed at how far a 'sleep kick' could move me. I never thought that might have been real since I grew up. I was suspicious, but when it stopped happening, mostly as it still happens a few times a year but not weekly, I was able to just let it go. Then again, at 280, I might put some poor ghost's back out, should that be the cause, if it tries it now. Heh.
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While looking through upcoming trailers, I noted this one. Just the feel of it. It looks like it might be of some quality. Now, anything based on a true story? Well, yeah, whatever. They did capture something, to, that I used to have happen often, as a child. I was always told, and came to believe, that it was just me kicking in my sleep. What I do know is I feared what might be under the bed something awful. And I was, and remain, amazed at how far a 'sleep kick' could move me. I never thought that might have been real since I grew up. I was suspicious, but when it stopped happening, mostly as it still happens a few times a year but not weekly, I was able to just let it go. Then again, at 280, I might put some poor ghost's back out, should that be the cause, if it tries it now. Heh.
Oh, well, I suppose I should watch a little more closely.
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The front yard, side yard, and garden were watered well. The new plants will be reviewed tomorrow. I am terribly afraid to put out the habanero plants. They are so small compared to what was put out. I just can't see how they will make it. But... on the next day I can get to it, I will plant them. The plants I put out were bigger than the ones that were out there, but that hasn't helped them all that much. Oh well, this is an experiment and it is time. Friday, they are predicting, temps will drop from around 100 down to the low 90's/high 80's. That would be a better time to plant. If the predictions hold. It is supposed to stay in that range for a week or more. Then again, as often as they recalibrate their predictions... I guess that is the plight of the gardener and farmer. So be it.
While watering that last piece of dry ground, it seemed to be going well. Now, I did leave it on a wee long, I simply forgot. When I went out to check on it, the ground holding the sprinkler had become quite saturated and the spike had come out. It seems a bit suspicious to me, though natural events are a reasonable explanation. I may sneak water it again tomorrow, a little deeper. While it did get an area moistened that terribly needed it, it also missed most of what else needed it. I wonder if a tom might attack a sprinkler, if it was annoyed? Especially if they have figured them out and prefer to take a certain path? If I were a tom, I would figure it out. Only do it when annoyed or... hot and bothered then interrupted by a spray though.
I'm feeling pretty good tonight. Drinking more helps a bit, if not fully. It's just hot. And it isn't cooling quickly. I'd love to leave things open and go on to bed that way but it is too late. I would wake in a oven, with the heat invading. Good night, mostly. Hungry though... Hmm... Good night or later.
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The front yard, side yard, and garden were watered well. The new plants will be reviewed tomorrow. I am terribly afraid to put out the habanero plants. They are so small compared to what was put out. I just can't see how they will make it. But... on the next day I can get to it, I will plant them. The plants I put out were bigger than the ones that were out there, but that hasn't helped them all that much. Oh well, this is an experiment and it is time. Friday, they are predicting, temps will drop from around 100 down to the low 90's/high 80's. That would be a better time to plant. If the predictions hold. It is supposed to stay in that range for a week or more. Then again, as often as they recalibrate their predictions... I guess that is the plight of the gardener and farmer. So be it.
While watering that last piece of dry ground, it seemed to be going well. Now, I did leave it on a wee long, I simply forgot. When I went out to check on it, the ground holding the sprinkler had become quite saturated and the spike had come out. It seems a bit suspicious to me, though natural events are a reasonable explanation. I may sneak water it again tomorrow, a little deeper. While it did get an area moistened that terribly needed it, it also missed most of what else needed it. I wonder if a tom might attack a sprinkler, if it was annoyed? Especially if they have figured them out and prefer to take a certain path? If I were a tom, I would figure it out. Only do it when annoyed or... hot and bothered then interrupted by a spray though.
I'm feeling pretty good tonight. Drinking more helps a bit, if not fully. It's just hot. And it isn't cooling quickly. I'd love to leave things open and go on to bed that way but it is too late. I would wake in a oven, with the heat invading. Good night, mostly. Hungry though... Hmm... Good night or later.
Why the bad heart?
