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I did make a pot of coffee. I brought the package in, met the delivery man at the door so he didn't have to stoop to leave. It's sort of a favor, minor perhaps, and coincidental. I checked what came. Teeth were brushed, girls were fed, and medicine sets were refilled to what I have in stock and reordered. I did reset the dishes to, another, fresh rinse soak, again, again. Hmm... I thought I saw a sale on magazines, but not so much so I skipped it. I hate it when companies say they are having a 25% off sale only to find no sale at all. I have a long and short list of things to buy. If, on the long list, a significant sale is to be had, I'll short that item or items. Oh, and I set meats out to thaw. I really should have done that yesterday. Oh well. Which means I might have to take a quick trip to the closer of towns and grab a meal. Normally I can go without food for a while, not sure about today. Then again, not being able to get in gear, I may be stuck without... wait... I might have something. Look. MREs aren't top cuisine, but they do put something into the stomach. I might also have something I like even better, freeze dried stroganoff. I know I have fresh sour cream, to add real richness to it.
Not much. More than I thought would happen. And, I may still get the laundry back and those dishes dried and put up. It could happen. I am not pushing, can't. But, when a little window pops open, I take the opportunity. I'm learning how to do that, if some days there simply are no opportunities. Hmm... might even get the cotter pins out to the garage and bolt the grinder and vice down. Who knows on such a wildly... slow but odd day. I like being a cat, when I have to be. *meow*
I would have liked to have called my mother. She is working, three days a week, now. It is income that won't mess with her retirement, isn't heavy work, is along the lines of work she likes, and keeps her going. So I can't just call her whenever anymore, and then she sleeps earlier. I have to hit a certain window... and hope she isn't on the phone with someone else! Ah well, there is tomorrow, and the other days I suppose. Crazy bird.
One last note. I am completely healed from pulling my back out. I can't remember how long it has been, but it is now in perfect condition. When I tend the night cramps with the added vitamins, I will have to seek out a new source of pain. Hiking! I'll go on the long walk, up to the yurt. That ought to do it! If not, I'll go shooting a day or two later. If that still doesn't pull a plug, twist a cord, or unhinge a gasket, I'll go for a bike ride to the dam! Oh, yes, boys and girls. No pain... I'm doing something wrong. *chuckles* But it's true!
Later.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Perhaps slow, but doing what I can.
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The package arrived shortly after that last post. I have looked over the tools and I am pleased. The torque socket wrench is quite heavy, solid. And, as tools go, actually rather attractive. The bits look every bit as solid and well groomed as I had hoped. The standard bits are hollow ground, and have the right sort of bite for working with exacting screw heads that typically accouter firearms. They seem to use heavy, exacting pieces of firearms, and for several reasons. Further, I should have enough regular cotter pins to last a lifetime, and very possibly enough hairpin cotter pins, if there are fewer of those. When I relocate those to the garage, I will take the bolts out and attache my tools to the bench while I am at it. Not saying that will happen soon, mind you. I love my growing collection of tools, toys, and what they might foretell. *tinkering mind twirling*
Oh, but I did remember to refill my medicine. I just need a cup of coffee to take the medicines with. Yes, yes, I got a pot going not long ago. I'll... get to that... shortly. Even the things I love, on slow days... just... take... time. While trying to fill my medicine sets, I realized they definitely shorted me on the losartan. I only have a week left of that! Shorted me by a month. I did check the bottle, but it indicates there are supposed to be 90 pills in there. I'm thinking 60, give or take. No real problems, I'll just have to watch more closely. I could be mistaken, but my other medicines, ordered at pretty much the same time, still have at least a month of supply, so I don't think so. And, actually, if I forget a medicine, it is losartin, as one of the night meds. I crash too fast, sometimes, at night, to remember to take them. I ordered everything, and syringes. Lots of stuff, needed it all, actually.
