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I do things so naturally. As ill as I am, at times, I am actually a slight miracle. I don't see this. Add in size and mind and purpose and will, throw in the humility to suffer God's will and bow to His reason, add in exceptional combat skills even if dated, and you have a creature whose word is powerful. I don't see that. And, yet, from time to time, while I play, others get nervous. When I jest, people... even close folk, do checks to make sure everything is kosher. It is difficult being a giant. Even my laugh can incite terror. And, yeah, I suppose I understand. Which is why I do everything I can to keep my presentation as... benign... as possible.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Up, 17:00 when I got up, but...
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My schedule is doing it's thing. It's a bit like a compass in a magnetic vortex, my schedule is unhinged from anything objective. Actually, my system seems to prefer nights. When I have tried to do a night schedule I can maintain that for a longer period of time. The only exceptions are when I have a woman. She can help me maintain a schedule a great deal better. At this point I am not fighting for it, with it, against it. I don't have the energy to do that and get the things done I want done.
Dishes last night, meat thawed and then put up. I couldn't eat. Dinner was good, but there was no capacity to eat. I even tried to force it. No dice. Today? I really am going to try to get vacuuming done, and sweeping. If that goes forward, I might finally get to steam vacuuming the carpets, perhaps even the living room. I may not move furniture, as that seems to be a complication. The weight isn't the problem, it is more what to do with the furniture and such. Bleh. I just can't get it all straight AND do the heavy lifting. One, or the other, sure. Or even a bit of both. Just not all of both. See, this, again, is where a helper... helps. For an ill bachelor, though, I think I do well. Even if a little help, from time to time, keeps the thing in better trim.
So many things I mean to get at. Cleaning, tinkering with the bathroom, getting the second bathroom working, setting up the workshop, tinkering in the reloading room, cleaning up then sighting in the ak, testing the new magazines for my pistol, target practice in general, getting some things going for my friend, prepping for the regional burn. And, of course, staying on top of everything else. The weather cooled, the sun seems to have started hiding away, and my schedule went astray, all complicating things a bit. Oh, I'll get to it. Never worry. Insulin is the last medicinal hurdle, and I think even it is beginning to put a strain on things. It does, sometimes, often, get worse before it gets better. But if I ever get back on top of that wave, I should be... in pretty good shape. As with all things, it is putting your pants on, one leg at a time. I'm all but ready to get out and meet the world again. At least, up to my potential, and maybe then some? We will see.
Oh? I've decided, in the bathroom, to redo the floor before installing the water heater and toilet. I may even tear out the old water chest... sink facility... while I am at it, and just cap the lead for now. The floor REALLY needs redone. Further, I want a drain in there. Nothing fancy, as to a drain, just a fitted stainless grate, piped to the drain, in case the water heater should ever give or the shower or toilet backflow. When I redo the floor, I will also use thin enough materials that the bathroom is a lower than my bedroom so that it won't exit into the bedroom in almost any case. I need to get to the kitchen floor soon as well, and will consider this solid practicum in a small enough space that I can figure it out pretty much solo, examine flooring materials, sub-flooring, and such, much more closely and practically (kitchen and bathroom flooring often share requirements). Yeah, well... that is the thought for the moment. Thankfully I can get under the bathroom through a relatively comfortable crawl space, to get a better look at things. Yum? Yeah, YUM! :p
Later.
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My schedule is doing it's thing. It's a bit like a compass in a magnetic vortex, my schedule is unhinged from anything objective. Actually, my system seems to prefer nights. When I have tried to do a night schedule I can maintain that for a longer period of time. The only exceptions are when I have a woman. She can help me maintain a schedule a great deal better. At this point I am not fighting for it, with it, against it. I don't have the energy to do that and get the things done I want done.
Dishes last night, meat thawed and then put up. I couldn't eat. Dinner was good, but there was no capacity to eat. I even tried to force it. No dice. Today? I really am going to try to get vacuuming done, and sweeping. If that goes forward, I might finally get to steam vacuuming the carpets, perhaps even the living room. I may not move furniture, as that seems to be a complication. The weight isn't the problem, it is more what to do with the furniture and such. Bleh. I just can't get it all straight AND do the heavy lifting. One, or the other, sure. Or even a bit of both. Just not all of both. See, this, again, is where a helper... helps. For an ill bachelor, though, I think I do well. Even if a little help, from time to time, keeps the thing in better trim.
So many things I mean to get at. Cleaning, tinkering with the bathroom, getting the second bathroom working, setting up the workshop, tinkering in the reloading room, cleaning up then sighting in the ak, testing the new magazines for my pistol, target practice in general, getting some things going for my friend, prepping for the regional burn. And, of course, staying on top of everything else. The weather cooled, the sun seems to have started hiding away, and my schedule went astray, all complicating things a bit. Oh, I'll get to it. Never worry. Insulin is the last medicinal hurdle, and I think even it is beginning to put a strain on things. It does, sometimes, often, get worse before it gets better. But if I ever get back on top of that wave, I should be... in pretty good shape. As with all things, it is putting your pants on, one leg at a time. I'm all but ready to get out and meet the world again. At least, up to my potential, and maybe then some? We will see.
Oh? I've decided, in the bathroom, to redo the floor before installing the water heater and toilet. I may even tear out the old water chest... sink facility... while I am at it, and just cap the lead for now. The floor REALLY needs redone. Further, I want a drain in there. Nothing fancy, as to a drain, just a fitted stainless grate, piped to the drain, in case the water heater should ever give or the shower or toilet backflow. When I redo the floor, I will also use thin enough materials that the bathroom is a lower than my bedroom so that it won't exit into the bedroom in almost any case. I need to get to the kitchen floor soon as well, and will consider this solid practicum in a small enough space that I can figure it out pretty much solo, examine flooring materials, sub-flooring, and such, much more closely and practically (kitchen and bathroom flooring often share requirements). Yeah, well... that is the thought for the moment. Thankfully I can get under the bathroom through a relatively comfortable crawl space, to get a better look at things. Yum? Yeah, YUM! :p
Later.
I'll keep at it.
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I did get the dishes washed a second time, then rinsed them, dried them, and put them up. Meat should be thawed for a late meal tonight, I best put that in the refrigerator though. Not much else happening. Other than that, keeping the girls fed, in fresh water, and cat litter sorted is about it. I would like to do more there just isn't, right now, much more to give.
I did meet a relative of a friend last night. He has some common interests, and is headed into areas I am already in. He may be stopping by some time soon to check out some things. The nice thing about having various hobbies and past learning, is that sometimes you can help a newcomer just get a reasonable handle on things. Sometimes I jumped in with both feet and then some, only to find it probably wasn't necessary. Other times I have gotten some good information, some of which is ageless, timeless. And I have the time and interest, with the correct candidates. Oh, it's fine to have more than you really need, or would use. But for most, especially those on a budget, it is good to hear some clear, reasoned, experienced thoughts on where and how to begin.
I set him up with a notion or two, on a subject or two. Directions in one case, a couple of specific options in another. I may end up helping him help himself on a few other topics. Beside being a pleasure, understand that if you help your neighbor get a handle on some issues, that comes back to build your community. I just hope he finds the time. Oh, and he's a gamer too. Better? Good fellow, family man and all as well. He's young enough, that if he digs in, as well as he can, as he really has, he... can get places in the areas he is discovering. If I can help him save a nickel in the right places, and guide him to good ideas that streamline things, he might get just a bit farther a bit quicker. Everyone will sell you anything, and everything, if you need it or not. It's nice to have someone around who isn't in it for sales, but for your interests.
Nearly the end of the month, eh? Well, I best get to a few things. Where did the month(s) go? Later, maybe good "night".
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I did get the dishes washed a second time, then rinsed them, dried them, and put them up. Meat should be thawed for a late meal tonight, I best put that in the refrigerator though. Not much else happening. Other than that, keeping the girls fed, in fresh water, and cat litter sorted is about it. I would like to do more there just isn't, right now, much more to give.
I did meet a relative of a friend last night. He has some common interests, and is headed into areas I am already in. He may be stopping by some time soon to check out some things. The nice thing about having various hobbies and past learning, is that sometimes you can help a newcomer just get a reasonable handle on things. Sometimes I jumped in with both feet and then some, only to find it probably wasn't necessary. Other times I have gotten some good information, some of which is ageless, timeless. And I have the time and interest, with the correct candidates. Oh, it's fine to have more than you really need, or would use. But for most, especially those on a budget, it is good to hear some clear, reasoned, experienced thoughts on where and how to begin.
I set him up with a notion or two, on a subject or two. Directions in one case, a couple of specific options in another. I may end up helping him help himself on a few other topics. Beside being a pleasure, understand that if you help your neighbor get a handle on some issues, that comes back to build your community. I just hope he finds the time. Oh, and he's a gamer too. Better? Good fellow, family man and all as well. He's young enough, that if he digs in, as well as he can, as he really has, he... can get places in the areas he is discovering. If I can help him save a nickel in the right places, and guide him to good ideas that streamline things, he might get just a bit farther a bit quicker. Everyone will sell you anything, and everything, if you need it or not. It's nice to have someone around who isn't in it for sales, but for your interests.
Nearly the end of the month, eh? Well, I best get to a few things. Where did the month(s) go? Later, maybe good "night".
Can't call it a rough day.
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Up late, very late. My schedule is toppling over. My guess? Insulin. I have been working on getting that in order. I am using old insulin, at lower doses. But now that I have the rest of my medication going, I figured it was time to begin working on this. I'm not too worried about daily stats, at the moment. The dose is low, the medicine is old. As I titrate up, and especially when the new medicine arrives, then I'll need to pay more attention until I get the blood levels right. Then I can ease off on testing to three times a week, perhaps.
I soaked the dishes from my last meal, washed them, and have set them to a fresh soapy soak. Two hours on the timer, which allows everything to soak well enough and the water to become workable. As I was setting the dishes up for a fresh soak, I took meats out of the freezer. Chicken will be pressure cooked, then fried. As well, I will probably do a corned beef roast, with cabbage, carrots, and potatoes. That just gives me some options. I think I pulled out some pork steaks, as well. Good for a change during the week.
What else is going on? I guess just trying to stay busy and letting the schedule works it's way around again. Yeah, I'm pretty toast, as to schedule. I was using all of what I had of energy to fight for days. Now that I am just letting it free-float it's way back around, I might be able to get to some other things. We'll see. Later.
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Up late, very late. My schedule is toppling over. My guess? Insulin. I have been working on getting that in order. I am using old insulin, at lower doses. But now that I have the rest of my medication going, I figured it was time to begin working on this. I'm not too worried about daily stats, at the moment. The dose is low, the medicine is old. As I titrate up, and especially when the new medicine arrives, then I'll need to pay more attention until I get the blood levels right. Then I can ease off on testing to three times a week, perhaps.
I soaked the dishes from my last meal, washed them, and have set them to a fresh soapy soak. Two hours on the timer, which allows everything to soak well enough and the water to become workable. As I was setting the dishes up for a fresh soak, I took meats out of the freezer. Chicken will be pressure cooked, then fried. As well, I will probably do a corned beef roast, with cabbage, carrots, and potatoes. That just gives me some options. I think I pulled out some pork steaks, as well. Good for a change during the week.
What else is going on? I guess just trying to stay busy and letting the schedule works it's way around again. Yeah, I'm pretty toast, as to schedule. I was using all of what I had of energy to fight for days. Now that I am just letting it free-float it's way back around, I might be able to get to some other things. We'll see. Later.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Shocked.
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I saw it, recently. Questions, doubts, fears. But, I thought you were a good guy? I thought you were reformed regarding women, life, God? I thought... many things?
Oh, I am reformed. The truth is, however, once you understand things, you are able to paint pictures of reality that are difficult for many to cope with. There are many good men out there who either don't see what they are doing in order to maintain what they have or have buried it in the picture postcard life they lead. As hard as that life may be, they aren't seeing the whole picture. And, once there, they probably shouldn't. Everything is pretty much in order. They don't need to hit the gas, slam on the brakes, and life has mellowed for them.
Even a good man, a true one, is a terrible thing. If he does what he is supposed to do, he will hurt his love, he will be destructive, he is a dangerous creature. Even if he tells the truth. Actually more so if he tells the truth. I only promise that loving me will hurt but that the payoff, at this time in my life, is beyond golden. The return is eternal. But, too, love IS war. I know each very well. Better than average, even among my peers. While I hold no great value in the wisdom of Sun Tzu, I do hold that some things written have some serious value, in war, thus in love too.
It is a terrible thing to be a man, a master, a king prophet and priest. It is being a shepherd and lord. It is filling some mighty big shoes. It means going all the way after going all the way. If done correctly, it fundamentally changes a woman. She is no longer a girl. It is a blood exchange. It is both horrible and beautiful to see, more so to be an actor in the change. It is taking two lives, forfeiting them to an ideal, and then living with the consequences. It is a blood oath with God and then each other. It is a darkly beautiful thing.
So, yeah, I may seem evasive, or harsh, or dark. But that is not all. My hope I keep to myself, holding it to my breast as I would a gift from God, which it is. But it is there too. I just... sometimes... It is the heavy part I share here. Mostly. To be a man, or man-like, son of God is... a lot of things. Some of them are very heavy, hard, shadowy. Do not fear. It is not all of it, for me, or of me. But I am terrible and I do know some of these truths intimately.
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I saw it, recently. Questions, doubts, fears. But, I thought you were a good guy? I thought you were reformed regarding women, life, God? I thought... many things?
Oh, I am reformed. The truth is, however, once you understand things, you are able to paint pictures of reality that are difficult for many to cope with. There are many good men out there who either don't see what they are doing in order to maintain what they have or have buried it in the picture postcard life they lead. As hard as that life may be, they aren't seeing the whole picture. And, once there, they probably shouldn't. Everything is pretty much in order. They don't need to hit the gas, slam on the brakes, and life has mellowed for them.
Even a good man, a true one, is a terrible thing. If he does what he is supposed to do, he will hurt his love, he will be destructive, he is a dangerous creature. Even if he tells the truth. Actually more so if he tells the truth. I only promise that loving me will hurt but that the payoff, at this time in my life, is beyond golden. The return is eternal. But, too, love IS war. I know each very well. Better than average, even among my peers. While I hold no great value in the wisdom of Sun Tzu, I do hold that some things written have some serious value, in war, thus in love too.
All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.And so it is. Especially when vying for the best.
If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him. If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.And so I do.
It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do know yourself, you will win one and lose one; if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle.And I do know myself, and my enemy.
It is a terrible thing to be a man, a master, a king prophet and priest. It is being a shepherd and lord. It is filling some mighty big shoes. It means going all the way after going all the way. If done correctly, it fundamentally changes a woman. She is no longer a girl. It is a blood exchange. It is both horrible and beautiful to see, more so to be an actor in the change. It is taking two lives, forfeiting them to an ideal, and then living with the consequences. It is a blood oath with God and then each other. It is a darkly beautiful thing.
So, yeah, I may seem evasive, or harsh, or dark. But that is not all. My hope I keep to myself, holding it to my breast as I would a gift from God, which it is. But it is there too. I just... sometimes... It is the heavy part I share here. Mostly. To be a man, or man-like, son of God is... a lot of things. Some of them are very heavy, hard, shadowy. Do not fear. It is not all of it, for me, or of me. But I am terrible and I do know some of these truths intimately.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Even my man-friends?