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There is always the notion that bad things just happen. Good, bad, neutral, it is intimated that rain will fall on all, irregardless of their sentiment or attachment or indifference to God. Satan can't actually hurt us, without God agreeing to it. Job is the one time I remember such being allowed. I don't see signs that God does this often. Some suggest, perhaps, that the Father had to turn His head so Christ could die on the cross. But that was the greatest "corruption" of evil ever. It took the most evil of things and turned it into salvation for many, most. Yeah, that wouldn't count.
In the secular way, of course, is the fact that viruses attack animals. And whether humans are to be classified as animals, or even what is and isn't human, is a different debate. Especially with biology, weak of a science as that is, coming out with new findings that it is more likely human like beings are more likely various species, or even subspecies, not one united genetic group with minor cosmetic differences. Different arguments with material that would be confusing here. Simply, our animal flesh is subject to ill effects from contact with other living things. Hmm, I should qualify that, as there is some debate about whether viruses are actually considered living. I'm not sure what they would be if they are not living. That would put them in the arena of naturally occurring nanobots. Which... opens up a whole different can of worms. One we probably don't want to head down. Because naturally occurring, itself, would become suspect rather quickly. It has been suggested nephilim tinkered with creatures, humans, and themselves, before they were erased in and at their time.
Anyway... So I got sick. As I have suggested, I do believe I had an attack before I was out of high school. Perhaps before I finished middle school. Something was wrong. I truly had to push to do much, even with a will to it. Sure, secondary all conference on a team that didn't win a game and while I wasn't planning to go to college in football. Lettering in three sports. Taking ap classes, if I... was lagging with sleep problems (still did twice as good on the standardized tests than the next best student, if grades didn't show it). The final straw, however, did occur in the Navy. On my first submarine. I had an attack of the shingles right as we were setting sail. There was no time to see the doctor on the tender and our 'doc' (a medic with combat experience) didn't have the extremely powerful antibiotics needed. He had some things, and offered what he had. But that only kept the thing, mostly, in line. My youth and strength had been enough to go on and do much until this last attack. Within three months of leaving that sub I had become non-functional. Mind to body, trying to keep up with the demands of the service, or even get out of bed regularly, deterioration became nearly complete. Nothing I did would change it. A new man, not in the good way.
Whatever others think, I have to wonder. If God did play a role, it was to slow things down. I was going so fast and so hard I couldn't have heard His call. Who knows though. It might simply have been the odds, chances taken when life is gifted. While I may not have created a career, or gone on to finish engineering school, or some other things, I did learn to appreciate quiet times. I learned to look before leaping, if often because all I can do is look. There is no leap to me from time to time. I learned to quietly reflect. I learned to trust, in some ways. How many who are unable to work are able to buy a home? I have been gifted with a bit of a life. It isn't all woe. What I lost, the potential for certain, was not replaced. But the world isn't fair. I won't say I'm happy with it all. I also wouldn't trade it, if I still hope to work through or past it. I learned too much and gained in ways I didn't think possible. I do know I had a lot fewer sins, and perceived sins, to work past because of becoming ill. And while there is confession, that doesn't... answer all. Here and there, a price. And... I do like roses, both the real and the virtual, and stop to appreciate them now. Save for pink ones. Hmm, though even those smell quite nice. And do make nice little gifts.
Dinner was good, and needed. I should move the single hose one last time. One last area of the yard needs a bit of water. The hoses are set up to my liking now, for watering again in two days. Later.
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Anyway... So I got sick. As I have suggested, I do believe I had an attack before I was out of high school. Perhaps before I finished middle school. Something was wrong. I truly had to push to do much, even with a will to it. Sure, secondary all conference on a team that didn't win a game and while I wasn't planning to go to college in football. Lettering in three sports. Taking ap classes, if I... was lagging with sleep problems (still did twice as good on the standardized tests than the next best student, if grades didn't show it). The final straw, however, did occur in the Navy. On my first submarine. I had an attack of the shingles right as we were setting sail. There was no time to see the doctor on the tender and our 'doc' (a medic with combat experience) didn't have the extremely powerful antibiotics needed. He had some things, and offered what he had. But that only kept the thing, mostly, in line. My youth and strength had been enough to go on and do much until this last attack. Within three months of leaving that sub I had become non-functional. Mind to body, trying to keep up with the demands of the service, or even get out of bed regularly, deterioration became nearly complete. Nothing I did would change it. A new man, not in the good way.