I had stopped using the extra supplements... calcium, vitamin B complex, magnesium, and zinc... to see if the simple daily vitamin would actually be enough. It isn't, not quite. Leg cramps at night tell me they are still needed. The cramps haven't been terrible. Perhaps the daily was enough. Then again, my leg cramps started when I started the water pill. They did start out mildly, but progressively intensified until I was having screaming horrors at night, often twice a night, sometimes barely sleeping because the cramps were always right near the surface... as if I fell asleep they would pounce... and often did. No, that, no, not again. So I started back up on those. I just take the extras three times a week, and it seems to manage the cramping wonderfully. Well, you never know. I like to check my flanks from time to time, cut where and when I can, keep going with whatever when still required. The only way, however, to hear... is to listen.
It's still a wonderful slow day. Sam seems to think poppo is the best thing ever today. I've tried to send her off. She simply returns. I've sent her off only to have her bound around to my other side and leap up. You know, that trick actually works? Our brains and reactions aren't quite as universal as they would seem, and I am focused in this way. Blindsiding is more than out of sight, it can just as well be something coming from the 'wrong side'. Odd, but I think quite true. After a bit of fussing I finally am just letting her come and go as she pleases. Not sure what is up with the crazy meat squirrel, but I can't say it's all bad. Even ogres enjoy attention from time to time, even of the clingy sort. Crazy cat!
Hmm... Coffee... Then... I'll think on the day, goals, music, and the rest. Keep at it, or get started. Do it for yourself, but if that fails, do it for me. I'd do it for you if I could. Urhm, probably. *grins* Later.
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The package arrived shortly after that last post. I have looked over the tools and I am pleased. The torque socket wrench is quite heavy, solid. And, as tools go, actually rather attractive. The bits look every bit as solid and well groomed as I had hoped. The standard bits are hollow ground, and have the right sort of bite for working with exacting screw heads that typically accouter firearms. They seem to use heavy, exacting pieces of firearms, and for several reasons. Further, I should have enough regular cotter pins to last a lifetime, and very possibly enough hairpin cotter pins, if there are fewer of those. When I relocate those to the garage, I will take the bolts out and attache my tools to the bench while I am at it. Not saying that will happen soon, mind you. I love my growing collection of tools, toys, and what they might foretell. *tinkering mind twirling*
Oh, but I did remember to refill my medicine. I just need a cup of coffee to take the medicines with. Yes, yes, I got a pot going not long ago. I'll... get to that... shortly. Even the things I love, on slow days... just... take... time. While trying to fill my medicine sets, I realized they definitely shorted me on the losartan. I only have a week left of that! Shorted me by a month. I did check the bottle, but it indicates there are supposed to be 90 pills in there. I'm thinking 60, give or take. No real problems, I'll just have to watch more closely. I could be mistaken, but my other medicines, ordered at pretty much the same time, still have at least a month of supply, so I don't think so. And, actually, if I forget a medicine, it is losartin, as one of the night meds. I crash too fast, sometimes, at night, to remember to take them. I ordered everything, and syringes. Lots of stuff, needed it all, actually.
I had stopped using the extra supplements... calcium, vitamin B complex, magnesium, and zinc... to see if the simple daily vitamin would actually be enough. It isn't, not quite. Leg cramps at night tell me they are still needed. The cramps haven't been terrible. Perhaps the daily was enough. Then again, my leg cramps started when I started the water pill. They did start out mildly, but progressively intensified until I was having screaming horrors at night, often twice a night, sometimes barely sleeping because the cramps were always right near the surface... as if I fell asleep they would pounce... and often did. No, that, no, not again. So I started back up on those. I just take the extras three times a week, and it seems to manage the cramping wonderfully. Well, you never know. I like to check my flanks from time to time, cut where and when I can, keep going with whatever when still required. The only way, however, to hear... is to listen.
It's still a wonderful slow day. Sam seems to think poppo is the best thing ever today. I've tried to send her off. She simply returns. I've sent her off only to have her bound around to my other side and leap up. You know, that trick actually works? Our brains and reactions aren't quite as universal as they would seem, and I am focused in this way. Blindsiding is more than out of sight, it can just as well be something coming from the 'wrong side'. Odd, but I think quite true. After a bit of fussing I finally am just letting her come and go as she pleases. Not sure what is up with the crazy meat squirrel, but I can't say it's all bad. Even ogres enjoy attention from time to time, even of the clingy sort. Crazy cat!