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Yes, boys and girls. It isn't just women who rage at the Doomster. Oh, I understand artistic license, romantic notions, and lots of other fruity tooty. I entertain the heck out of those myself. But... never misjudge me. If I see you floating on air, and outside of reason, I'm pulling out my blow dart and taking aim. And I don't miss. I told you, I am a bastard. I also told you that I won't lie to you. If I think you need a dose of the truth(tm), hold on. It's gonna hurt. But, be you a friend of mine, I am your bastard. If, sometimes, a friend you would rather not have. I've mentioned that, too, before.
Although, sometimes the feedback I get can be a little raw. Knowing how sensitive I am about these things, you can probably guess my reaction. *Oh tat tickles! Quit it! ahahaha ehehehehe ohoheheheahaha*
The good thing is, those who are in my circle... have learned through fire. This shepherd of fire has earned some trust, some room for a bit of forgiveness if some see that need, and some things around and about allowing the friendships to last through rough spots. And, actually, while it may not always seem like it, I have certainly learned to tap, rather than smash, with my various forms of mjolnir. It may not seem like it, always. You'll just have to trust me. If I want to crack you to the soul, and not just into your psyche? Done. Still, spare the rod, spoil the boy. I am simply not into spoilage.
You know, for an old, mostly dead, supposedly "out of it" old fart, I still have some whip action and potency left. You should have known me when I was younger, stronger, and much more careless and carefree. *CRACK* I left mortals bleeding, gasping, writhing, in my tracks, and those were the ones I loved. I trained them, taught them, hurt them, loved them, but... Yeah... Never mind. You wonder why I, sometimes, question how you all can remain friends... with an ogre. Oh, no worries. I'll remind you of why I wonder ever so occasionally. Take it as a love tap, and since it won't kill you, let it make you stronger. If you can, and see me in just such a situation? Do me the same favor, innit.
Sure, I'm no longer a bad boy. Mostly. But that doesn't mean I don't know the particulars. I've got some things as zeroed as those of flesh can. Which, in some ways, is more than any angel, fallen or in graces, ever will. Yeah, I can and do instruct, even if just for theory atm and for the most part. Yum!
h/t Ace of Spades HQ (from long ago, I do believe)
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Sure, I'm no longer a bad boy. Mostly. But that doesn't mean I don't know the particulars. I've got some things as zeroed as those of flesh can. Which, in some ways, is more than any angel, fallen or in graces, ever will. Yeah, I can and do instruct, even if just for theory atm and for the most part. Yum!
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Yeah, well, I'll keep trying.
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Messed. Just messed. Sleep, awake, functioning, down, all mixed in a big bowl of psychic goo. I have moments where I feel okay, then I hit a wall and don't even know what happened. So, for the most part, I just sit. The girls do keep me somewhat involved. They need food, and let me know. They need water and let me know that too. I've been keeping up on their poopper box, for a number of reasons. They... are pleased with that recent add to my regular works, and show it. Well, and they own poppo just as much as I own them. My lap is their territory. Usually, I say usually boy, they ask before claiming their territory. Mostly, when I am down, they are making sure my autonomic reactions are inversely benign. *smack* Oh, teh sollies! My flinch reaction to a quick movement and blur, at the worst of times, can be a little harsh. I'm not in that bad of a condition yet, but, for them, it isn't worth the risk. When healthy they jump, climb, swat, and pretty much own me. Bleh. Then again, I own them too! Kitty helicopter time! *MeOeW!?!* Yep. We have lots of fun here, mostly. Responsibilities, and some... freedoms... liberties...
Still, I'm just running into carburetor problems. The choke is somewhat problematic too. Some cold weather shifted in, and that might have done it. Less sun, cooler air, and perhaps other weather dynamics. Hmm... I'll figure something out before too long.
Tonight? I am going to get the dishes done before they begin to stack. So far just a very small load. Next, I'll pull something out of the freezer. I am thinking chicken. Pressure cook that to my tastes, let it cool and dry, then powder coat it with teh crunchy and fry it just golden brown. I might even make mashed potatoes, and gravy from the drippings. I'm sure I have a vegetable to toss in. If I do both a package of drumsticks and thighs, I will have enough side eats to last until Friday, probably. Hmm? Yeah, maybe boiling a dozen eggs might get me going too. Those are tasty little yums. I think I have some bacon out, which... yeah... The sacrifices I make for hunger! :)
Later.
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Messed. Just messed. Sleep, awake, functioning, down, all mixed in a big bowl of psychic goo. I have moments where I feel okay, then I hit a wall and don't even know what happened. So, for the most part, I just sit. The girls do keep me somewhat involved. They need food, and let me know. They need water and let me know that too. I've been keeping up on their poopper box, for a number of reasons. They... are pleased with that recent add to my regular works, and show it. Well, and they own poppo just as much as I own them. My lap is their territory. Usually, I say usually boy, they ask before claiming their territory. Mostly, when I am down, they are making sure my autonomic reactions are inversely benign. *smack* Oh, teh sollies! My flinch reaction to a quick movement and blur, at the worst of times, can be a little harsh. I'm not in that bad of a condition yet, but, for them, it isn't worth the risk. When healthy they jump, climb, swat, and pretty much own me. Bleh. Then again, I own them too! Kitty helicopter time! *MeOeW!?!* Yep. We have lots of fun here, mostly. Responsibilities, and some... freedoms... liberties...
Still, I'm just running into carburetor problems. The choke is somewhat problematic too. Some cold weather shifted in, and that might have done it. Less sun, cooler air, and perhaps other weather dynamics. Hmm... I'll figure something out before too long.
Tonight? I am going to get the dishes done before they begin to stack. So far just a very small load. Next, I'll pull something out of the freezer. I am thinking chicken. Pressure cook that to my tastes, let it cool and dry, then powder coat it with teh crunchy and fry it just golden brown. I might even make mashed potatoes, and gravy from the drippings. I'm sure I have a vegetable to toss in. If I do both a package of drumsticks and thighs, I will have enough side eats to last until Friday, probably. Hmm? Yeah, maybe boiling a dozen eggs might get me going too. Those are tasty little yums. I think I have some bacon out, which... yeah... The sacrifices I make for hunger! :)
Later.
Haiku Monday - Balance
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You know the rules. The theme is right there. I am neither competing or negotiating on what I said. Man of my word and I laid down the law. Negotiations are for others, I have eyes and ears but no real skin in the game. For now, this is that.
I may or may not add photos. I'm back into the pits. Gah! I did it, for foam.
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You know the rules. The theme is right there. I am neither competing or negotiating on what I said. Man of my word and I laid down the law. Negotiations are for others, I have eyes and ears but no real skin in the game. For now, this is that.
Odd
the kindest fury
loves with rage, strikes with a hug
it hurts so right
Our Simple Nature
impetus to good, evil
cannot truly own either
surrender to holy
Too Late, But...
the left and right eye
both see fine, no depth alone
open both eyes ~ breath
I may or may not add photos. I'm back into the pits. Gah! I did it, for foam.
Sleep cycle is just off.
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Not much to do about it, but wiggle and see where I can adjust. That and suffer. I am good at suffering, at least minor indignities as such and physical pain. So... I'll keep trying to adjust as I can. The bad thing is, when sleep is off, and the schedule is moving, I never quite feel rested. I will simply keep pushing. Oh, hello Rex. I hope things are going well for you.
I am hoping this is the last little hill I have to hump, and that spring, then summer, will bring about a bit of a relief. But I know spring and into summer will bring just a bit more irregularity. Sleep will simply become difficult to come by, and possibly cause insomnia. I'm used to that now, so just grump about it a bit. Hmm, a cup or two of beer can help there, though, too.
I am not sure when they will test my heart again. They usually do that yearly. I was off medicines, or at least struggling to get back on them, at the time of year they seem to prefer to test, so it probably won't be until next year. After the first couple of years of medicine, my refraction ejection went from 15% to 21%. I am hoping that isn't the end of it. A healthy measure is between 50-55% and 70-75% (depending on which doc you are asking). If I hit 25-30% I will have some hopes. If the improvement is less... well... medicines are probably at an end, as to improvements. If I am hitting 35-40% I might have a chance to improve to, or nearly to, full health. I still can't believe I was running 15% for 23 years before they even caught it. As I said, I have some doubts about... their intentions. I probably won't know much more until this fall.
I probably need to start getting geared up for the regional burn in Arizona. I will be taking a lot less gear. I might even skip the cot, as that forces me to keep a portion of my tent unzipped. The cot is fine for my size, just a bit big for even my four man tent. Food is easy enough. I could run on MRE's, if I wanted. You really don't eat much out there. Not nearly as much as I had thought. It will be cooler, so appetite might be a bit more realized though. Hmm, tent, pad, bag, a fifth of the clothes I took last time, water, food, some fun stuff, and a bit for gifting. Really, it's not as intense as BMan, and with Desert Cat being a neighbor, and with a wheeled home... Things should be a wee easier. Bike? I really ought to do some research on this encampment. If I can get to it, getting out and testing my equipment would help make sure I have what I want and need, get me used to some things, and... just get me breathing again. It's a bit chill, still, with the equipment I have. But that might change. It sure feels like spring is here.
Off to... something or other. Hopefully good night.
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Not much to do about it, but wiggle and see where I can adjust. That and suffer. I am good at suffering, at least minor indignities as such and physical pain. So... I'll keep trying to adjust as I can. The bad thing is, when sleep is off, and the schedule is moving, I never quite feel rested. I will simply keep pushing. Oh, hello Rex. I hope things are going well for you.
I am hoping this is the last little hill I have to hump, and that spring, then summer, will bring about a bit of a relief. But I know spring and into summer will bring just a bit more irregularity. Sleep will simply become difficult to come by, and possibly cause insomnia. I'm used to that now, so just grump about it a bit. Hmm, a cup or two of beer can help there, though, too.
I am not sure when they will test my heart again. They usually do that yearly. I was off medicines, or at least struggling to get back on them, at the time of year they seem to prefer to test, so it probably won't be until next year. After the first couple of years of medicine, my refraction ejection went from 15% to 21%. I am hoping that isn't the end of it. A healthy measure is between 50-55% and 70-75% (depending on which doc you are asking). If I hit 25-30% I will have some hopes. If the improvement is less... well... medicines are probably at an end, as to improvements. If I am hitting 35-40% I might have a chance to improve to, or nearly to, full health. I still can't believe I was running 15% for 23 years before they even caught it. As I said, I have some doubts about... their intentions. I probably won't know much more until this fall.
I probably need to start getting geared up for the regional burn in Arizona. I will be taking a lot less gear. I might even skip the cot, as that forces me to keep a portion of my tent unzipped. The cot is fine for my size, just a bit big for even my four man tent. Food is easy enough. I could run on MRE's, if I wanted. You really don't eat much out there. Not nearly as much as I had thought. It will be cooler, so appetite might be a bit more realized though. Hmm, tent, pad, bag, a fifth of the clothes I took last time, water, food, some fun stuff, and a bit for gifting. Really, it's not as intense as BMan, and with Desert Cat being a neighbor, and with a wheeled home... Things should be a wee easier. Bike? I really ought to do some research on this encampment. If I can get to it, getting out and testing my equipment would help make sure I have what I want and need, get me used to some things, and... just get me breathing again. It's a bit chill, still, with the equipment I have. But that might change. It sure feels like spring is here.
Off to... something or other. Hopefully good night.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
My whispers are being heard.
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A number of nations are in flames. More will come. All roads lead to Rome. We are the new Rome. Egypt and Ukraine have worked exactly as they should. Examples, for those in power, for those who should know better. It is coming home, they best change course or prepare for what is coming. They will lose. Not even my death, at this point, will change that. Step down, go away, back off and get your retirement. Or face what you have sown. Whispers, people, from the right tongue to the correct ears. Heard and understood.
*whispering*
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A number of nations are in flames. More will come. All roads lead to Rome. We are the new Rome. Egypt and Ukraine have worked exactly as they should. Examples, for those in power, for those who should know better. It is coming home, they best change course or prepare for what is coming. They will lose. Not even my death, at this point, will change that. Step down, go away, back off and get your retirement. Or face what you have sown. Whispers, people, from the right tongue to the correct ears. Heard and understood.
*whispering*
Smacking down a hammer, even as I was going down late and hard.
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Last night my machine was going stupid. YouTube was acting up, Google was being fruity, my software security suit went down and would not turn back on manually, update, or function in any way. I had been discussing some things that a liberal took great umbrage with on another blog. This has happened before, but until recently, putting two and two together wasn't always possible. Even when I could do that, I couldn't always stay awake enough, long enough, to keep on track to follow the notion back to the source, and then deal with it. Some things take time and cohesion to notice, track back, and handle. This time? I saw the association, noticed the pattern, recalled past events, noticed a trend line, followed it back to the source, and let the blog proprietor know that I considered him or his commenters to be trolls, hackers, and perhaps nanny tattletails as well.
Guess what? When I woke this morning, and turned on my machine? Clean. The security suit is working, YouTube is working, and Google and other search engines aren't spitting blood and curses at me, while failing to do their rather simple and straightforward job. Now, does that mean I zinged the target at a thousand miles? Yeah. It does. When this problem has happened in the past? It has lasted for weeks, months, and even one time nearly a year. So, yeah, I found the hole and plugged it with a return to sender. I love it when I hit a home run, while half asleep and mostly still dead. *grin*
I didn't get down until around 7:00, a bit before really but close enough. I woke somewhere around 14:00, 14:30? Gosh, I just can't be sure. I was testing the machine and programs rather gingerly, at first. Seeing what would work, what search engines would actually allow usage, whether email was functioning normally again. You just can't understand what it is like to have your machine go lame and big companies decide to shit on you until you have it happen. And, no, it won't learn me because I am immune to political correctness and the machinations of the leftists who try it. I deal with it, fix it if I can, or just run with the e-flat. I will not be bullied by shitlings who can't control themselves. Yeah... it isn't just a bad government that has gotten too big, it isn't just rampant abuses of power from the top of that gig to the bottom, it is little commies in our communities, online and off, who are as much a part of the problem as the rest. And it is going to be fixed. Americans just won't be enslaved to these subhuman mongrels.
When I have been hacked, I notice that past posts have been tinkered with. Misspellings and grammatical errors added. Usually the ones that make those men who sit to pee upset. I can't go back and check it all, just too much. So, if you go back in my blog, just understand, it's probably been tinkered with. Not sure if it was this, or last time, or one of the many times before, but... that is how these pukes work. Still... I seem to have hit the nail on the head and quashed the "liberalism" and fast. The right word to the right ear seems to have gotten the job done. Even if the owner of that ear might well tell me that no such thing has happened. Proof? Pudding.
Later.
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Last night my machine was going stupid. YouTube was acting up, Google was being fruity, my software security suit went down and would not turn back on manually, update, or function in any way. I had been discussing some things that a liberal took great umbrage with on another blog. This has happened before, but until recently, putting two and two together wasn't always possible. Even when I could do that, I couldn't always stay awake enough, long enough, to keep on track to follow the notion back to the source, and then deal with it. Some things take time and cohesion to notice, track back, and handle. This time? I saw the association, noticed the pattern, recalled past events, noticed a trend line, followed it back to the source, and let the blog proprietor know that I considered him or his commenters to be trolls, hackers, and perhaps nanny tattletails as well.