Dinner was good, and needed. I should move the single hose one last time. One last area of the yard needs a bit of water. The hoses are set up to my liking now, for watering again in two days. Later.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Ah, well, that might have been it.
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We hit 100 today. I didn't actually feel it though. Odd. I slept through some, but not all, of it. I must be acclimating? But... that would be enough to keep me grounded. Even if I didn't feel it I probably senses it a bit further on the periphery. The whole weekend is set to be fiery. Which, for me, will give me a fine opportunity to experiment out there a bit. I really need to get to town. To get my friend his medicine if nothing else. But I would like to try to go early, before it becomes fierce. Then, when back in town, perhaps take a walk out in it. Yum? Well, no. But... I need to see it. I need to see how I will do. A canteen of water, maybe something to nibble, shorts, t-shirt, small pack, and sunscreen. Well, it sounds more 'yum' than not, put the right way... That is, if I can even kick the engine over. We will see.
A few beers are hitting home this evening. Oh, but I best turn off the water. I watered late, but I've just been moving slow and off my game as well all day. I didn't have time for the the front lawn, and technically am too late for the garden. But it absolutely had to be hit. I didn't even know about the heat until just a bit ago, I just knew that it has been dry. Beer, and maybe a few more burritos. Later, maybe goodnight.
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We hit 100 today. I didn't actually feel it though. Odd. I slept through some, but not all, of it. I must be acclimating? But... that would be enough to keep me grounded. Even if I didn't feel it I probably senses it a bit further on the periphery. The whole weekend is set to be fiery. Which, for me, will give me a fine opportunity to experiment out there a bit. I really need to get to town. To get my friend his medicine if nothing else. But I would like to try to go early, before it becomes fierce. Then, when back in town, perhaps take a walk out in it. Yum? Well, no. But... I need to see it. I need to see how I will do. A canteen of water, maybe something to nibble, shorts, t-shirt, small pack, and sunscreen. Well, it sounds more 'yum' than not, put the right way... That is, if I can even kick the engine over. We will see.
A few beers are hitting home this evening. Oh, but I best turn off the water. I watered late, but I've just been moving slow and off my game as well all day. I didn't have time for the the front lawn, and technically am too late for the garden. But it absolutely had to be hit. I didn't even know about the heat until just a bit ago, I just knew that it has been dry. Beer, and maybe a few more burritos. Later, maybe goodnight.
Oh... a gardening we will go, a gardening...
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Perhaps just setting the water to rights, but that is all gardening is some days. I set the front corners of the front yard to run a bit earlier than usual. Clouds baffled the sun so the lawn was mostly in shade. An hour or two of that, then I moved that operation out back, mostly, leaving one up to hit the nearer part of the front lawn as it was browning. In another hour I will move that hose to one of the last two parts of the lawn that really needs it. Oh, well, it might be a bit of work but it is worthwhile to see the lawn green, not brown or worse. Sam, my trusty side kick, had fun walking the walk with me. Right up to where there was even a mild chance that a drop of water might land anywhere in her vicinity. She has learned that, even standing a bit behind me, while I try to aim the sprinklers, could lend to wet fur, and a lot of it. *splash* No, didn't do it on purpose but... didn't mind, either. *wolfish grin*
Every plant, in and out, is watered or on the menu. I need to pick up a ton of good grass seed this fall. There are areas that just need a touch, other areas that need a complete fill. Now, with me watering regularly, I think it has a chance. Too hot to try it in the summer. Just too hot. Oh, but it has cooled outside. I need to open the place up and get the fans situated to take in what of it I can. No need for ac. Hmm, which is on. I'll turn that over to fan. That helps a bit. The rock takes a lot to cool. Hmm... rocks, out at BMan, might be a good native way to collect heat in the day and use as footwarmers. They used to do that with fireplaces in the winter. Worked the same only no soot. Just... thinking. Hey, a 40 night after a 110 day, yeah... best to think about warmth too.