Hmm... Coffee... Then... I'll think on the day, goals, music, and the rest. Keep at it, or get started. Do it for yourself, but if that fails, do it for me. I'd do it for you if I could. Urhm, probably. *grins* Later.
Late to bed, late to rise. I think it's a rule.
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At least for some. For those with the allowance. For others it's called a headache, bad day, rough day, as they still have to get up and go. I have empathy, for what it is worth. I remember, when young and healthy, shooting myself in the foot by burning the candle at both ends, and often. Whether chasing human felines, or reading some book I just "had to finish", or tinkering on some project or kit and losing track, or just as often, working longer and harder than the next guy, trying to get it right... for my ego and want, for advancement, for... whatever. Push. Lots of it. I still have the push, just no means of implementing it.
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At least for some. For those with the allowance. For others it's called a headache, bad day, rough day, as they still have to get up and go. I have empathy, for what it is worth. I remember, when young and healthy, shooting myself in the foot by burning the candle at both ends, and often. Whether chasing human felines, or reading some book I just "had to finish", or tinkering on some project or kit and losing track, or just as often, working longer and harder than the next guy, trying to get it right... for my ego and want, for advancement, for... whatever. Push. Lots of it. I still have the push, just no means of implementing it.
Fireman? Indeed. A story explained.
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Always explained in riddles. By far the easiest way. You may not understand. You are not required to believe. As with eating a steak, one bite at a time. All bites collected, on a plate, they would not make sense of the original piece, less of what even that came from. Yet that is how we consume. And so it is with stories.
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Always explained in riddles. By far the easiest way. You may not understand. You are not required to believe. As with eating a steak, one bite at a time. All bites collected, on a plate, they would not make sense of the original piece, less of what even that came from. Yet that is how we consume. And so it is with stories.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Ah, well, that works too.
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I went to the hardware store, asked a worker where such and so of a tool might be. He took me back to where... some sorts of tools like that were, but it wasn't his area. The fellow whose area it was had customers he was dealing with. So, I looked through the various tools. I checked this kit, that wrench, this rig... yeah... nothing. When the fellow was free, he stopped to check. He went through everything I had just gone through, and to the same conclusion. So this fellow went to a computer counter and started looking online. He found less than I found. As we were discussing it, however, a younger man, another employee, either overheard or was asked by the older employee about the thing.
Now, the young guy looked the faucet part over, and seemed to... see something. I think he sort of tried to explain. But neither of us saw what he was talking about, at first. Just a regular wrench, he seemed to say, as he headed off to get something. Or was he busy with some other project, I wasn't clear about that initially. A regular wrench, I wondered, as I tried to figure it all out. And, that is exactly what he brought back. A very large wrench. Oh, I twitched. I did. This brass is so fragile, this faucet so expensive, and who knows about parts! Still, the young man seemed intent, and cautiously confident. So I let him do his thing and just watched. A minor tightening of the wrench on the brass, I'm sure he noticed me squirm. But I held my tongue along with my breath. I am, after all, a curious sort. Twist.
No special tool needed at all. Afterwards, I looked at the brass fitting. Ah... it has flattened areas. They are difficult to see, and just at some angles. The younger man did sort of mention it, but... wasn't the best at just spitting it out, and wasn't absolutely sure himself. It was his intent and such, plus my curiosity, that allowed me to just let him go. Plus, often enough, with the right sort of folk, that has paid off. Plus, I learned a little something. Sure, one might call it a wasted trip to town, but a bit of an education is even better than a new tool. Reminds me, I should listen even a bit more often than I do. Though... bulling through things, sometimes, has to happen as well. Testosteroni... That and a bit of a mood, innit.