Guess what? When I woke this morning, and turned on my machine? Clean. The security suit is working, YouTube is working, and Google and other search engines aren't spitting blood and curses at me, while failing to do their rather simple and straightforward job. Now, does that mean I zinged the target at a thousand miles? Yeah. It does. When this problem has happened in the past? It has lasted for weeks, months, and even one time nearly a year. So, yeah, I found the hole and plugged it with a return to sender. I love it when I hit a home run, while half asleep and mostly still dead. *grin*
I didn't get down until around 7:00, a bit before really but close enough. I woke somewhere around 14:00, 14:30? Gosh, I just can't be sure. I was testing the machine and programs rather gingerly, at first. Seeing what would work, what search engines would actually allow usage, whether email was functioning normally again. You just can't understand what it is like to have your machine go lame and big companies decide to shit on you until you have it happen. And, no, it won't learn me because I am immune to political correctness and the machinations of the leftists who try it. I deal with it, fix it if I can, or just run with the e-flat. I will not be bullied by shitlings who can't control themselves. Yeah... it isn't just a bad government that has gotten too big, it isn't just rampant abuses of power from the top of that gig to the bottom, it is little commies in our communities, online and off, who are as much a part of the problem as the rest. And it is going to be fixed. Americans just won't be enslaved to these subhuman mongrels.
When I have been hacked, I notice that past posts have been tinkered with. Misspellings and grammatical errors added. Usually the ones that make those men who sit to pee upset. I can't go back and check it all, just too much. So, if you go back in my blog, just understand, it's probably been tinkered with. Not sure if it was this, or last time, or one of the many times before, but... that is how these pukes work. Still... I seem to have hit the nail on the head and quashed the "liberalism" and fast. The right word to the right ear seems to have gotten the job done. Even if the owner of that ear might well tell me that no such thing has happened. Proof? Pudding.
Later.
Sleep?
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Not a chance. I did go to bed by midnight, maybe 1:00. By a bit after 3:00~3:30 I knew that wasn't going to happen. I suppose my next goal is to stay up until noon, then a nap, if I can.
Since I am up, of course I jumped on the machine. Not much to do, just... that's sort of sop. I noticed MS Security Essentials is off line. Every attempt I have made to turn it on, update, or anything else, has failed. So I did a quick check. It's not supposed to drop XP until April. So, either the machine has, again, been hacked or this is their idea of an April fools prank. Either way, it got me started on deciding what to do about it. I suppose there are free systems out there. But what I would prefer to do with this old machine, since it couldn't handle Win 7 even, is to change it over to... something else.
I have thought about Linux. I have also considered PC BSD, or some version of it. Both are free. Both seem a bit involved, up front. Both have a steep learning curve. I can't even get a straight answer, so far, on which of the downloadable software items must be downloaded to begin either process. I am leaning more to BSD, for a number of reasons and a gut feeling. From all I have read, I just get the feeling it is the way to go. Something about Linux, and Linux users... Who knows, perhaps BSD'ers are just the same. But I just don't get the same feel.
There is much to do. I need to back up data. Honestly, I have never backed up data successfully. I have tried to back up music, emails and addresses, bookmarks, and other such. But never have been able to make that work. Export, right? To an external memory, right? Yeah, but that has never worked. I suppose I could tinker with that. Next I would have to check compatibility. It seems that the versions of BSD I am seeing, having looked at several, require 64 bit. My guess is this is only a 32 bit machine. I suppose, somewhere in their archives, they might have a system for this cpu. I suspect I will run into similar issues with Linux. Time has passed this machine up. A bit of digging might lend to some decent results.
Still, either system will have some serious problems, start to stop. Add in the learning curve. And top it off with finding a program build that is suitable for this machine and figuring out backing up data, and... Yeah, well... Looking into it is the perfect thing to do when I can't sleep. Or was. I have deteriorated. While I still can't sleep, I also am losing 'altitude'. Can't shut my eyes, or keep them all the way open. Bah! I'll tinker in areas that are less demanding. Later.
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Not a chance. I did go to bed by midnight, maybe 1:00. By a bit after 3:00~3:30 I knew that wasn't going to happen. I suppose my next goal is to stay up until noon, then a nap, if I can.
Since I am up, of course I jumped on the machine. Not much to do, just... that's sort of sop. I noticed MS Security Essentials is off line. Every attempt I have made to turn it on, update, or anything else, has failed. So I did a quick check. It's not supposed to drop XP until April. So, either the machine has, again, been hacked or this is their idea of an April fools prank. Either way, it got me started on deciding what to do about it. I suppose there are free systems out there. But what I would prefer to do with this old machine, since it couldn't handle Win 7 even, is to change it over to... something else.
I have thought about Linux. I have also considered PC BSD, or some version of it. Both are free. Both seem a bit involved, up front. Both have a steep learning curve. I can't even get a straight answer, so far, on which of the downloadable software items must be downloaded to begin either process. I am leaning more to BSD, for a number of reasons and a gut feeling. From all I have read, I just get the feeling it is the way to go. Something about Linux, and Linux users... Who knows, perhaps BSD'ers are just the same. But I just don't get the same feel.
There is much to do. I need to back up data. Honestly, I have never backed up data successfully. I have tried to back up music, emails and addresses, bookmarks, and other such. But never have been able to make that work. Export, right? To an external memory, right? Yeah, but that has never worked. I suppose I could tinker with that. Next I would have to check compatibility. It seems that the versions of BSD I am seeing, having looked at several, require 64 bit. My guess is this is only a 32 bit machine. I suppose, somewhere in their archives, they might have a system for this cpu. I suspect I will run into similar issues with Linux. Time has passed this machine up. A bit of digging might lend to some decent results.
Still, either system will have some serious problems, start to stop. Add in the learning curve. And top it off with finding a program build that is suitable for this machine and figuring out backing up data, and... Yeah, well... Looking into it is the perfect thing to do when I can't sleep. Or was. I have deteriorated. While I still can't sleep, I also am losing 'altitude'. Can't shut my eyes, or keep them all the way open. Bah! I'll tinker in areas that are less demanding. Later.
Yeah, this and that, but I'm still a nerd under it all.
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And happily. I have been looking for slide rules for some time. They are expensive. Used, these days, mostly as grotesque art, I am quite frustrated. I just can't see shelling out a couple of hundred dollars for such a device. I simply can't do that. Now, there are simple ones. There are relatively inexpensive, low functions ones (if those are still in the $60 range). There are even ones that just look like they would work, but don't. *le sighe* Tonight, just about to close up shop, I noticed something while looking for instructions for my reverse polish logic notation calculator (something I never quite got around to using, but wish, now, to tinker with). In any case, it seems that there might be a solution for my slide rule quandary. Why, of course, do it yourself.
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And happily. I have been looking for slide rules for some time. They are expensive. Used, these days, mostly as grotesque art, I am quite frustrated. I just can't see shelling out a couple of hundred dollars for such a device. I simply can't do that. Now, there are simple ones. There are relatively inexpensive, low functions ones (if those are still in the $60 range). There are even ones that just look like they would work, but don't. *le sighe* Tonight, just about to close up shop, I noticed something while looking for instructions for my reverse polish logic notation calculator (something I never quite got around to using, but wish, now, to tinker with). In any case, it seems that there might be a solution for my slide rule quandary. Why, of course, do it yourself.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Even the secularists are beginning to get a clue.
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Before long, the liberal circles are going to be shrinking to nothing. It's going down hard. Even those who lead a libertine life and support nothing of substance seem to have begun to realize just how nasty the left and the Democratic party is. It's a bit late, as even the Republican party is pretty much doa as to rights and responsibilities. Just a socialist light party, changing only trajectory and speed, not the target. Howard Stern, if he is a man of his word (which how could he be since he is just in it for himself, but...), says he is through with the Democrat party. We'll see.
Damned funny that it isn't until someone has been robbed that they start believing in self defense and property rights. Gotta wonder if this will make him reflect on his own actions, that were advantageous at the time, but might have hurt other people? Nah! Let's not go that far. One sip of coffee at a time, sugared and white, to ween him off the kool-aid of secularism. If he were a vessel, at this rate, given statistics and calculus, I would probably have to say he doesn't have enough life left to make that corner. Still, I guess that he is a little bit less of a useful idiot is something.
You know, there is a reason some people aren't believed. There is always hope, just not a lot of it in some cases. Stern, Bono, who is next? Don't tell me Al is going to come clean and return his ill gotten gain to try to enrich and expand the economies his lies have wrongly impacted? Ha!
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Before long, the liberal circles are going to be shrinking to nothing. It's going down hard. Even those who lead a libertine life and support nothing of substance seem to have begun to realize just how nasty the left and the Democratic party is. It's a bit late, as even the Republican party is pretty much doa as to rights and responsibilities. Just a socialist light party, changing only trajectory and speed, not the target. Howard Stern, if he is a man of his word (which how could he be since he is just in it for himself, but...), says he is through with the Democrat party. We'll see.
Damned funny that it isn't until someone has been robbed that they start believing in self defense and property rights. Gotta wonder if this will make him reflect on his own actions, that were advantageous at the time, but might have hurt other people? Nah! Let's not go that far. One sip of coffee at a time, sugared and white, to ween him off the kool-aid of secularism. If he were a vessel, at this rate, given statistics and calculus, I would probably have to say he doesn't have enough life left to make that corner. Still, I guess that he is a little bit less of a useful idiot is something.
You know, there is a reason some people aren't believed. There is always hope, just not a lot of it in some cases. Stern, Bono, who is next? Don't tell me Al is going to come clean and return his ill gotten gain to try to enrich and expand the economies his lies have wrongly impacted? Ha!
Ah ha.
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I've been finishing off the beef and veggies. Not bad really, though I did overcook the cabbage a bit. Now I remember some of the *cough* lore *gurgle* regarding cabbage. Was that... ? No. Okay. Anyway, it seems there is some truth to it. For whatever reason, my system is nearly immune to cabbage... lore. However, when I overcook it... my... immunity... is reduced. As I think back on things, my guess is I am not fully immune to cabbage, just so much so that the only thing I get from it is a slight package delivery benefit. Even overcooked, that process just speeds up a bit. Must be part of how and why lye doesn't even effect my system. I don't know if it is iron in there, but it certainly is different. Rotten meat, lye, cabbage... it's more a matter of taste.
The nap was wonderful. Oh, dreams. Luxurious, silkily sexual but not in a raw nature, notions of the softness around sex. The smoothness of a woman's skin, the softness of her flesh, the pleasure of the curves only a woman has. Unadulterated by lusts or greed, just a beautiful session of the wonder of it all. Several, perhaps many, such dreams. It's actually how I... interpret sex when awake and with a lover. I don't know if that makes me an odd man out, but it's... not about the "kill". It's about being present to, and different from, not about getting or even giving. I told you I was different. Yeah, never mind.
My scope arrived today. I am letting it warm up before handling it much. Mildot (dash, really, but mildot spacing), 3-9x 42, reticle in the first focal plane, and with a very solid reputation as to turret mechanics. It's not a true extreme long range item, but it should get to 1,200 meters if I wished. My use is more limited, 200 to 800 meters, really. I may, in time, choose to get into true long range target shooting, but not for a year or two. This scope will allow me to do a work up of some fundamentals, however, so that I would be more fully prepared for longer ranges. If you get the fundamentals down, a bit of practice, a touch of math, some physics, and more practice, these things will easily see you to those longer ranges. My dream is for a .338 lapua magnum, if I go in that direction. I guarantee, it would be much cheaper to work up a standard load and get the fundamentals down on that, before moving on to the bigger bore. At that point, hopefully, I would just be fidgeting with a couple of caliber peculiarities and, probably, still struggling to handle wind. Wind, of all the variables, is the one that will simply take time, gaining tons of experience. Basically I will have to put up with lots of fail until I master wind. And the only time to master that is to get out when all hell is blowing. All other variables can be manhandled with math, or even programs these days. Though a careful evaluation, close study, and lots of practice, are still needed. But wind, at longer ranges? That's where the magic is. Learn to read wind, learn the patterns especially, for when there are several wind directions going on, and know when to shoot, and you will become a king in that field. Then again, if the .338 care and feeding looks a bit tight, I might look in the 7 mm area, a straight, or mag, or something necked down... dunno. There might be something in there with pretty serious range that is a little more reasonable to feed. Not sure, but I suspect so. Hey, a boy and his toys.
It is a wonderful day. I think I'll take care of the cabbage feedback, then hit the kitchen a bit. I didn't do the dishes from last night, but I did set them to soak. I will wash, soak again in soapy water, sweep, perhaps mop. I did wash out the toilette the other day, with cleaner now on hand, so I may hit the bathroom just a touch as well. If everything works out, I may be ready to steam vac the living room tomorrow, or at least start taking the room down so as to get to it. Yeah, that would be nice. A day or two of drying, then I can begin tearing my bedroom down and get that steam vacuumed as well, before putting it back together. You know though, I really could use some smaller dollies, to move furniture by myself more easily. I may get into town tomorrow, and look for flats with wheels. Coasters don't really cut it, solo. I can lift and carry all of my furniture, I just can't always carry it through small doors and get it around corners well.
Later.
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I've been finishing off the beef and veggies. Not bad really, though I did overcook the cabbage a bit. Now I remember some of the *cough* lore *gurgle* regarding cabbage. Was that... ? No. Okay. Anyway, it seems there is some truth to it. For whatever reason, my system is nearly immune to cabbage... lore. However, when I overcook it... my... immunity... is reduced. As I think back on things, my guess is I am not fully immune to cabbage, just so much so that the only thing I get from it is a slight package delivery benefit. Even overcooked, that process just speeds up a bit. Must be part of how and why lye doesn't even effect my system. I don't know if it is iron in there, but it certainly is different. Rotten meat, lye, cabbage... it's more a matter of taste.
The nap was wonderful. Oh, dreams. Luxurious, silkily sexual but not in a raw nature, notions of the softness around sex. The smoothness of a woman's skin, the softness of her flesh, the pleasure of the curves only a woman has. Unadulterated by lusts or greed, just a beautiful session of the wonder of it all. Several, perhaps many, such dreams. It's actually how I... interpret sex when awake and with a lover. I don't know if that makes me an odd man out, but it's... not about the "kill". It's about being present to, and different from, not about getting or even giving. I told you I was different. Yeah, never mind.
My scope arrived today. I am letting it warm up before handling it much. Mildot (dash, really, but mildot spacing), 3-9x 42, reticle in the first focal plane, and with a very solid reputation as to turret mechanics. It's not a true extreme long range item, but it should get to 1,200 meters if I wished. My use is more limited, 200 to 800 meters, really. I may, in time, choose to get into true long range target shooting, but not for a year or two. This scope will allow me to do a work up of some fundamentals, however, so that I would be more fully prepared for longer ranges. If you get the fundamentals down, a bit of practice, a touch of math, some physics, and more practice, these things will easily see you to those longer ranges. My dream is for a .338 lapua magnum, if I go in that direction. I guarantee, it would be much cheaper to work up a standard load and get the fundamentals down on that, before moving on to the bigger bore. At that point, hopefully, I would just be fidgeting with a couple of caliber peculiarities and, probably, still struggling to handle wind. Wind, of all the variables, is the one that will simply take time, gaining tons of experience. Basically I will have to put up with lots of fail until I master wind. And the only time to master that is to get out when all hell is blowing. All other variables can be manhandled with math, or even programs these days. Though a careful evaluation, close study, and lots of practice, are still needed. But wind, at longer ranges? That's where the magic is. Learn to read wind, learn the patterns especially, for when there are several wind directions going on, and know when to shoot, and you will become a king in that field. Then again, if the .338 care and feeding looks a bit tight, I might look in the 7 mm area, a straight, or mag, or something necked down... dunno. There might be something in there with pretty serious range that is a little more reasonable to feed. Not sure, but I suspect so. Hey, a boy and his toys.