Life is good, if a little lazy until things cool a bit. More water going in, if I am still not sure I am getting enough. A bit of pickle juice, on evenings I am not sure about, and I think that will help with waking up, or at least waking up heatsick. Plus, the stuff encourages me to drink more. Hmm, no dinner. I'm going to go get me something from town. It'll be nice to be out anyway. Later.
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Perhaps just setting the water to rights, but that is all gardening is some days. I set the front corners of the front yard to run a bit earlier than usual. Clouds baffled the sun so the lawn was mostly in shade. An hour or two of that, then I moved that operation out back, mostly, leaving one up to hit the nearer part of the front lawn as it was browning. In another hour I will move that hose to one of the last two parts of the lawn that really needs it. Oh, well, it might be a bit of work but it is worthwhile to see the lawn green, not brown or worse. Sam, my trusty side kick, had fun walking the walk with me. Right up to where there was even a mild chance that a drop of water might land anywhere in her vicinity. She has learned that, even standing a bit behind me, while I try to aim the sprinklers, could lend to wet fur, and a lot of it. *splash* No, didn't do it on purpose but... didn't mind, either. *wolfish grin*
Every plant, in and out, is watered or on the menu. I need to pick up a ton of good grass seed this fall. There are areas that just need a touch, other areas that need a complete fill. Now, with me watering regularly, I think it has a chance. Too hot to try it in the summer. Just too hot. Oh, but it has cooled outside. I need to open the place up and get the fans situated to take in what of it I can. No need for ac. Hmm, which is on. I'll turn that over to fan. That helps a bit. The rock takes a lot to cool. Hmm... rocks, out at BMan, might be a good native way to collect heat in the day and use as footwarmers. They used to do that with fireplaces in the winter. Worked the same only no soot. Just... thinking. Hey, a 40 night after a 110 day, yeah... best to think about warmth too.
Life is good, if a little lazy until things cool a bit. More water going in, if I am still not sure I am getting enough. A bit of pickle juice, on evenings I am not sure about, and I think that will help with waking up, or at least waking up heatsick. Plus, the stuff encourages me to drink more. Hmm, no dinner. I'm going to go get me something from town. It'll be nice to be out anyway. Later.
A darkness or three and a prayer.
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God has the strangest way, even with animals. Odd what all He might see fit to call. I felt something when I died, each time. Even when I only should have, there was a presence. The Master. He hadn't called me home yet, on this plain, didn't know Him well enough to recognize my own Father.
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God has the strangest way, even with animals. Odd what all He might see fit to call. I felt something when I died, each time. Even when I only should have, there was a presence. The Master. He hadn't called me home yet, on this plain, didn't know Him well enough to recognize my own Father.
Uhrm, huh?
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I slept until late, after getting back to bed. A call. Today was the day to sign the paperwork. The lady was, patiently, waiting. Outside, in the heat in her car. Ugh. But I had to have a shower! I could smell me. The heat really does unpleasant things to the body. So, very quickly a shower. Then dressing and rough grooming. I invited her to park her car in the shade, would do that for any. I won't be going anywhere, and if need be could get around a vehicle in my drive anyway.
I am feeling better. But the heat is weighing in again. The woman suggested heat will be coming down, soon, from what she heard. Down to 90 or so. As cool as my home stays, compared to the outdoors, that means into the 70's inside, usually. My home does seem to keep it 15-20 degrees cooler in here. I had thought maybe in the blast furnace heat wave that perhaps that wasn't so true lately. But stepping outside and I realize it really is a lot cooler indoors. So, yeah, probably. It's just that the 80's aren't exactly cool.
Today? Not much work, probably. If I catch a bit of cool I would like to work on the bathroom, soon. It will happen. I just need to catch my breath. Which I will do. Especially if I keep up on water consumption. I do need to water the lawn and garden today. I will probably reset the sprinklers before long, so as to just flip the switch when everything is shaded. I am hitting the various corners, and it is required. I suppose I could get more hoses and more sprinklers. With a four spigot attachment to the hydrant, which works wonderfully, I would be able to keep the sprinklers in place, not having to readjust everything for each move would be nice. And... everything could get watered, more quickly... Yeah, I'm trying to talk myself into a bit more of an expense. Four or five hoses, three more sprinklers... less than a hundred but a hundred... or seventy five... is still money out. Bleh. If I do it, it will be more to keep things from browning in the interim of watering, as it is doing now. I just won't water in direct sun, I don't want to run them all night, and the time slots are difficult. Hot, I say... While I am out, I might as well water what is shaded, the flowers and such. Still hot, but the flowers sit so as to be shaded by early afternoon. Should be cool enough by now.