With the piece removed, I got to see what was underneath. The older guy (my age or younger, just comparative to the younger employee, mind you) knew what the piece inside was, and they have those. A ceramic filter. I bought one, just in case that is the problem. I do wonder, though, with as little use as the faucet has had, if that could have been the problem, or if it was simply not aligned. It has to be in there just so, or there is no water path. The faucet did run okay, but not great, to start with. If the keeper was loose, and water pressure moved it out of alignment, that would cause it not to run. Maybe, too, if it is fragile in there, it broke during shipping. I'll know before too long. What I will be doing is hooking up the hoses and using a bucket to test the thing. If that doesn't work, I'll try the new ceramic filter... or whatever it is.
A lot of work, and fuss, over time. I'm just hoping it was well worth the effort and expense. A well running faucet, that is very securely snugged, will be worth all the effort. I might even get to some or all of it yet tonight. Gotta admit, after the two hours unscrewing the damned nuts on the hoses and the faceplate and tinkering with the drain and the rest, the actual work on the faucet has been entertaining. The gun was pure fun, if a bit stinky with the chemicals (did that outside, using the newly created patio area, mind you). A good day, especially if I can get the thing to run. If... even so... there is the re-installation remaining. Bleh. The good with the bad.
Later.
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I went to the hardware store, asked a worker where such and so of a tool might be. He took me back to where... some sorts of tools like that were, but it wasn't his area. The fellow whose area it was had customers he was dealing with. So, I looked through the various tools. I checked this kit, that wrench, this rig... yeah... nothing. When the fellow was free, he stopped to check. He went through everything I had just gone through, and to the same conclusion. So this fellow went to a computer counter and started looking online. He found less than I found. As we were discussing it, however, a younger man, another employee, either overheard or was asked by the older employee about the thing.
Now, the young guy looked the faucet part over, and seemed to... see something. I think he sort of tried to explain. But neither of us saw what he was talking about, at first. Just a regular wrench, he seemed to say, as he headed off to get something. Or was he busy with some other project, I wasn't clear about that initially. A regular wrench, I wondered, as I tried to figure it all out. And, that is exactly what he brought back. A very large wrench. Oh, I twitched. I did. This brass is so fragile, this faucet so expensive, and who knows about parts! Still, the young man seemed intent, and cautiously confident. So I let him do his thing and just watched. A minor tightening of the wrench on the brass, I'm sure he noticed me squirm. But I held my tongue along with my breath. I am, after all, a curious sort. Twist.
No special tool needed at all. Afterwards, I looked at the brass fitting. Ah... it has flattened areas. They are difficult to see, and just at some angles. The younger man did sort of mention it, but... wasn't the best at just spitting it out, and wasn't absolutely sure himself. It was his intent and such, plus my curiosity, that allowed me to just let him go. Plus, often enough, with the right sort of folk, that has paid off. Plus, I learned a little something. Sure, one might call it a wasted trip to town, but a bit of an education is even better than a new tool. Reminds me, I should listen even a bit more often than I do. Though... bulling through things, sometimes, has to happen as well. Testosteroni... That and a bit of a mood, innit.
With the piece removed, I got to see what was underneath. The older guy (my age or younger, just comparative to the younger employee, mind you) knew what the piece inside was, and they have those. A ceramic filter. I bought one, just in case that is the problem. I do wonder, though, with as little use as the faucet has had, if that could have been the problem, or if it was simply not aligned. It has to be in there just so, or there is no water path. The faucet did run okay, but not great, to start with. If the keeper was loose, and water pressure moved it out of alignment, that would cause it not to run. Maybe, too, if it is fragile in there, it broke during shipping. I'll know before too long. What I will be doing is hooking up the hoses and using a bucket to test the thing. If that doesn't work, I'll try the new ceramic filter... or whatever it is.