It is a wonderful day. I think I'll take care of the cabbage feedback, then hit the kitchen a bit. I didn't do the dishes from last night, but I did set them to soak. I will wash, soak again in soapy water, sweep, perhaps mop. I did wash out the toilette the other day, with cleaner now on hand, so I may hit the bathroom just a touch as well. If everything works out, I may be ready to steam vac the living room tomorrow, or at least start taking the room down so as to get to it. Yeah, that would be nice. A day or two of drying, then I can begin tearing my bedroom down and get that steam vacuumed as well, before putting it back together. You know though, I really could use some smaller dollies, to move furniture by myself more easily. I may get into town tomorrow, and look for flats with wheels. Coasters don't really cut it, solo. I can lift and carry all of my furniture, I just can't always carry it through small doors and get it around corners well.
Later.
Nice.
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I was able to make it to bed at midnight, and other than some slight tossing and turning, stay there and fall asleep probably within an hour, perhaps an half hour. I am sure I dreamed but it was mild to sweet normal type dreams. Nothing carried to this morning, save some chuckles and grins. Though there was a touch of something beautiful in there. As dark as I can be, see, now that God has awaken me, I see the beauty of some things, in their fullness, fears, foibles. I understand how that is no longer a weakness but the potential for something so much more. Even if it retards me in the short term, and she will. Ugh. Shifting gears can do that. And, shifting gears means setting the transmission for the demands at hand, so it will be different.
I set the alarm for... 8:00, I think. I didn't want to push it with a 7:00 alarm, I believe. I've been pushing things as is. Of course, I didn't wake at 8:00. It wasn't until 8:38. I sort of wanted to wait until 8:42, just to be cute and for kicks and a chuckle. But when I get the opportunity to rise I don't, can't, pass it up. It may not be available when I want, or the next time. You have no idea what I suffer through with choices, limits, and such. Considering my health situation, my will in this given is inhuman. I do what they don't believe I can do. Even if I am frustrated with not doing more, I am already outstripping their expectations.
I believe I will for another forty or fifty years. Maybe more. It's more an... acknowledgement, surrender, to His will. One of His Sons had to die far too young, surrendering it. Some have to live far too long, for our individual choices. I have prayed for what Christ got, just as hard as he prayed for what I get. As with Him, however, I too have surrendered to His will. Fathers can be annoying, but a good son will do their bidding. It just so happens that by doing His will we... are blessed in very wonderful ways. A nice gift to share, I suspect. Funny though, after surrendering my will, in time, I see why. It's no longer a chore, if sometimes a minor or major pain. *smile* And... just a bit funny at that, at times.
Today? Probably just recovery. Probably a nap at noon. Maybe a bit of work. Vacuuming and hitting the bedroom, if I can. With appointments out of the way for a while, and little else going on that would force my hand, I can begin building my daily life to some small degree. I would like to finish the cave, since I am keeping up on food and dishes. The bedroom needs to be heavily sorted out, vacuuming and steam cleaning would help a great deal, and when those are well in hand, assuming all else has been maintained, getting my garage shop up and running, then hitting the plumbing, would be the next bit. And, of course, I need to start planning and arranging for both hiking and getting out a bit, which will naturally lead to being set up for the regional burn. It's a crazy world. I live in a difficult to work with body. And yet I think I'll get it sorted out, sooner rather than later, and be back in some of the games before too long.
I am curious what my a1c is. If it is still below 7 I will have to try to figure out why the machine has been showing 250-350 when testing. I simply don't consume much of what would cause it to spike. I am eating more frequently, and generally smaller portions, even adding danged veggies. Something is going strange with that. But with the other medicines tended and on track, I can now focus on this. While I do add sugar to my diet occasionally, say twice a week, perhaps I actually need to add it more. It seems counter-intuitive, but that is the nature of my anatomy. I'm not a typical build, right down to the finials and eddies. Everyone is unique. Some are more unique. I don't think I see it as something most would want, actually, though.
Yeah, well, I need to get to things. Mostly just waking up enough to enjoy a nap in a bit. *chuckles*
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I was able to make it to bed at midnight, and other than some slight tossing and turning, stay there and fall asleep probably within an hour, perhaps an half hour. I am sure I dreamed but it was mild to sweet normal type dreams. Nothing carried to this morning, save some chuckles and grins. Though there was a touch of something beautiful in there. As dark as I can be, see, now that God has awaken me, I see the beauty of some things, in their fullness, fears, foibles. I understand how that is no longer a weakness but the potential for something so much more. Even if it retards me in the short term, and she will. Ugh. Shifting gears can do that. And, shifting gears means setting the transmission for the demands at hand, so it will be different.
I set the alarm for... 8:00, I think. I didn't want to push it with a 7:00 alarm, I believe. I've been pushing things as is. Of course, I didn't wake at 8:00. It wasn't until 8:38. I sort of wanted to wait until 8:42, just to be cute and for kicks and a chuckle. But when I get the opportunity to rise I don't, can't, pass it up. It may not be available when I want, or the next time. You have no idea what I suffer through with choices, limits, and such. Considering my health situation, my will in this given is inhuman. I do what they don't believe I can do. Even if I am frustrated with not doing more, I am already outstripping their expectations.
I believe I will for another forty or fifty years. Maybe more. It's more an... acknowledgement, surrender, to His will. One of His Sons had to die far too young, surrendering it. Some have to live far too long, for our individual choices. I have prayed for what Christ got, just as hard as he prayed for what I get. As with Him, however, I too have surrendered to His will. Fathers can be annoying, but a good son will do their bidding. It just so happens that by doing His will we... are blessed in very wonderful ways. A nice gift to share, I suspect. Funny though, after surrendering my will, in time, I see why. It's no longer a chore, if sometimes a minor or major pain. *smile* And... just a bit funny at that, at times.
Today? Probably just recovery. Probably a nap at noon. Maybe a bit of work. Vacuuming and hitting the bedroom, if I can. With appointments out of the way for a while, and little else going on that would force my hand, I can begin building my daily life to some small degree. I would like to finish the cave, since I am keeping up on food and dishes. The bedroom needs to be heavily sorted out, vacuuming and steam cleaning would help a great deal, and when those are well in hand, assuming all else has been maintained, getting my garage shop up and running, then hitting the plumbing, would be the next bit. And, of course, I need to start planning and arranging for both hiking and getting out a bit, which will naturally lead to being set up for the regional burn. It's a crazy world. I live in a difficult to work with body. And yet I think I'll get it sorted out, sooner rather than later, and be back in some of the games before too long.
I am curious what my a1c is. If it is still below 7 I will have to try to figure out why the machine has been showing 250-350 when testing. I simply don't consume much of what would cause it to spike. I am eating more frequently, and generally smaller portions, even adding danged veggies. Something is going strange with that. But with the other medicines tended and on track, I can now focus on this. While I do add sugar to my diet occasionally, say twice a week, perhaps I actually need to add it more. It seems counter-intuitive, but that is the nature of my anatomy. I'm not a typical build, right down to the finials and eddies. Everyone is unique. Some are more unique. I don't think I see it as something most would want, actually, though.
Yeah, well, I need to get to things. Mostly just waking up enough to enjoy a nap in a bit. *chuckles*
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Yeah, I made it.
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I had to pull out all of the stops, but that wasn't as rough as it can be. I tried to sleep earlier, but that just is not working. I ended up not getting to bed until after 3:00. I kept the alarm at 8:00, but didn't rise until 9:42 give or take. Whatever happened between those times I have no clue. I remember hearing the alarm at 8:00, but I don't remember what happened with it. The goal was to be out by 10:00, given that the appointment was at 13:00 and I hoped to have lunch before the appointment, or at least extra time in case traffic was snotty. At first, given that I was, essentially, just waking at 10:00, I thought to call it off. I wanted to call it off. Too tired. Or, it seemed like it. I tussled with the notion for ten minutes. Then decided to just do it. So, in to the shower... ah but the girls should be fed first, oh, and water. Then the shower. I didn't have time to air dry so I toweled down extra extra extra dry. Air drying is SO much better. The towel just can't get everything. I must leak shower water back out in some places or something! I dressed rather quickly, set up a few items I wanted to be sure to take. I even turned on the porch lights, in case I was away longer than the sun was up.
Actually, it was much easier, all told, than what the decision process might have suggested. It was a little rocky, but just a very little on that rough side. And with music, life is easier. When we cleaned the house, one of the things that went missing was the recharge cord for the shuffle. It's a little, but vital, thing. When I was shopping last time, I remembered to pick one up. Actually two. They only sold them in a package of two at the first store that had them and I wasn't willing, or able, to be picky. I even remembered, since then, to get the shuffle in, and charged, and remembered to grab it on my way out this morning. Wait, I think I actually had to come back in to get it. But music is worth a little hassle.
I made it to SLC by noon 30, my time. Which means I was in town by 12:15, driving right by the hospital. On the way, somewhere, I checked the schedule. The appointment was set for 14:00, actually, so I had plenty of time. McDonalds? Nah. I get that often enough. But, just a bit past the hospital, is a Red Robins. Now, they have some fancy burgers. A double "hot spiced" burger, fries, and a coke. Chipotle mayo for the fries. I really thought about a shot of Crown Royal in one of the sodas but skipped it. Didn't want to through off the first visit with the new doc. Docs are already sensitive little mice. Make em' female and they get real nervy sometimes. Doubling down, gotta watch it. And... I'm already just a wee fresh, choir boy seeming nature only makes my man-psych odor seem worse when it finally hits. Fresh, baby, real new.
That all done, I drove to the appointment. First b.p. reading hit at a decent 132/94. They didn't even bother with a second reading, though my guess is some quiet time and I would have been down to 120s/70s, or lower. Though, if needed or wanted, I can still jack that to 170/130, easily and quickly. I've checked. Just give me a reason, punk. :p Weight was up. But I just ate, and I have been eating a bit more and sitting a bit more, just recently. I figure, as I flush out getting used to being on an even keel with medicine, and start to do more, this will... handle itself. I'm think I will have an excellent year this year, maybe two years. Ups and downs, sure, but... It's getting time to play hardball with my corpse. It's time to get busy. In a lot of ways.
So, I meet my new doc. She isn't hard on the eyes or ears, mostly. Oh, I can taste that bitter. Yeah, ol' Doom has a bit of a reputation. *grin* But she isn't quite so tired and broken down that she is all bitter, yet, either. I did a bit of sniffing around her professional style and intentions, and I think they will do. She is staff, so may be around a bit longer. A little bitter is fine, actually that's part of my plan... always. So... don't think you are anything special, ladies, if I give you heartburn and you want to share it back. You are playing my game. Just... letting you know. Anyway, I think she will do fine. She seems straight and competent. Though time does tell more clearly. I did ask about my hand. She gave it a number of checks and wonders, but it being more mild, still having strength enough, and such, she suggests a minor form of arthritis. A bit of tylenol, minimal, adding as might be necessary to check the pain on rough days. Sounds reasonable to me. And it isn't a problem very often. Further, my guess is one dose, whatever that happens to be, will probably suffice, a few times a week at worst, a few times a month at best, to deal with the problem. I asked about crossing aspirin with tylenol (acetaminophen, I think, and probably, really). Yeah, I know they work differently, but on higher doses they can be a problem. Too small of dosages, and infrequency with the tylenol (tylenol is easier to write and say, true), she suggested. So... that's that. I'll give her the say until or unless she fails, then fails to correct. So far she is doing just fine. She doesn't have to like me, or be sweet on me, or any such, so long as she doesn't... go off the rails. I am a bit relieved, for now.
The ride home was nice. The drive up was pretty good. Traffic and idiots on the road, as usual. But I was rather reasonable, I think. I don't even think I yelled, mostly, probably. GAH! I had one woman who kept altering her speed to ride my butt though. I... did fix that. The first 20 miles of me didn't get her to not do it again. I can't swear if it was the second or third time I did it that she finally decided that riding on Doom's bumper was not a good choice. He has a tenacity to educate that is unnerving. I don't know what it was about my bumper, and her. But I am pretty sure she will completely avoid vehicles like mine for... a day. *le sighe*
Sam is begging for attention. Or food? Nope, just attention. If I keep up on their litter, and feed them well, Sam becomes all lovey dovy. And I changed their litter recently, and have been keeping up on it very well since. Food has been coming down like a dream, hard food is always on tap, and I have even letting them sleep or nap with me fairly often. Yeah, she loves poppo, and misses him hard when he is gone for a bit. Oh, and they have been getting treats at least every other day. Treat em' right and they bow to the king, baby.
I did get an order in for more medicines. With my medicine sets holding two weeks, and having two of them, I have a bit more of a heads up when I am about to run out. Still, I need all of the warning I can get. While in, and since she asked, and being that I had just filled my medicine and knew, I got on that train easily. Further, I asked if she could ensure I get 3 vials of insulin at a time. That just means that I can use a fresh vial each month and have between a month and a half and two months to reorder without too much worry. Trying to do things with only a month or two between reordering can get tight. Damn but I try, boys and girls. I do.
If we get that heart working, and diabetes managed I might just start pulling miracles out of my butt. The last a1c was 6.8, which I think is pretty decent, for me, October, and I think, so... Odd that my home testing is so high then? Whatever! I wouldn't mind seeing a1c drop into the 5s, and it is possible, the way I natively eat, home cooking, and such. But I think it will take more regular meals. I have the right foods down, it's just getting enough of it to not cause some of the weird stuff. I believe.
Later.
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I had to pull out all of the stops, but that wasn't as rough as it can be. I tried to sleep earlier, but that just is not working. I ended up not getting to bed until after 3:00. I kept the alarm at 8:00, but didn't rise until 9:42 give or take. Whatever happened between those times I have no clue. I remember hearing the alarm at 8:00, but I don't remember what happened with it. The goal was to be out by 10:00, given that the appointment was at 13:00 and I hoped to have lunch before the appointment, or at least extra time in case traffic was snotty. At first, given that I was, essentially, just waking at 10:00, I thought to call it off. I wanted to call it off. Too tired. Or, it seemed like it. I tussled with the notion for ten minutes. Then decided to just do it. So, in to the shower... ah but the girls should be fed first, oh, and water. Then the shower. I didn't have time to air dry so I toweled down extra extra extra dry. Air drying is SO much better. The towel just can't get everything. I must leak shower water back out in some places or something! I dressed rather quickly, set up a few items I wanted to be sure to take. I even turned on the porch lights, in case I was away longer than the sun was up.
Actually, it was much easier, all told, than what the decision process might have suggested. It was a little rocky, but just a very little on that rough side. And with music, life is easier. When we cleaned the house, one of the things that went missing was the recharge cord for the shuffle. It's a little, but vital, thing. When I was shopping last time, I remembered to pick one up. Actually two. They only sold them in a package of two at the first store that had them and I wasn't willing, or able, to be picky. I even remembered, since then, to get the shuffle in, and charged, and remembered to grab it on my way out this morning. Wait, I think I actually had to come back in to get it. But music is worth a little hassle.
I made it to SLC by noon 30, my time. Which means I was in town by 12:15, driving right by the hospital. On the way, somewhere, I checked the schedule. The appointment was set for 14:00, actually, so I had plenty of time. McDonalds? Nah. I get that often enough. But, just a bit past the hospital, is a Red Robins. Now, they have some fancy burgers. A double "hot spiced" burger, fries, and a coke. Chipotle mayo for the fries. I really thought about a shot of Crown Royal in one of the sodas but skipped it. Didn't want to through off the first visit with the new doc. Docs are already sensitive little mice. Make em' female and they get real nervy sometimes. Doubling down, gotta watch it. And... I'm already just a wee fresh, choir boy seeming nature only makes my man-psych odor seem worse when it finally hits. Fresh, baby, real new.