Later.
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I slept until late, after getting back to bed. A call. Today was the day to sign the paperwork. The lady was, patiently, waiting. Outside, in the heat in her car. Ugh. But I had to have a shower! I could smell me. The heat really does unpleasant things to the body. So, very quickly a shower. Then dressing and rough grooming. I invited her to park her car in the shade, would do that for any. I won't be going anywhere, and if need be could get around a vehicle in my drive anyway.
I am feeling better. But the heat is weighing in again. The woman suggested heat will be coming down, soon, from what she heard. Down to 90 or so. As cool as my home stays, compared to the outdoors, that means into the 70's inside, usually. My home does seem to keep it 15-20 degrees cooler in here. I had thought maybe in the blast furnace heat wave that perhaps that wasn't so true lately. But stepping outside and I realize it really is a lot cooler indoors. So, yeah, probably. It's just that the 80's aren't exactly cool.
Today? Not much work, probably. If I catch a bit of cool I would like to work on the bathroom, soon. It will happen. I just need to catch my breath. Which I will do. Especially if I keep up on water consumption. I do need to water the lawn and garden today. I will probably reset the sprinklers before long, so as to just flip the switch when everything is shaded. I am hitting the various corners, and it is required. I suppose I could get more hoses and more sprinklers. With a four spigot attachment to the hydrant, which works wonderfully, I would be able to keep the sprinklers in place, not having to readjust everything for each move would be nice. And... everything could get watered, more quickly... Yeah, I'm trying to talk myself into a bit more of an expense. Four or five hoses, three more sprinklers... less than a hundred but a hundred... or seventy five... is still money out. Bleh. If I do it, it will be more to keep things from browning in the interim of watering, as it is doing now. I just won't water in direct sun, I don't want to run them all night, and the time slots are difficult. Hot, I say... While I am out, I might as well water what is shaded, the flowers and such. Still hot, but the flowers sit so as to be shaded by early afternoon. Should be cool enough by now.
Later.
Haiku Monday - Independence
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Aunty is up with the contest. The theme, as noted, is "Independence". The rest of the rules are there. Go, write your heart out. Oh, yes, I... put a few in right away. I try to do that because of fishy, actually. And she probably thought I sluffed on all of her history lesson regarding Haiku Monday. Sure, I still put my theme up early, but for others. For my part, I do put some haiku in right on the spot. Negotiations with notions, fishy, it's as good as this old coot gets.
Ah, here they are:
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Aunty is up with the contest. The theme, as noted, is "Independence". The rest of the rules are there. Go, write your heart out. Oh, yes, I... put a few in right away. I try to do that because of fishy, actually. And she probably thought I sluffed on all of her history lesson regarding Haiku Monday. Sure, I still put my theme up early, but for others. For my part, I do put some haiku in right on the spot. Negotiations with notions, fishy, it's as good as this old coot gets.
Ah, here they are:
Free Lunch?
Freedom is given.
Responsibility? Price-
Live long and prosper.
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Oh ugh.
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Four hours of sleep was okay but... I simply couldn't sleep longer. It was cool enough, just... I think I haven't been drinking enough as is. A bit of heat sickness has struck. Minor aches and pains, general discomfort, a minor headache, and such. More water, faster! Hmm, along with pickle juice and aspirin. Ugh! For sure.
The hope is to tinker a bit and figure out how to get back to bed for a bit. Later.
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Four hours of sleep was okay but... I simply couldn't sleep longer. It was cool enough, just... I think I haven't been drinking enough as is. A bit of heat sickness has struck. Minor aches and pains, general discomfort, a minor headache, and such. More water, faster! Hmm, along with pickle juice and aspirin. Ugh! For sure.
The hope is to tinker a bit and figure out how to get back to bed for a bit. Later.
Monday, July 1, 2013
A bite to eat, then had to let it settle, now bed.
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Beans and burger, it's what I have been munching for a bit now. It's easy, fast to fix, easy to reheat, and I love it. I was getting a little weary of it. Then I ran out of soft shell tortillas and used bread instead. Oddly, that simple exchange helped me enjoy the last meals of it as if it was a new entree type. The heat has done a number and I do need sleep. It is still 78 or so outdoors! Bleh. Good night.
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Beans and burger, it's what I have been munching for a bit now. It's easy, fast to fix, easy to reheat, and I love it. I was getting a little weary of it. Then I ran out of soft shell tortillas and used bread instead. Oddly, that simple exchange helped me enjoy the last meals of it as if it was a new entree type. The heat has done a number and I do need sleep. It is still 78 or so outdoors! Bleh. Good night.
The heat is beastly.
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The weatherman I listened to last suggest that the heat is here for another week or so. And while I have been coping, it does slowly beat me down. Hey, but it's not like it is crushing me. Without the ac though it would be. When I need a touch, or lot, of cool, it can be had. I don't always need it just when it is available. Oh, sure, I can use the ac just at night, but at this point... why? Burning Man is only a week, and has actually cold nights to reset the clocks. The lows are dipping to the low 60's, but I can't get that in the cave, just can't pull it in. Hmm... I wonder about making the front and back wall removable? Still might not help with all the stonework and long sunny days.
I was surprised at Sam. Even with food and water outside she decided that indoors was better. I think even she is weary of the heat. She followed me out to water the plants and such. Usually she just stays out. Not today. Then again there might have been a critter around that she didn't like, at least with me not being out with her. I've not seen that before though. I just love the ways cats can stretch out and snooze. On my electric piano, on me if it's cool enough, on the floor. They just stretch out and - *lounge*
I probably won't get to much. It's just a bit warm. Oh, I know, some of you tinker all the time, even in heat. My main problem is the only place I can really keep cool is the bedroom. I suppose if I redo that room I might consider putting a desk in there, for summer computing. Just a thought. That way I actually can cool down while... tinkering in this way. So many ideas, so few dollars, and everything costs. I am becoming creative though. I might just build something myself. Nothing fancy, but desk that folds up for winter, out for summer, and a desk for the corner out here. The views are to die for. I will lose those at a potential bedroom desk though. Can't have it all, all of the time.
Bleh. Yeah, this heat is becoming annoying. Although... it's sort of nice to have things slow down, for natural reasons, from time to time. Gives me the time to smell the roses. I've learned how to enjoy down times, no reason to waste such an understanding. Later. Maybe goodnight?
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The weatherman I listened to last suggest that the heat is here for another week or so. And while I have been coping, it does slowly beat me down. Hey, but it's not like it is crushing me. Without the ac though it would be. When I need a touch, or lot, of cool, it can be had. I don't always need it just when it is available. Oh, sure, I can use the ac just at night, but at this point... why? Burning Man is only a week, and has actually cold nights to reset the clocks. The lows are dipping to the low 60's, but I can't get that in the cave, just can't pull it in. Hmm... I wonder about making the front and back wall removable? Still might not help with all the stonework and long sunny days.
I probably won't get to much. It's just a bit warm. Oh, I know, some of you tinker all the time, even in heat. My main problem is the only place I can really keep cool is the bedroom. I suppose if I redo that room I might consider putting a desk in there, for summer computing. Just a thought. That way I actually can cool down while... tinkering in this way. So many ideas, so few dollars, and everything costs. I am becoming creative though. I might just build something myself. Nothing fancy, but desk that folds up for winter, out for summer, and a desk for the corner out here. The views are to die for. I will lose those at a potential bedroom desk though. Can't have it all, all of the time.
Trying to figure things out.