That all done, I drove to the appointment. First b.p. reading hit at a decent 132/94. They didn't even bother with a second reading, though my guess is some quiet time and I would have been down to 120s/70s, or lower. Though, if needed or wanted, I can still jack that to 170/130, easily and quickly. I've checked. Just give me a reason, punk. :p Weight was up. But I just ate, and I have been eating a bit more and sitting a bit more, just recently. I figure, as I flush out getting used to being on an even keel with medicine, and start to do more, this will... handle itself. I'm think I will have an excellent year this year, maybe two years. Ups and downs, sure, but... It's getting time to play hardball with my corpse. It's time to get busy. In a lot of ways.
So, I meet my new doc. She isn't hard on the eyes or ears, mostly. Oh, I can taste that bitter. Yeah, ol' Doom has a bit of a reputation. *grin* But she isn't quite so tired and broken down that she is all bitter, yet, either. I did a bit of sniffing around her professional style and intentions, and I think they will do. She is staff, so may be around a bit longer. A little bitter is fine, actually that's part of my plan... always. So... don't think you are anything special, ladies, if I give you heartburn and you want to share it back. You are playing my game. Just... letting you know. Anyway, I think she will do fine. She seems straight and competent. Though time does tell more clearly. I did ask about my hand. She gave it a number of checks and wonders, but it being more mild, still having strength enough, and such, she suggests a minor form of arthritis. A bit of tylenol, minimal, adding as might be necessary to check the pain on rough days. Sounds reasonable to me. And it isn't a problem very often. Further, my guess is one dose, whatever that happens to be, will probably suffice, a few times a week at worst, a few times a month at best, to deal with the problem. I asked about crossing aspirin with tylenol (acetaminophen, I think, and probably, really). Yeah, I know they work differently, but on higher doses they can be a problem. Too small of dosages, and infrequency with the tylenol (tylenol is easier to write and say, true), she suggested. So... that's that. I'll give her the say until or unless she fails, then fails to correct. So far she is doing just fine. She doesn't have to like me, or be sweet on me, or any such, so long as she doesn't... go off the rails. I am a bit relieved, for now.
The ride home was nice. The drive up was pretty good. Traffic and idiots on the road, as usual. But I was rather reasonable, I think. I don't even think I yelled, mostly, probably. GAH! I had one woman who kept altering her speed to ride my butt though. I... did fix that. The first 20 miles of me didn't get her to not do it again. I can't swear if it was the second or third time I did it that she finally decided that riding on Doom's bumper was not a good choice. He has a tenacity to educate that is unnerving. I don't know what it was about my bumper, and her. But I am pretty sure she will completely avoid vehicles like mine for... a day. *le sighe*
Sam is begging for attention. Or food? Nope, just attention. If I keep up on their litter, and feed them well, Sam becomes all lovey dovy. And I changed their litter recently, and have been keeping up on it very well since. Food has been coming down like a dream, hard food is always on tap, and I have even letting them sleep or nap with me fairly often. Yeah, she loves poppo, and misses him hard when he is gone for a bit. Oh, and they have been getting treats at least every other day. Treat em' right and they bow to the king, baby.
I did get an order in for more medicines. With my medicine sets holding two weeks, and having two of them, I have a bit more of a heads up when I am about to run out. Still, I need all of the warning I can get. While in, and since she asked, and being that I had just filled my medicine and knew, I got on that train easily. Further, I asked if she could ensure I get 3 vials of insulin at a time. That just means that I can use a fresh vial each month and have between a month and a half and two months to reorder without too much worry. Trying to do things with only a month or two between reordering can get tight. Damn but I try, boys and girls. I do.
If we get that heart working, and diabetes managed I might just start pulling miracles out of my butt. The last a1c was 6.8, which I think is pretty decent, for me, October, and I think, so... Odd that my home testing is so high then? Whatever! I wouldn't mind seeing a1c drop into the 5s, and it is possible, the way I natively eat, home cooking, and such. But I think it will take more regular meals. I have the right foods down, it's just getting enough of it to not cause some of the weird stuff. I believe.
Later.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Beef and vegetables on the way.
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This time I have fresh onion to go, and fresh garlic. I added a package of mushrooms, more for flavor I think. I am cooking the beef, onions, mushrooms, and crushed and slightly diced garlic to kick off the show. After that is finished, I will cook the carrots for a bit, then add the cabbage. Eventually I will mix it all together into a rough stew, perhaps thickening the au jus, or not. It's good either way. And I am cleaning up behind myself, to hopefully limit how much cleanup I will need to do afterwards. Some of my moms, and some of my women, were pros at in-cooking clean up, leaving very little for when they were done. I have a limited skill set in this arena. I know what can be done, I just don't always see it... or do it. I know what I like to eat, and how to make it. The rest of it is, well... it just happens or it doesn't.
I have been pushing. Burning the candle at both ends, and a bit too long. Today won't see much done, other than dinner, most likely. Why I can't sleep though, I don't know. I have worn myself out several of these last days. That has not been enough. I have continued to rise early. So that isn't it. Dunno. I'll have to figure something out before too long. These things fix themselves, but I am trying to be in charge of the fixing. I'm doing well, mostly, save this morning. But even that wasn't too bad with all of the givens put into the calculator.
Tomorrow is a travel day. Not an early one, so I should be okay. I might head up early enough to have lunch first, and maybe look at a cooking specialty store, in order to calm down a bit after the drive. But if I do the drive right, I won't be hitting heavy traffic, which itself will help. I am curious to see just how well my stats will be now that I am on full doses. Yeah, no, I haven't been checking. I've been pushing my sleep once I regained footing. Before that I had no real capacity. Always something. That might go back on my list of things to bring back to regularity. It's mostly just a matter of remembering to do it before I eat or drink anything.
Beef stew sounds good to me. A chuck roast this time, my favorite. Later.
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This time I have fresh onion to go, and fresh garlic. I added a package of mushrooms, more for flavor I think. I am cooking the beef, onions, mushrooms, and crushed and slightly diced garlic to kick off the show. After that is finished, I will cook the carrots for a bit, then add the cabbage. Eventually I will mix it all together into a rough stew, perhaps thickening the au jus, or not. It's good either way. And I am cleaning up behind myself, to hopefully limit how much cleanup I will need to do afterwards. Some of my moms, and some of my women, were pros at in-cooking clean up, leaving very little for when they were done. I have a limited skill set in this arena. I know what can be done, I just don't always see it... or do it. I know what I like to eat, and how to make it. The rest of it is, well... it just happens or it doesn't.
I have been pushing. Burning the candle at both ends, and a bit too long. Today won't see much done, other than dinner, most likely. Why I can't sleep though, I don't know. I have worn myself out several of these last days. That has not been enough. I have continued to rise early. So that isn't it. Dunno. I'll have to figure something out before too long. These things fix themselves, but I am trying to be in charge of the fixing. I'm doing well, mostly, save this morning. But even that wasn't too bad with all of the givens put into the calculator.
Tomorrow is a travel day. Not an early one, so I should be okay. I might head up early enough to have lunch first, and maybe look at a cooking specialty store, in order to calm down a bit after the drive. But if I do the drive right, I won't be hitting heavy traffic, which itself will help. I am curious to see just how well my stats will be now that I am on full doses. Yeah, no, I haven't been checking. I've been pushing my sleep once I regained footing. Before that I had no real capacity. Always something. That might go back on my list of things to bring back to regularity. It's mostly just a matter of remembering to do it before I eat or drink anything.
Beef stew sounds good to me. A chuck roast this time, my favorite. Later.
Not sure what is happening.
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I simply haven't been able to get to bed earlier, no matter what I do. My bedtime is advancing. I didn't get to bed until 5:00 this morning. Now, until now, I was able to break it up and wake early anyway. Not today. I wasn't up until 14:30, give or take. I have things to do tomorrow, so that isn't an option. I honestly don't understand, unless spring really has arrived and hard. More sun, less sleep, and less ability to sleep. I run through that every year. It can be exhausting, but it is exhilarating as well. Until I get a handle on whatever is going on, I am going to be struggling a bit. Hmm, well, and now that medicines have been dosed up to full blast, and I am learning to manage that balance beam, perhaps I have more energy as well. It's a heck of a trick. Once balance is regained though, there is so much energy left over for living that I have to rebalanced everything again. It's like a tare on a scale. Only a huge one.
I did finish the dishes last night, all of them. I cleaned the kitchen a bit. I need to reset medicine sets, perhaps vacuum, and then think on things. I don't want to push too much today. But if I can do a few small things I will. Oh, and supper... I will make a roast, with veggies, and get that put together, put up, and cleaned up after. The goal is to cook three real meals a week, bigger dinner ones, have boiled eggs and fruit on hand, and make a few small meals in there as well. But... keep the kitchen in order after each meal, small or large. Hence boiled eggs and fruit, so that I don't have to clean up each meal. That is too much. If I had to guess, I would say I am losing weight by eating more regularly. If I am not losing weight, I am losing size.
It sure was a long recovery. But I think I'm calling it done. There remain the kinks to work out, and I am still limited. For now, though, I am about as good as I can get. Now to figure out how to optimize beyond the medicine, with food, exercise, getting out, keeping up, and whatever else it will take. I'm just not a quitter, I guess. Yeah, this... will do... for now. Hmm... I ought to get my pack in order so that, if on an off or odd or on day, and I am out or want to get out, that maybe I can take a stroll into the mountains or hills or wherever. Never did quite get to that. Later.
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I simply haven't been able to get to bed earlier, no matter what I do. My bedtime is advancing. I didn't get to bed until 5:00 this morning. Now, until now, I was able to break it up and wake early anyway. Not today. I wasn't up until 14:30, give or take. I have things to do tomorrow, so that isn't an option. I honestly don't understand, unless spring really has arrived and hard. More sun, less sleep, and less ability to sleep. I run through that every year. It can be exhausting, but it is exhilarating as well. Until I get a handle on whatever is going on, I am going to be struggling a bit. Hmm, well, and now that medicines have been dosed up to full blast, and I am learning to manage that balance beam, perhaps I have more energy as well. It's a heck of a trick. Once balance is regained though, there is so much energy left over for living that I have to rebalanced everything again. It's like a tare on a scale. Only a huge one.
I did finish the dishes last night, all of them. I cleaned the kitchen a bit. I need to reset medicine sets, perhaps vacuum, and then think on things. I don't want to push too much today. But if I can do a few small things I will. Oh, and supper... I will make a roast, with veggies, and get that put together, put up, and cleaned up after. The goal is to cook three real meals a week, bigger dinner ones, have boiled eggs and fruit on hand, and make a few small meals in there as well. But... keep the kitchen in order after each meal, small or large. Hence boiled eggs and fruit, so that I don't have to clean up each meal. That is too much. If I had to guess, I would say I am losing weight by eating more regularly. If I am not losing weight, I am losing size.
It sure was a long recovery. But I think I'm calling it done. There remain the kinks to work out, and I am still limited. For now, though, I am about as good as I can get. Now to figure out how to optimize beyond the medicine, with food, exercise, getting out, keeping up, and whatever else it will take. I'm just not a quitter, I guess. Yeah, this... will do... for now. Hmm... I ought to get my pack in order so that, if on an off or odd or on day, and I am out or want to get out, that maybe I can take a stroll into the mountains or hills or wherever. Never did quite get to that. Later.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
That nap was no 5.56.
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It wasn't even a 7.62... that pup was a .338. Bam! Out and down. Dreams but nothing else. Yea, I needed it. When the alarm went off I didn't want to get up. I had slept through it for 27 minutes so I decided not to stay in bed, reset. I had more sleep than I meant and then some. But... good. Getting up was a bit of a struggle but once I was up life has been good. I haven't gotten to much, yet, but I plan on finishing the dishes, and the little bit that I "found" or used since, then hit the kitchen. That will be about it, save a call to see what is happening with my friend and his machine. I know him, he couldn't stop from tinkering any more than a kid, given the opportunity, could choose not to open a Christmas present. Of course, without internet, I can't really help him much. Win 8 isn't my thing.
The parts for my ak-47 are in. Probably tomorrow I have some internal tinkering to do. This won't improve accuracy, or performance, it will merely making complete tear-downs more sure and simple. I will keep the old piece if it will come out in once piece. It seems to be stuck in there in some odd way. With these pieces in hand, now I can get to the complete tear-down needed to sand some of the parts for a smoother action. I've done a bit of sanding, but I didn't want to get too into it until I could easily and simply take it down and not have to worry about something breaking, so having an ooc platform. Bleh. I also, finally, found out how the stock folds. And that does work. The button on mine was just a bit gunked up and had to be cleared.
A piece, a bit, a project at a time, and I am coming awake. It is like coming out of a deep thaw. There is so much in my life that I have to pull together. Social, mechanical, mind, body, spirit. Decades have left layers of rust, parts that need a little tweaking or updating, missing pieces needing replaced. My fingers are out of practice. I can't always keep on task even yet. But, slowly, an area, a piece, a touch at a time, I am remaking my reality. And I am taking control back, even of something so seemingly simple as adjusting my sleep and wake times. We are, all, well tuned machines. Some can be tuned for finer performance, but all can be tuned, if they take the time. I have the time, and interest, and so it has begun. The device that contains me is being optimized. Again.
Oh, I best pull out another roast. This time with carrots, onions, and cabbage. Tomorrow night, probably, with a clean up after it is cooked. Urhm... by the way... I need to rip into my refrigerator and get that thing cleaned out. Vacuuming and the fridge tomorrow. Steam vacuuming the living room the day after? Then, when next I can work, I will begin ripping my bedroom apart for cleaning and reassembly. If the weather holds, I will get out shooting in the next few weeks. If we get snow though, I will hit the snow shoe learning curve. Can't lose? Maybe. Later.
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It wasn't even a 7.62... that pup was a .338. Bam! Out and down. Dreams but nothing else. Yea, I needed it. When the alarm went off I didn't want to get up. I had slept through it for 27 minutes so I decided not to stay in bed, reset. I had more sleep than I meant and then some. But... good. Getting up was a bit of a struggle but once I was up life has been good. I haven't gotten to much, yet, but I plan on finishing the dishes, and the little bit that I "found" or used since, then hit the kitchen. That will be about it, save a call to see what is happening with my friend and his machine. I know him, he couldn't stop from tinkering any more than a kid, given the opportunity, could choose not to open a Christmas present. Of course, without internet, I can't really help him much. Win 8 isn't my thing.
The parts for my ak-47 are in. Probably tomorrow I have some internal tinkering to do. This won't improve accuracy, or performance, it will merely making complete tear-downs more sure and simple. I will keep the old piece if it will come out in once piece. It seems to be stuck in there in some odd way. With these pieces in hand, now I can get to the complete tear-down needed to sand some of the parts for a smoother action. I've done a bit of sanding, but I didn't want to get too into it until I could easily and simply take it down and not have to worry about something breaking, so having an ooc platform. Bleh. I also, finally, found out how the stock folds. And that does work. The button on mine was just a bit gunked up and had to be cleared.
A piece, a bit, a project at a time, and I am coming awake. It is like coming out of a deep thaw. There is so much in my life that I have to pull together. Social, mechanical, mind, body, spirit. Decades have left layers of rust, parts that need a little tweaking or updating, missing pieces needing replaced. My fingers are out of practice. I can't always keep on task even yet. But, slowly, an area, a piece, a touch at a time, I am remaking my reality. And I am taking control back, even of something so seemingly simple as adjusting my sleep and wake times. We are, all, well tuned machines. Some can be tuned for finer performance, but all can be tuned, if they take the time. I have the time, and interest, and so it has begun. The device that contains me is being optimized. Again.