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While I am doing this and that, I'm not getting to the meat of problems. And those things are stacking up again. I just can't quite swing over to the better side right now. I'm... thinking on it. It's like being raised getting in the saddle on the right and being forced by situations to sit the saddle from the 'wrong' side. Something is just going against the grain. I'm... working on it. Is it the heat? Maybe. Something about high environmental heat, or cold, and the body just... slows down. It isn't a bad thing, it's a natural inclination, like most will run from fires and gunshots. Training allows some men to go in when others leave. I once had that. Some of which was a vestige of youth that frays in any case. Still, I've got my eye on the ball. I merely hope reflexes prevent a black eye, or two? :p
I feel great, just not that active. Sleep is a little messy as the heat rages. It takes so long for me to cool. At least with the ac going I cool fine. At Burning Man there will be the nights. Shorts and a wet down in the night air will work if nothing else. Once I recapture my cool sleep is easy. The thing is, I then want to enjoy decent temps. You all know the gig? Still, I have actually been... enjoying the heat? Well, actually, yes. So long as I can cool off with the ac, while sleeping, to sustain sleep, and sometimes just an hour or two of runtime during the day. I am amazed, really. Then again, this isn't the humid heat that had added to the wet feel of my lungs in Iowa. And I am healthier, all around.
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While I am doing this and that, I'm not getting to the meat of problems. And those things are stacking up again. I just can't quite swing over to the better side right now. I'm... thinking on it. It's like being raised getting in the saddle on the right and being forced by situations to sit the saddle from the 'wrong' side. Something is just going against the grain. I'm... working on it. Is it the heat? Maybe. Something about high environmental heat, or cold, and the body just... slows down. It isn't a bad thing, it's a natural inclination, like most will run from fires and gunshots. Training allows some men to go in when others leave. I once had that. Some of which was a vestige of youth that frays in any case. Still, I've got my eye on the ball. I merely hope reflexes prevent a black eye, or two? :p
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Early or late start, no matter.
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While I did start late, there is simply a limit to what I can do. I hit that limit and kept going for a bit. I wanted a break after filling the Serrano peppers in, replacing dead and putting in even more to make a complete Serrano pepper block. Then on to tomatoes. Same game plan. Finally to jalapenos, same as the others. Then I set the water. While it was set up, I wanted a different arrangement, as I was looking at it all, so as to get a part of my lawn that really needed it. Sometimes, no matter how many hose or sprinklers you have going, there is just so much reach.
Sam came in with me when I finished. She probably thinks it is supper time. Then again she isn't begging, so perhaps she was just done with the day for the moment. No doubt, when it cools a bit, she may wish to go out. If Sassy wishes to join her, finally, I will let her. I think, for a while, I will only be letting Sassy out when Sam goes out. Sassy can't always "find" the door, but if Sam is coming in she follows her without issue. Silly girl. Oh, and Sam knows how to tell me it's time to come in. Sassy is a little... shy that way. *scratch - bank - whack - on screen door* MEOW! Repeat as necessary. Voila!
Teh Sweating Buddha, at your service!
Almost done. I just moved the hoses to water the front and side lawn. An hour, maybe two? I'm not really sure how long to water to be absolutely honest. With the hot days, perhaps longer. Though who knows if that is actually needed, useful, or good. I really ought to do my own research. All for green grass? Well... yes. And a nod to social norms, civil expectations, and really, just for the sake of green grass. It's good to have plush nature in which to bury a bare foot or two, from time to time. And it is cooling, probably in a number of ways. One more trip outside, to turn off the water in a bit. I did wear out, but not to the sort of exhaustion that is unrecoverable. I'll be better in a few hours, after finishing. Hmm, more water would be good though. Yeah, I sort of like this gardening stuff. Oh... Best remember to water the roses and other plants to. Yes indeed. I can water those things on off days, and might if they seem droopy, should I happen to notice. Otherwise every other day and at night, like the rest. Yum!
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While I did start late, there is simply a limit to what I can do. I hit that limit and kept going for a bit. I wanted a break after filling the Serrano peppers in, replacing dead and putting in even more to make a complete Serrano pepper block. Then on to tomatoes. Same game plan. Finally to jalapenos, same as the others. Then I set the water. While it was set up, I wanted a different arrangement, as I was looking at it all, so as to get a part of my lawn that really needed it. Sometimes, no matter how many hose or sprinklers you have going, there is just so much reach.
Sam came in with me when I finished. She probably thinks it is supper time. Then again she isn't begging, so perhaps she was just done with the day for the moment. No doubt, when it cools a bit, she may wish to go out. If Sassy wishes to join her, finally, I will let her. I think, for a while, I will only be letting Sassy out when Sam goes out. Sassy can't always "find" the door, but if Sam is coming in she follows her without issue. Silly girl. Oh, and Sam knows how to tell me it's time to come in. Sassy is a little... shy that way. *scratch - bank - whack - on screen door* MEOW! Repeat as necessary. Voila!
Teh Sweating Buddha, at your service!
Almost done. I just moved the hoses to water the front and side lawn. An hour, maybe two? I'm not really sure how long to water to be absolutely honest. With the hot days, perhaps longer. Though who knows if that is actually needed, useful, or good. I really ought to do my own research. All for green grass? Well... yes. And a nod to social norms, civil expectations, and really, just for the sake of green grass. It's good to have plush nature in which to bury a bare foot or two, from time to time. And it is cooling, probably in a number of ways. One more trip outside, to turn off the water in a bit. I did wear out, but not to the sort of exhaustion that is unrecoverable. I'll be better in a few hours, after finishing. Hmm, more water would be good though. Yeah, I sort of like this gardening stuff. Oh... Best remember to water the roses and other plants to. Yes indeed. I can water those things on off days, and might if they seem droopy, should I happen to notice. Otherwise every other day and at night, like the rest. Yum!
Weeding and aerating out of the way.
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It looks so easy. Much of the time I was even in the evening shade. The hoe is light, to me. I can barely tell I am holding it. And yet the job wore me down. An half hour of little movements and I needed a rest. I sat with Sam for a bit, outside. Beside it being a stepping stone cool down platform, giving my golden girl her dues is like a rose that blooms through the snow. I had hoped to be done much more quickly, but these things do take time. Thought is not action, yet. I still want to plant before starting the water. Who knows how long that will take. Now, that means I'll be watering outside of the "official times", especially since the front yard absolutely has to be watered. All good.
It is still hot. I would say it is in the 90's, if not still 100. But... that is me. The weather station says it is 95 now, so yeah. I look like I just came out of the gym. I'll definitely need a shower tonight. Ah, but it is good to be out working. I've been lumping it lately, and I truly hate that. I was born to do. If all I can do is minor plumbing, a bit of gardening, and writing a blog, then I want to get to it. Another half hour, a bit of blog looking, then I have to get to planting. Later.
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It looks so easy. Much of the time I was even in the evening shade. The hoe is light, to me. I can barely tell I am holding it. And yet the job wore me down. An half hour of little movements and I needed a rest. I sat with Sam for a bit, outside. Beside it being a stepping stone cool down platform, giving my golden girl her dues is like a rose that blooms through the snow. I had hoped to be done much more quickly, but these things do take time. Thought is not action, yet. I still want to plant before starting the water. Who knows how long that will take. Now, that means I'll be watering outside of the "official times", especially since the front yard absolutely has to be watered. All good.
It is still hot. I would say it is in the 90's, if not still 100. But... that is me. The weather station says it is 95 now, so yeah. I look like I just came out of the gym. I'll definitely need a shower tonight. Ah, but it is good to be out working. I've been lumping it lately, and I truly hate that. I was born to do. If all I can do is minor plumbing, a bit of gardening, and writing a blog, then I want to get to it. Another half hour, a bit of blog looking, then I have to get to planting. Later.
Slept through the day.
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That's fine. I still needed it. I'm up early enough to do some tinkering in the garden before I let loose the water. Just a bit of hoeing, possibly some planting, and this and that. Sleep was good and needed. There were dreams in there if none were saved to the thumb drive. Nothing fancy, just the usual fun little things of the mind. Probably more in line with friendly talking fireflies than my greatest fears, enemies, and hungers unleashed. I enjoy these to.
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That's fine. I still needed it. I'm up early enough to do some tinkering in the garden before I let loose the water. Just a bit of hoeing, possibly some planting, and this and that. Sleep was good and needed. There were dreams in there if none were saved to the thumb drive. Nothing fancy, just the usual fun little things of the mind. Probably more in line with friendly talking fireflies than my greatest fears, enemies, and hungers unleashed. I enjoy these to.
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