Oh, I best pull out another roast. This time with carrots, onions, and cabbage. Tomorrow night, probably, with a clean up after it is cooked. Urhm... by the way... I need to rip into my refrigerator and get that thing cleaned out. Vacuuming and the fridge tomorrow. Steam vacuuming the living room the day after? Then, when next I can work, I will begin ripping my bedroom apart for cleaning and reassembly. If the weather holds, I will get out shooting in the next few weeks. If we get snow though, I will hit the snow shoe learning curve. Can't lose? Maybe. Later.
In order to...
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In order to do this, sometimes I have to do that. Because I do that, I don't always get to do this other thing. Sometimes I can squeeze through. The last few nights and days I have literally been burning the candle at both ends. Going to bed late and getting up early. Actually I did that again. But this morning I could quite pull off as much of a coup as I have been getting away with. Down by 3:00, or so, and up at 9:30. Powerful dreams lately. They were good ones, this time, last night. They were power-play dreams, that is all I can remember. As well, when I woke, I was just a wee on the wickedly tempered side. Well, my version of it. I have learned I can never, ever, just let go. The most I can do is... be obstinately opposed to things. Shaking my head no, solidly, one extra time, is about all I can get away with, as to being a big baby, in some areas. Much more and the world can literally begin falling apart and things die. If I am a gentle giant, it is because, as frustrating as it is, I like my Father's world and trust in His plan. I would splinter this world otherwise. It is quite fragile for some of us.
Today? I am probably just going to struggle through until noon, hit the nap button, take that nap, then figure things out after that. I have been pushing, hard, long, deep into enemy territory. I have been getting things done. I have been setting things up to be done. I have been tinkering, thinking, doing, and challenging body and mind. I need to take a day or two of light duty, get my sleep back to an earlier time, and go easy for a bit. I am hoping to knock out the last of the dishes, finish cleaning the kitchen, coasting on easy eats for a few days while vacuuming and steam vacuuming the carpets, then set up for a well cooked home meal in a few days. I need to back off just a bit, for a few days, and make sure my medicine sets are re-stocked, my sleep is refreshed and reset, and take care of the little things. I have been pushing a bit too hard. I need to... take a breath and reset.
I expect a negative. But it isn't my question to answer. I merely have to be ready for whatever answer is given.
Later.
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In order to do this, sometimes I have to do that. Because I do that, I don't always get to do this other thing. Sometimes I can squeeze through. The last few nights and days I have literally been burning the candle at both ends. Going to bed late and getting up early. Actually I did that again. But this morning I could quite pull off as much of a coup as I have been getting away with. Down by 3:00, or so, and up at 9:30. Powerful dreams lately. They were good ones, this time, last night. They were power-play dreams, that is all I can remember. As well, when I woke, I was just a wee on the wickedly tempered side. Well, my version of it. I have learned I can never, ever, just let go. The most I can do is... be obstinately opposed to things. Shaking my head no, solidly, one extra time, is about all I can get away with, as to being a big baby, in some areas. Much more and the world can literally begin falling apart and things die. If I am a gentle giant, it is because, as frustrating as it is, I like my Father's world and trust in His plan. I would splinter this world otherwise. It is quite fragile for some of us.
Today? I am probably just going to struggle through until noon, hit the nap button, take that nap, then figure things out after that. I have been pushing, hard, long, deep into enemy territory. I have been getting things done. I have been setting things up to be done. I have been tinkering, thinking, doing, and challenging body and mind. I need to take a day or two of light duty, get my sleep back to an earlier time, and go easy for a bit. I am hoping to knock out the last of the dishes, finish cleaning the kitchen, coasting on easy eats for a few days while vacuuming and steam vacuuming the carpets, then set up for a well cooked home meal in a few days. I need to back off just a bit, for a few days, and make sure my medicine sets are re-stocked, my sleep is refreshed and reset, and take care of the little things. I have been pushing a bit too hard. I need to... take a breath and reset.
I expect a negative. But it isn't my question to answer. I merely have to be ready for whatever answer is given.
Later.
You see, Doom isn't dead, yet, fully.
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The trash barrel was brought in after returning from shopping. The cat litter was sorted out in a small way after I returned. The last load of dishes was washed and set to a rinsing soak, to be finished tomorrow. Checks were made out to bring me up to dues on utilities, plus with payments to next March, put in an envelope and deposited in the depository. And a lot of shopping happened. It was more than what I had planned, but when you see regular use items on sale, in bulk? Yeah, well, so I did stock up a bit. With my list on my phone and my phone almost always with me, I almost never forget. Further, if I happen to be in town, or a town, for any reason, I have my list. I keep running items on it, and have a running total in my mind. It all works out better now.
I did pick up some gala, but johnathan somethingorothers (I think) I also like. They were bigger apples and cheaper, so I grabbed some of those. I will compare. If I like them both I will go with whatever is marked the lowest or looks the freshest really is what I go for. Cabbage, Pine-Sol, paper towels, cat food and litter, more meat, this, that, and the other thing. It adds up. But I am pretty much set for the next month. I am a lousy shopper. This is where women, most women and very few men, shine. Dollars to donuts, they can become superior shoppers for just the right things at just the right price and knowing what can be skimped and what must be brand name.
Everything is put away. No left out meats this time. Well, at least those chops were good. I just need to relax, now, and wind down for bed. The alarm is set for 7:00. I will keep it there until I can rise at 7:00, even if very roughly, and still needing a nap at noon. I'd like to click it back to 5:00, maybe 5:30, and try to maintain that, adjusting bedtime as needed. It isn't about rising at a certain time, though that is part of it. It is about control. Self-control. I want that back! And, even if I am a little rusty at it, and still not fully up to great rigor, this... I am doing.
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The trash barrel was brought in after returning from shopping. The cat litter was sorted out in a small way after I returned. The last load of dishes was washed and set to a rinsing soak, to be finished tomorrow. Checks were made out to bring me up to dues on utilities, plus with payments to next March, put in an envelope and deposited in the depository. And a lot of shopping happened. It was more than what I had planned, but when you see regular use items on sale, in bulk? Yeah, well, so I did stock up a bit. With my list on my phone and my phone almost always with me, I almost never forget. Further, if I happen to be in town, or a town, for any reason, I have my list. I keep running items on it, and have a running total in my mind. It all works out better now.
I did pick up some gala, but johnathan somethingorothers (I think) I also like. They were bigger apples and cheaper, so I grabbed some of those. I will compare. If I like them both I will go with whatever is marked the lowest or looks the freshest really is what I go for. Cabbage, Pine-Sol, paper towels, cat food and litter, more meat, this, that, and the other thing. It adds up. But I am pretty much set for the next month. I am a lousy shopper. This is where women, most women and very few men, shine. Dollars to donuts, they can become superior shoppers for just the right things at just the right price and knowing what can be skimped and what must be brand name.
Everything is put away. No left out meats this time. Well, at least those chops were good. I just need to relax, now, and wind down for bed. The alarm is set for 7:00. I will keep it there until I can rise at 7:00, even if very roughly, and still needing a nap at noon. I'd like to click it back to 5:00, maybe 5:30, and try to maintain that, adjusting bedtime as needed. It isn't about rising at a certain time, though that is part of it. It is about control. Self-control. I want that back! And, even if I am a little rusty at it, and still not fully up to great rigor, this... I am doing.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Haiku Monday - Enchantment
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It seems foam is up with the contest. Go here to review her rules and regs, notion, and get started.
Enchantment, eh? That is a much more loaded word than it seems straightaway. It is a sensory thing, something you can get from a special person or an new, or even old but familiar and missed environment. It is something that can be attempted to be cast. It is an enhancement to an item. At one time, tech was considered magic, and to some it still is. I don't know where this road will lead my work.
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It seems foam is up with the contest. Go here to review her rules and regs, notion, and get started.
Enchantment, eh? That is a much more loaded word than it seems straightaway. It is a sensory thing, something you can get from a special person or an new, or even old but familiar and missed environment. It is something that can be attempted to be cast. It is an enhancement to an item. At one time, tech was considered magic, and to some it still is. I don't know where this road will lead my work.
she did not believe
a word, a touch, a right smile
now she does not know
the item was plain
a touch here, a smidgen there
back to God's own true
I remembered well
peaks rose into view slowly
the rebirth of home
Not bad.
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Even with a rough night, going down after 4:00, I was able to climb out of bed by 8:44, and stay up until nap time, if barely. It was a ballbuster of a night and morning but the nap sure did it's job this time. Wow!
Yesterday, while thinking about it, I ordered a scope for my rifle. It should work out well. After reviewing Rex's rants, I realize that I knew, on any given program, from 30 to 70 percent of the goods. The problem is the knowledge was incomplete and disorganized in my mind. Bits here, pieces there. After listening to some of his stuff some of it is coming together on it's own, some of it is being reestablished or learned, and the knowledge is becoming organized. The experience is lost, it will have to be totally regenerated. Probably. Then again, I am surprised how things I thought were gone can come back to me in just the right situation. Driving a stick, it seems, is not one of those things. I still want to find a way to get that back, actually. I want my next vehicle to be stick. Hmm... that might have invited the visitors back itself. Hard to tell.
I purchased a number of grapefruits the last time I went to the store. I had one almost immediately. I get a hankering for those, from time to time. Terrible. I don't know what it was about it, but I began to suspect that I really didn't like grapefruit and my senses were off. After my nap, wanting something but not really wanting to work for it, I grabbed a couple of them. The first one I cut in half, hoping that would... change the outcome. Didn't matter. But the outcome was different. They just must have needed a little time to ripen. Yum! The next one I simply peeled and ate, the right way really. Yeah, one is for fancy dining, one is just for getting every ounce of punch on the nose out of the fruit, plus pulp, juice, all of it, every ounce of punch yum. My grapefruit nose is back in trim and I will probably gobble these down pretty quickly now. Aye, an acquired taste perhaps. But when you have it... Well... grapefruit are like... women. (Oh, and happy Valentines Day, ladies.) *laughs* Yeah, I love yas.
Damn, feeling rather pepped actually. My hope is to dig into the dishes shortly, and either wash and rinse or wash and set to a second wash, depending on how they look and feel. Yeah, I wash the... well... I like things clean to the bone. I would rather have piles of rotten smelling dishes than piss-poorly cleaned piles of crap in my cupboards. It IS how I roll. Do it right or get your stinking hands off my equipment! Urhm... which is why I often end up living in rubble. But that's... the way I roll. And rock.
It seems I have improved sudoku as well as I am going to, just by sight. I have a choice, at this point, about whether to study patterns and begin working up, and then how far to work up, or whether to just enjoy the level that I am at let any native natural improvements trickle in over time. I can't say, but I do have the rest of my life. I can do the easy ones in the 40 second range. The mid-levels can be done, just by sight mostly, in 2:30. It's the nutcrackers that... well... I'm thinking on it. I'll probably dig a little into it, when and as I can, but I'm not going to become a sudoku nerd. Hell, I already am, just a natural so it doesn't really count.
Yep, dishes, a shower, the kitchen, trash barrel in, and if I can... checks written, a trip to deliver that, and maybe a trip to town. No promise. I even doubt that last but it is possible. Oh, and maybe a call to my friend to see how the computer is doing... What of that I can remember. Later.
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Done... the first parts. I washed the dishes. They are clean, so I set them to rinse. When they cool in a couple hours, and I catch my breath, I'll finish them. Between the wash and setting them to a rinse, I took a shower. A nice, long, hot, shower is just the thing. Now that it is in the... what... 50's outside? I open the window full blast. Well, leaving it just closed enough that if someone happens by they won't see more than... well... more than they should and too easily. Hey, a man's got his secrets. That gets out I'll need a bat for the hens, again. :) Supper will be coming in, and at this time there is no way I will make it to town before that. Still, as good as I am doing, I may end up there, and get the checks in, before the night is through. Milk, butter, cat food, cat litter... you know the drill. I am hoping, now that I am beginning to feel a bit better more often that I can keep up on the cat litter. The stuff I use is pricy, but if tended it lasts multiples longer. Actually even when I don't tend it, it keeps the odor in check four times as long. Trust me, I know.
This coming month I am hoping to get my garage arranged and then begin on the workbench and such. By next winter I hope to have a heater in there, for cold weather function. Either that, like I said, a couple of those bigger propane heaters, two for the off rooms and one for the garage. Well, and a big outside tank. I'd love to bury it but... Yeah... I remember that well. Then again... I'll... be thinking on that. Cases don't work for pay, but meat and pizza doesn't leave anyone sore. Did I ever... I lose track, folks, I do. But I try. Hmm... that reminds me...
Later.
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Even with a rough night, going down after 4:00, I was able to climb out of bed by 8:44, and stay up until nap time, if barely. It was a ballbuster of a night and morning but the nap sure did it's job this time. Wow!
Yesterday, while thinking about it, I ordered a scope for my rifle. It should work out well. After reviewing Rex's rants, I realize that I knew, on any given program, from 30 to 70 percent of the goods. The problem is the knowledge was incomplete and disorganized in my mind. Bits here, pieces there. After listening to some of his stuff some of it is coming together on it's own, some of it is being reestablished or learned, and the knowledge is becoming organized. The experience is lost, it will have to be totally regenerated. Probably. Then again, I am surprised how things I thought were gone can come back to me in just the right situation. Driving a stick, it seems, is not one of those things. I still want to find a way to get that back, actually. I want my next vehicle to be stick. Hmm... that might have invited the visitors back itself. Hard to tell.
I purchased a number of grapefruits the last time I went to the store. I had one almost immediately. I get a hankering for those, from time to time. Terrible. I don't know what it was about it, but I began to suspect that I really didn't like grapefruit and my senses were off. After my nap, wanting something but not really wanting to work for it, I grabbed a couple of them. The first one I cut in half, hoping that would... change the outcome. Didn't matter. But the outcome was different. They just must have needed a little time to ripen. Yum! The next one I simply peeled and ate, the right way really. Yeah, one is for fancy dining, one is just for getting every ounce of punch on the nose out of the fruit, plus pulp, juice, all of it, every ounce of punch yum. My grapefruit nose is back in trim and I will probably gobble these down pretty quickly now. Aye, an acquired taste perhaps. But when you have it... Well... grapefruit are like... women. (Oh, and happy Valentines Day, ladies.) *laughs* Yeah, I love yas.
Damn, feeling rather pepped actually. My hope is to dig into the dishes shortly, and either wash and rinse or wash and set to a second wash, depending on how they look and feel. Yeah, I wash the... well... I like things clean to the bone. I would rather have piles of rotten smelling dishes than piss-poorly cleaned piles of crap in my cupboards. It IS how I roll. Do it right or get your stinking hands off my equipment! Urhm... which is why I often end up living in rubble. But that's... the way I roll. And rock.
It seems I have improved sudoku as well as I am going to, just by sight. I have a choice, at this point, about whether to study patterns and begin working up, and then how far to work up, or whether to just enjoy the level that I am at let any native natural improvements trickle in over time. I can't say, but I do have the rest of my life. I can do the easy ones in the 40 second range. The mid-levels can be done, just by sight mostly, in 2:30. It's the nutcrackers that... well... I'm thinking on it. I'll probably dig a little into it, when and as I can, but I'm not going to become a sudoku nerd. Hell, I already am, just a natural so it doesn't really count.
Yep, dishes, a shower, the kitchen, trash barrel in, and if I can... checks written, a trip to deliver that, and maybe a trip to town. No promise. I even doubt that last but it is possible. Oh, and maybe a call to my friend to see how the computer is doing... What of that I can remember. Later.
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Done... the first parts. I washed the dishes. They are clean, so I set them to rinse. When they cool in a couple hours, and I catch my breath, I'll finish them. Between the wash and setting them to a rinse, I took a shower. A nice, long, hot, shower is just the thing. Now that it is in the... what... 50's outside? I open the window full blast. Well, leaving it just closed enough that if someone happens by they won't see more than... well... more than they should and too easily. Hey, a man's got his secrets. That gets out I'll need a bat for the hens, again. :) Supper will be coming in, and at this time there is no way I will make it to town before that. Still, as good as I am doing, I may end up there, and get the checks in, before the night is through. Milk, butter, cat food, cat litter... you know the drill. I am hoping, now that I am beginning to feel a bit better more often that I can keep up on the cat litter. The stuff I use is pricy, but if tended it lasts multiples longer. Actually even when I don't tend it, it keeps the odor in check four times as long. Trust me, I know.
This coming month I am hoping to get my garage arranged and then begin on the workbench and such. By next winter I hope to have a heater in there, for cold weather function. Either that, like I said, a couple of those bigger propane heaters, two for the off rooms and one for the garage. Well, and a big outside tank. I'd love to bury it but... Yeah... I remember that well. Then again... I'll... be thinking on that. Cases don't work for pay, but meat and pizza doesn't leave anyone sore. Did I ever... I lose track, folks, I do. But I try. Hmm... that reminds me...
Later.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Less than I hoped, more than I thought.
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Done.
I did finish the dishes that were soaking, and put the last load in, more or less. Drying and putting what was ready away. You are never finished with dishes, pots, pans, silverware, and etc. But... Trash was collected around the house and taken to the bin, the bin went out. I don't think it is recycling this week, but whatever on that anyway. Kitty litter is in the process of being changed. I am simply allowing the bins to air out, but should have those done in about an half hour. I also found my checkbook, the one I prefer to use for utilities. The other account is thinner by volume, but also I like to keep my bills on one account, for easier viewing.
I did a few other minor things. I have been working on my shopping list as well. Paper plates! I didn't make it to town, or call my friend to check on his machine. While I hope to call and check on that tomorrow, and invite him out if I make it to town, I doubt if he will have internet service quite yet. I'll try to keep up on that, and be there to just help him as an adviser when that comes online. Oh, I didn't get a shower in either.
My hope is to get to bed early, and up early again. Hopefully with less strain, but... dialing back my morning is... a bit of a new and complicated trick. I haven't even been healthy enough to do that for decades. I am pushing it now. Still, it makes me cocky, even while it knocks the snot out of me sometimes. *cocky* :) Then hit the dishes, take a shower, by then maybe take a nap if needed, THEN decide about calls and town. I did find the dratted elusive checkbook, so I will write out the big check, and a year of checks if I have them, for utilities. I will even have that in an envelope, ready to be delivered, the next time I am out. Before going to town, even. Yeah, I'm on it.
I am more than ready for bed. But having worked up a head of steam to get the last things muscled through, I am going to need an hour to calm down. A glass or two of iced water, turning the furnace way down, and stripping to my man-cave mode will all help settle my trim to sleep level, sooner, I hope.
Good night.
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Done.
I did finish the dishes that were soaking, and put the last load in, more or less. Drying and putting what was ready away. You are never finished with dishes, pots, pans, silverware, and etc. But... Trash was collected around the house and taken to the bin, the bin went out. I don't think it is recycling this week, but whatever on that anyway. Kitty litter is in the process of being changed. I am simply allowing the bins to air out, but should have those done in about an half hour. I also found my checkbook, the one I prefer to use for utilities. The other account is thinner by volume, but also I like to keep my bills on one account, for easier viewing.
I did a few other minor things. I have been working on my shopping list as well. Paper plates! I didn't make it to town, or call my friend to check on his machine. While I hope to call and check on that tomorrow, and invite him out if I make it to town, I doubt if he will have internet service quite yet. I'll try to keep up on that, and be there to just help him as an adviser when that comes online. Oh, I didn't get a shower in either.
My hope is to get to bed early, and up early again. Hopefully with less strain, but... dialing back my morning is... a bit of a new and complicated trick. I haven't even been healthy enough to do that for decades. I am pushing it now. Still, it makes me cocky, even while it knocks the snot out of me sometimes. *cocky* :) Then hit the dishes, take a shower, by then maybe take a nap if needed, THEN decide about calls and town. I did find the dratted elusive checkbook, so I will write out the big check, and a year of checks if I have them, for utilities. I will even have that in an envelope, ready to be delivered, the next time I am out. Before going to town, even. Yeah, I'm on it.
I am more than ready for bed. But having worked up a head of steam to get the last things muscled through, I am going to need an hour to calm down. A glass or two of iced water, turning the furnace way down, and stripping to my man-cave mode will all help settle my trim to sleep level, sooner, I hope.
Good night.
A little surprised.
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After having to bust out of bed, as I did, and dragging along the morning like a baited hook that had been stripped to the steel, just dragging the bottom uselessly, listlessly, I wasn't sure just what to expect with the nap and then waking. First I wasn't sure if my two hour plan would work. Sometimes that plan just goes down in flames. Then, however the schedule worked, I wasn't sure what would be available after waking, in the way of energy so as to get to anything. I didn't even, though, honestly, feel like taking a nap. I could see the need and purpose for a nap. If I kept going I would be out of anything functional, energy-wise, at about 14:00-15:00. Further, I would be able to do nothing in that time. And more, I would have to either crash then, or stretch to... whenever I could next fall asleep. Lots of problems with not taking a nap, then and there, were easily calculated. So down I went. Not that always knowing helps with the doing. This time it was purely logic, coupled to wisdom, bound by the capacity to use those. I'll take that when I can.
It was more like 13:00 when I hit it. Which is fine, mostly. I was simply moving slowly as to getting to sleep. Given the day, and all, that was to be expected. And there is some give and take with nap-times, if I need one. So long as I don't try to take a nap at 15:00 or later, I can usually make do. If even a 14:00 nap is pushing it a bit. I set the alarm for 15:30. That extra just gives me time to wake naturally, and enough time if I need more sleep. I actually woke at 14:30. I woke well, easily, naturally, and rather... refreshed! I was slightly confused, but the wiring from this morning must still have been intact. I was certainly in better shape than I had been this morning, if little more aware right at first. Not quite ready for work first thing, but wanting to target that, I drained the dishes and filled the bin with more hot soapy water, then heated a bite for lunch. Noodles, meat, broth. Simple, and it works.
If I can get dishes going before long, then I will take a shower. Afterwards, I will put the pans I used most recently into a hot soak and maybe even kick those out before the day is done so that all dishes are clean. After soaking those, in any case, I will begin looking (actually again, and even again today) for the checkbook I want for utilities. I'll give that an half hour. I think I know the three or four areas it might be. I just need to do a solid review of those places. Tedious. Bleh. Whether I find that or not, my next goal will be to get to town and do just a bit of shopping. Milk, a bit of fresh produce, cleaning supplies as I seem to be fresh out... I'll be drafting/adding to the list through time from now to then. Supper is coming in tonight, so I will either go before that, or more likely after. The last thing I might get to, tonight, is finishing off the kitchen, including a complete kitty litter change, taking the trash and recycling out, and whichever bins to the curb are required, then getting to bed between 22:00 and midnight.
It ain't much folks. But it is as good as I have been able to even plan in quite some time. I might not get all of it, or even most of it done. I simply don't know. I'm feeling it, but feelings are a fool's proof. And, while I may be a fool, I'm not that foolish. And, yes, foam, I am leveling off with the medication. It's still tight. It just isn't brutal, or blinding, or completely numbing. It's just... tight... not debilitating. It will probably cycle up and down a bit more strongly for a short while, then... I can get back to the typical highs and lows of merely being mostly dead! :) Hey, take it where you can get it.
Later.
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After having to bust out of bed, as I did, and dragging along the morning like a baited hook that had been stripped to the steel, just dragging the bottom uselessly, listlessly, I wasn't sure just what to expect with the nap and then waking. First I wasn't sure if my two hour plan would work. Sometimes that plan just goes down in flames. Then, however the schedule worked, I wasn't sure what would be available after waking, in the way of energy so as to get to anything. I didn't even, though, honestly, feel like taking a nap. I could see the need and purpose for a nap. If I kept going I would be out of anything functional, energy-wise, at about 14:00-15:00. Further, I would be able to do nothing in that time. And more, I would have to either crash then, or stretch to... whenever I could next fall asleep. Lots of problems with not taking a nap, then and there, were easily calculated. So down I went. Not that always knowing helps with the doing. This time it was purely logic, coupled to wisdom, bound by the capacity to use those. I'll take that when I can.
It was more like 13:00 when I hit it. Which is fine, mostly. I was simply moving slowly as to getting to sleep. Given the day, and all, that was to be expected. And there is some give and take with nap-times, if I need one. So long as I don't try to take a nap at 15:00 or later, I can usually make do. If even a 14:00 nap is pushing it a bit. I set the alarm for 15:30. That extra just gives me time to wake naturally, and enough time if I need more sleep. I actually woke at 14:30. I woke well, easily, naturally, and rather... refreshed! I was slightly confused, but the wiring from this morning must still have been intact. I was certainly in better shape than I had been this morning, if little more aware right at first. Not quite ready for work first thing, but wanting to target that, I drained the dishes and filled the bin with more hot soapy water, then heated a bite for lunch. Noodles, meat, broth. Simple, and it works.
If I can get dishes going before long, then I will take a shower. Afterwards, I will put the pans I used most recently into a hot soak and maybe even kick those out before the day is done so that all dishes are clean. After soaking those, in any case, I will begin looking (actually again, and even again today) for the checkbook I want for utilities. I'll give that an half hour. I think I know the three or four areas it might be. I just need to do a solid review of those places. Tedious. Bleh. Whether I find that or not, my next goal will be to get to town and do just a bit of shopping. Milk, a bit of fresh produce, cleaning supplies as I seem to be fresh out... I'll be drafting/adding to the list through time from now to then. Supper is coming in tonight, so I will either go before that, or more likely after. The last thing I might get to, tonight, is finishing off the kitchen, including a complete kitty litter change, taking the trash and recycling out, and whichever bins to the curb are required, then getting to bed between 22:00 and midnight.
It ain't much folks. But it is as good as I have been able to even plan in quite some time. I might not get all of it, or even most of it done. I simply don't know. I'm feeling it, but feelings are a fool's proof. And, while I may be a fool, I'm not that foolish. And, yes, foam, I am leveling off with the medication. It's still tight. It just isn't brutal, or blinding, or completely numbing. It's just... tight... not debilitating. It will probably cycle up and down a bit more strongly for a short while, then... I can get back to the typical highs and lows of merely being mostly dead! :) Hey, take it where you can get it.
Later.
Not feeling up to much.
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It's noon, though, so I can nap. But I wanted to say something. As I mentioned, I am not up to much, certainly not a full post. Thankfully, one of the ladies I commonly read put up a mouthful in a click. It... pretty much says what is on my mind as well.
h/t Opus #6
Well... nap time. Later.
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It's noon, though, so I can nap. But I wanted to say something. As I mentioned, I am not up to much, certainly not a full post. Thankfully, one of the ladies I commonly read put up a mouthful in a click. It... pretty much says what is on my mind as well.
Well... nap time. Later.
Ever tried to wrestle a full grown bull?
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I suppose, in the purely technical understanding, neither have I. However, I am calling that a done deal in another sense.
I went to bed at about 23:00 last night. I simply could not force sleep, however. It must have been past midnight and perhaps past 1:00 before I could sleep. I was just about to quit the effort when sleep sapped me like a sandman mickey. I woke at 4:35 or so with... something uncomfortable and gastrointestinal going on. Ended up just being like conservative politics, all wind. Still, I went to the bomb shelter, just in case. Staying awake was not an option and thankfully it wasn't an interest either. Back to bed and quite easily. The alarm was set for 8:00. I figured if I didn't like 8:00 I could just roll it over to 9:00. One being three hours, plus, earlier than what had been becoming the norm, the other a two hour earlier than usual rise. A nap, if need be, and a weak morning, would cover for my time correction as to my schedule, I hoped. Okay, this is where wrestling a bull comes in.
So the alarm goes off at 8:00. Oh, I hear it. But there isn't a very good neuro-patterning going on. It felt more like I was hearing through my nose or something. Rolling over to get to the alarm with brain signals not going to the correct places was one heck of an effort, I'll tell you. But, finally, twisted in my blankets on top of everything, I get rolled around to where I am face to face with the alarm.
Now... what the heck am I supposed to do with this... loud, blinky, obnoxious... thing? Let me see. It's loud. It is flashing light. I can see it. I honestly could not remember what to do with the thing. My mind suggested something about hitting it, or changing numbers, or such but none of that made any sense. And my body really wasn't responding well. Ah! Getting an arm free of the blankets helped with the latter part. I still couldn't logic the thing out when instinct took over. My arm swung out and bopped it, in a sideways swipe. I think it was trying to hit the snooze AND change the numbers, but didn't know how to do either and was hoping for luck. Luck was had.
I laid there, looking at the thing for a bit, not sure if the results were satisfactory. After a while, without noise, I must have twisted back into the bedroll and found sleep. My mind still wasn't sure I had done what I had wanted to do. But without a reason to think on it more, it wouldn't stay focused on the problem. I think I more forgot about the alarm and what I or it was doing in the first place, than... The snooze is good for four minutes, as if that meant anything to me. I did this... I am not sure how many more times. It just kept happening. Ugh!
At some point, I woke, inside my mind anyway, enough to be sad. I had probably turned off the alarm, and missed my goal of waking early today. Or had I just hit the snooze until the alarm stopped working? It seems like it had been a long time since I had heard anything. I could only guess what time it was. I couldn't do much else. Just be sad, and mostly asleep just go back to sleep. My mind rolled back into sleep before I could shed a little tear. Yeah, I can cry from frustration, from time to time.
All of a sudden, like some crazy evil version of the movie Groundhog Day, the alarm went off again. At first, since I was just waking again, I didn't relate this to what had just happened. I wondered if I had reset the alarm. This time, after going through the rolling over and getting an arm out, but before the arm naturely bopped the alarm, I focused to hold the arm and wake the mind, then open the eyes to actual vision. I had looked, every time I rolled over, but had never seen the time. I wanted to see the time this time. Oh, you cannot imagine how much concentration it took to do those three things after all the fuss to just get in position. CONTROL. Every ounce of everything I could muster, but I did it.
8:44
So... I hadn't changed the time or otherwise, somehow, killed the alarm? I wasn't outside of my hoped waking time? I wanted to cheer. For forty four minutes, eleven snoozes, being completely unable to wake enough to change the time or figure anything else out, I kept wrestling with blankets, a nearly blank mind, and everything else to keep having to roll and eventually figure out how to swat? All my instincts, however, directed that I just slam the alarm clock, again, and roll back over. My body was still not really connected to my mind, will. As my arm flew to the 'smack' position, my mind had to fight through sleeping neurons and disconnected lines of control. It was like swimming through the mud of myself. It couldn't have taken long but it seemed to take forever. I wasn't sure I would be able to... swat my arm from smacking the clock. Did my arm slow, thinking a signal might be on the way? Did my body stall for me? Or did that flash of a microsecond just seem to drag on in my mind? I don't know. In the end I was able to keep from hitting the snooze. Okay, control of body by mind is re-established, but now what? Ah... I still have to hit the snooze? Urhm... no. I will be waking up, so I can... what? Ah! Turn the alarm off.
That was a whole other level of waking though. And that noise was infuriating. I truly hate alarm clock sounds, by the way. Truly. So, while trying to figure out how to turn the alarm off, I went ahead and consciously hit the alarm. No sliding slam, this time, just a gentle press of the snooze bar. Then moments of thinking on how to turn off the alarm. Don't fall asleep! I had to balance all these processes carefully. After what seemed like forever, my mind barely staying conscious, I remembered how to shut the alarm off. There!
I rolled back. My body thinking, since I had done all that, at great exhaustion for having to do a horrendous amount of work, that we were done. It rolled back into the fetal position, swirling back into the blankets, planning to go back to sleep. I, stuck in that sleeping bull, almost went along for the ride. No. No, no, no, no! I told my body it was time to wake. I had no ally in that. I didn't wait for agreement, or acceptance, or anything. I sent the order to kick the legs out. Somehow, my body knew how to unwind from the covers, get the legs out, and begin standing. I got to the seated position, anyway.
How long had all that taken? I looked over at the alarm to see how much time I had wasted just... getting to this point. 8:44. 8:44? Not even a full minute from when I heard the alarm to sitting? It seemed like it had taken an hour, or at least an half hour. But, no. I was up, in the time frame I wanted, or soon would be.
After that? I went to the restroom. Whatever had been disturbing my gi had worked it's way through. To great joy. I hate empty trumpeting, that is all I will say about that. Thankfully, for me, it is rare. Then, after washing up, I thought about doing the dishes. Not quite yet. I gave myself a break for having been a good boy. I'll do those later. But the girls needed fed, so I did that right away. They were rewarded for poppo's accomplishment with an early feeding. I sat, started writing this, and somehow it is already 10:15 (by my alarm time)? Crazy. Where did the time go with me being awake? It only took a few minutes to actually write this. Crazy.
Yeah, so I have wrestled a bull. And I am feeling it. I figure I will be down for a nap by noon. And I will take it. Two hours, down, then back up. Dishes, if not before, then after. I will then look over the rest of my list for today.
By the way? AWESOME!
Later.
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I suppose, in the purely technical understanding, neither have I. However, I am calling that a done deal in another sense.
I went to bed at about 23:00 last night. I simply could not force sleep, however. It must have been past midnight and perhaps past 1:00 before I could sleep. I was just about to quit the effort when sleep sapped me like a sandman mickey. I woke at 4:35 or so with... something uncomfortable and gastrointestinal going on. Ended up just being like conservative politics, all wind. Still, I went to the bomb shelter, just in case. Staying awake was not an option and thankfully it wasn't an interest either. Back to bed and quite easily. The alarm was set for 8:00. I figured if I didn't like 8:00 I could just roll it over to 9:00. One being three hours, plus, earlier than what had been becoming the norm, the other a two hour earlier than usual rise. A nap, if need be, and a weak morning, would cover for my time correction as to my schedule, I hoped. Okay, this is where wrestling a bull comes in.
So the alarm goes off at 8:00. Oh, I hear it. But there isn't a very good neuro-patterning going on. It felt more like I was hearing through my nose or something. Rolling over to get to the alarm with brain signals not going to the correct places was one heck of an effort, I'll tell you. But, finally, twisted in my blankets on top of everything, I get rolled around to where I am face to face with the alarm.
Now... what the heck am I supposed to do with this... loud, blinky, obnoxious... thing? Let me see. It's loud. It is flashing light. I can see it. I honestly could not remember what to do with the thing. My mind suggested something about hitting it, or changing numbers, or such but none of that made any sense. And my body really wasn't responding well. Ah! Getting an arm free of the blankets helped with the latter part. I still couldn't logic the thing out when instinct took over. My arm swung out and bopped it, in a sideways swipe. I think it was trying to hit the snooze AND change the numbers, but didn't know how to do either and was hoping for luck. Luck was had.
I laid there, looking at the thing for a bit, not sure if the results were satisfactory. After a while, without noise, I must have twisted back into the bedroll and found sleep. My mind still wasn't sure I had done what I had wanted to do. But without a reason to think on it more, it wouldn't stay focused on the problem. I think I more forgot about the alarm and what I or it was doing in the first place, than... The snooze is good for four minutes, as if that meant anything to me. I did this... I am not sure how many more times. It just kept happening. Ugh!
At some point, I woke, inside my mind anyway, enough to be sad. I had probably turned off the alarm, and missed my goal of waking early today. Or had I just hit the snooze until the alarm stopped working? It seems like it had been a long time since I had heard anything. I could only guess what time it was. I couldn't do much else. Just be sad, and mostly asleep just go back to sleep. My mind rolled back into sleep before I could shed a little tear. Yeah, I can cry from frustration, from time to time.
All of a sudden, like some crazy evil version of the movie Groundhog Day, the alarm went off again. At first, since I was just waking again, I didn't relate this to what had just happened. I wondered if I had reset the alarm. This time, after going through the rolling over and getting an arm out, but before the arm naturely bopped the alarm, I focused to hold the arm and wake the mind, then open the eyes to actual vision. I had looked, every time I rolled over, but had never seen the time. I wanted to see the time this time. Oh, you cannot imagine how much concentration it took to do those three things after all the fuss to just get in position. CONTROL. Every ounce of everything I could muster, but I did it.
8:44
So... I hadn't changed the time or otherwise, somehow, killed the alarm? I wasn't outside of my hoped waking time? I wanted to cheer. For forty four minutes, eleven snoozes, being completely unable to wake enough to change the time or figure anything else out, I kept wrestling with blankets, a nearly blank mind, and everything else to keep having to roll and eventually figure out how to swat? All my instincts, however, directed that I just slam the alarm clock, again, and roll back over. My body was still not really connected to my mind, will. As my arm flew to the 'smack' position, my mind had to fight through sleeping neurons and disconnected lines of control. It was like swimming through the mud of myself. It couldn't have taken long but it seemed to take forever. I wasn't sure I would be able to... swat my arm from smacking the clock. Did my arm slow, thinking a signal might be on the way? Did my body stall for me? Or did that flash of a microsecond just seem to drag on in my mind? I don't know. In the end I was able to keep from hitting the snooze. Okay, control of body by mind is re-established, but now what? Ah... I still have to hit the snooze? Urhm... no. I will be waking up, so I can... what? Ah! Turn the alarm off.
That was a whole other level of waking though. And that noise was infuriating. I truly hate alarm clock sounds, by the way. Truly. So, while trying to figure out how to turn the alarm off, I went ahead and consciously hit the alarm. No sliding slam, this time, just a gentle press of the snooze bar. Then moments of thinking on how to turn off the alarm. Don't fall asleep! I had to balance all these processes carefully. After what seemed like forever, my mind barely staying conscious, I remembered how to shut the alarm off. There!
I rolled back. My body thinking, since I had done all that, at great exhaustion for having to do a horrendous amount of work, that we were done. It rolled back into the fetal position, swirling back into the blankets, planning to go back to sleep. I, stuck in that sleeping bull, almost went along for the ride. No. No, no, no, no! I told my body it was time to wake. I had no ally in that. I didn't wait for agreement, or acceptance, or anything. I sent the order to kick the legs out. Somehow, my body knew how to unwind from the covers, get the legs out, and begin standing. I got to the seated position, anyway.
How long had all that taken? I looked over at the alarm to see how much time I had wasted just... getting to this point. 8:44. 8:44? Not even a full minute from when I heard the alarm to sitting? It seemed like it had taken an hour, or at least an half hour. But, no. I was up, in the time frame I wanted, or soon would be.
After that? I went to the restroom. Whatever had been disturbing my gi had worked it's way through. To great joy. I hate empty trumpeting, that is all I will say about that. Thankfully, for me, it is rare. Then, after washing up, I thought about doing the dishes. Not quite yet. I gave myself a break for having been a good boy. I'll do those later. But the girls needed fed, so I did that right away. They were rewarded for poppo's accomplishment with an early feeding. I sat, started writing this, and somehow it is already 10:15 (by my alarm time)? Crazy. Where did the time go with me being awake? It only took a few minutes to actually write this. Crazy.
Yeah, so I have wrestled a bull. And I am feeling it. I figure I will be down for a nap by noon. And I will take it. Two hours, down, then back up. Dishes, if not before, then after. I will then look over the rest of my list for today.
By the way? AWESOME!
Later.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
You may think I think...
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that I am clever. Honestly, I don't think I am all that clever at all. I do believe that I try to stick with the truth of things, not allowing myself to be bogged down with fictitious "what ifs", or persuaded by gilded tongues knowing the lack of worth of gold save to a fallen world and all. Not even split tongues get my attention. I've seen better, and worse, I'm not impressed. And while I might be able to cut a mean rug, and I might have a trick or three up my sleeve, my impetus is never unknown, unknowable, or even indirect. I neither aim low, or high, but always on target. If you know what the target is, you will always know what I am about. Curious? Read the bible, one that hasn't been corrupted. That'll at least put you in the neighborhood. Now, am I a crack shot? I'll tell you this, an early devoted Christian would know how well I shoot. Moderns? They don't know themselves. They don't know much.
Lunch was had. While the noodles had dried a bit much, extra cooking, then adding them to the beef and broth, brought them around. No, as I mentioned, not as good as what my mother makes. I won't complain though. Add a bit of water when heating in the micro, and I end up with a meal that sure reminds me of my childhood. I'll get better, in time. But nothing will ever be as good as then, there. It just doesn't work like that, even if my mother ended up liking mine better.
I will be giving the dishes a once over and resoaking them, then going to bed early. I will set the alarm for early, probably several hours earlier, if I get the dishes knocked out quickly enough. Tomorrow the goal is the finish the dishes, call my friend for a computer progress report, then do a bit more in the kitchen to finish it off and get the trash and recycling out. Unless I end up going to town, but I am thinking more Monday for a trip to town. I need milk and some other things. Gala apples perhaps. Assuming my friend is ready to have his machine tickled to something like a ready, less Win 8, machine.
Oh, I need to get a big check and a dozen smaller checks for local utilities. I can't find the checkbook I want, so I best look for that off and on tomorrow. And I need to pick up one of the AK parts from the post office. I'd like to get that switched out before long, as well, perhaps Monday night or Tuesday. I also need to reload my medicine sets. I have a week left, give or take, but... And now that I am at max and in trim, I can just refill them both, completely, whenever I happen to fill one. I need to call about insulin. I keep carrying over an old vial, which they have proscribed. But I don't have enough to keep changing every month and remembering to reorder is difficult. Bleh. Oh, and I have an appointment coming up later in the week. It is later in the day, so all good, I think. Especially if I can get to bed in time and begin reclaiming the morning.
Gah! Almost forgot to feed the girls!
Good night.
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that I am clever. Honestly, I don't think I am all that clever at all. I do believe that I try to stick with the truth of things, not allowing myself to be bogged down with fictitious "what ifs", or persuaded by gilded tongues knowing the lack of worth of gold save to a fallen world and all. Not even split tongues get my attention. I've seen better, and worse, I'm not impressed. And while I might be able to cut a mean rug, and I might have a trick or three up my sleeve, my impetus is never unknown, unknowable, or even indirect. I neither aim low, or high, but always on target. If you know what the target is, you will always know what I am about. Curious? Read the bible, one that hasn't been corrupted. That'll at least put you in the neighborhood. Now, am I a crack shot? I'll tell you this, an early devoted Christian would know how well I shoot. Moderns? They don't know themselves. They don't know much.
Lunch was had. While the noodles had dried a bit much, extra cooking, then adding them to the beef and broth, brought them around. No, as I mentioned, not as good as what my mother makes. I won't complain though. Add a bit of water when heating in the micro, and I end up with a meal that sure reminds me of my childhood. I'll get better, in time. But nothing will ever be as good as then, there. It just doesn't work like that, even if my mother ended up liking mine better.
I will be giving the dishes a once over and resoaking them, then going to bed early. I will set the alarm for early, probably several hours earlier, if I get the dishes knocked out quickly enough. Tomorrow the goal is the finish the dishes, call my friend for a computer progress report, then do a bit more in the kitchen to finish it off and get the trash and recycling out. Unless I end up going to town, but I am thinking more Monday for a trip to town. I need milk and some other things. Gala apples perhaps. Assuming my friend is ready to have his machine tickled to something like a ready, less Win 8, machine.
Oh, I need to get a big check and a dozen smaller checks for local utilities. I can't find the checkbook I want, so I best look for that off and on tomorrow. And I need to pick up one of the AK parts from the post office. I'd like to get that switched out before long, as well, perhaps Monday night or Tuesday. I also need to reload my medicine sets. I have a week left, give or take, but... And now that I am at max and in trim, I can just refill them both, completely, whenever I happen to fill one. I need to call about insulin. I keep carrying over an old vial, which they have proscribed. But I don't have enough to keep changing every month and remembering to reorder is difficult. Bleh. Oh, and I have an appointment coming up later in the week. It is later in the day, so all good, I think. Especially if I can get to bed in time and begin reclaiming the morning.
Gah! Almost forgot to feed the girls!
Good night.
Almost back to trim.
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Between what medicine does, and what happens when I push when medicine is doing it's thing, I took a bit of a beating recently. Thankfully the only thing I really strained was of mind, will, and such... things that don't make me limp, they simply keep my butt married to a chair. And so it has been. Last night I got a bit of a wind, though. I had hoped I would do much more. I did finally do some cooking. But I wouldn't let that happen until I at least set up dishes for washing, which I did. I am hoping for more, today, when I wake up.
To give the dishes a first wash, then resoak in hot sudsy water, have a lunch, a rest or a nap, then maybe finish the dishes. Saturday, is it? Hmm... If I get that done, for a reward, I may see about heading into town. Milk, cream (still have a container but only one), and a few other items. Oh, paper plates! Man alive but regular plates add up fast and add a great deal of bulk to the dirty dishes. I love my good dishes, I do. They simply add up too quickly.
I've been watching some vids regarding rifle firing solutions. What is that, you ask? It is another name for precise aiming at longer distances. Beside having learned bits about that, if long ago, it was all around me in the Navy. Beside small arms, and even on submarines. From missiles to torpedoes, they all had to calculate a firing formula. Those were checked and rechecked. Of course, with those munitions being self-propelled, the calculations were... slightly different. Some of that was classified. Actually, everything about submarines is. It wouldn't surprise me to find that the dimension for the toilet lids, and how they were attached, was somehow classified. And I ain't telling so don't ask! Oh I laugh, I do.
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Between what medicine does, and what happens when I push when medicine is doing it's thing, I took a bit of a beating recently. Thankfully the only thing I really strained was of mind, will, and such... things that don't make me limp, they simply keep my butt married to a chair. And so it has been. Last night I got a bit of a wind, though. I had hoped I would do much more. I did finally do some cooking. But I wouldn't let that happen until I at least set up dishes for washing, which I did. I am hoping for more, today, when I wake up.
To give the dishes a first wash, then resoak in hot sudsy water, have a lunch, a rest or a nap, then maybe finish the dishes. Saturday, is it? Hmm... If I get that done, for a reward, I may see about heading into town. Milk, cream (still have a container but only one), and a few other items. Oh, paper plates! Man alive but regular plates add up fast and add a great deal of bulk to the dirty dishes. I love my good dishes, I do. They simply add up too quickly.
I've been watching some vids regarding rifle firing solutions. What is that, you ask? It is another name for precise aiming at longer distances. Beside having learned bits about that, if long ago, it was all around me in the Navy. Beside small arms, and even on submarines. From missiles to torpedoes, they all had to calculate a firing formula. Those were checked and rechecked. Of course, with those munitions being self-propelled, the calculations were... slightly different. Some of that was classified. Actually, everything about submarines is. It wouldn't surprise me to find that the dimension for the toilet lids, and how they were attached, was somehow classified. And I ain't telling so don't ask! Oh I laugh, I do.
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