A lot of work, and fuss, over time. I'm just hoping it was well worth the effort and expense. A well running faucet, that is very securely snugged, will be worth all the effort. I might even get to some or all of it yet tonight. Gotta admit, after the two hours unscrewing the damned nuts on the hoses and the faceplate and tinkering with the drain and the rest, the actual work on the faucet has been entertaining. The gun was pure fun, if a bit stinky with the chemicals (did that outside, using the newly created patio area, mind you). A good day, especially if I can get the thing to run. If... even so... there is the re-installation remaining. Bleh. The good with the bad.
Later.
Well, that wasn't so bad.
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The nut I had to get off just... It's a five inch threaded pipe, with very, very, fine threads, and at the very edge of "hand tight". Actually, I don't think most folk would be able to unscrew it, not by hand. Yeah, I'll have hand cramps from this, sooner or later. I could, and did, finally, finish getting it off. Every once in a while, in spite of being detached from any water source, and being unattached for a day or three(?), having drained through the nozzles what would go, water still managed to end up on that bolt, to top things off. A shop rag fixed that problem, mostly. Of course, then the shop rag would get tangled from time to time. Lesser of two evils I suppose. When the nut was wet, it was... much more difficult to turn.
That went better, and a bit faster, than I thought it would. Once off, I detached the water lines, cleaned the faucet just a bit, then brought it in to my temporary work station to see if I could disassemble it by hand. I have the vice, if I still need to bolt that down, but that is a resource of last hope, at least on this project. Hmm, now that the vice is up, I ought to measure and look for rubber "teeth" for it, for working on polished metals that I wish to keep nice. Sure, shop rags. But those are stopgap, and have some flaws.
I was able to take most of the faucet apart. I took off the top swivel arm, and further took that apart, to inspect. No problems in there. Then I got the upper part removed, just because really. Perhaps it would allow me more access or better visuals. Nope, but it did separate easily enough. Then to the base. I was able to get the handle off, but am stopped cold, right there, for now. I suspect I will need a special tool. (YEAH! I love new tools!) The part that I won't be able to get off with what I need is a brass tube, with threading in and out of the faucet, with four cuts in the brass. It looks like it will take one of those odd pipe wrenches. I don't know how specialized this tool will be. I always hope for a generic tool, that will work on various sizes, whether it is adjustable or has several rings of teeth doesn't matter, as long as it seems solid.
Hmm... 16:00? I would need to shower, for sure, today, before going in. And, I would have to drain the tub that the dishes are "rinsing" in. Yeah, yeah, I know. Those will... get tended next. Yes, even before I begin the bathroom faucet tear-down. Fine. Oh, and I will have to stop blogging. :p But, I am on break, so... Okay, fine, I'll try to shove through at get a shower and to town before long. Anything else I need? Milk, cream, but not going to go for any of that. I need to schedule a day for detailing my vehicle. Urhm, not today though, and not until later in the month if all else works. Yeah, just a pipe tool, or such. At least it is all... comping apart without too many issues, so far.
Later.
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The nut I had to get off just... It's a five inch threaded pipe, with very, very, fine threads, and at the very edge of "hand tight". Actually, I don't think most folk would be able to unscrew it, not by hand. Yeah, I'll have hand cramps from this, sooner or later. I could, and did, finally, finish getting it off. Every once in a while, in spite of being detached from any water source, and being unattached for a day or three(?), having drained through the nozzles what would go, water still managed to end up on that bolt, to top things off. A shop rag fixed that problem, mostly. Of course, then the shop rag would get tangled from time to time. Lesser of two evils I suppose. When the nut was wet, it was... much more difficult to turn.
That went better, and a bit faster, than I thought it would. Once off, I detached the water lines, cleaned the faucet just a bit, then brought it in to my temporary work station to see if I could disassemble it by hand. I have the vice, if I still need to bolt that down, but that is a resource of last hope, at least on this project. Hmm, now that the vice is up, I ought to measure and look for rubber "teeth" for it, for working on polished metals that I wish to keep nice. Sure, shop rags. But those are stopgap, and have some flaws.
I was able to take most of the faucet apart. I took off the top swivel arm, and further took that apart, to inspect. No problems in there. Then I got the upper part removed, just because really. Perhaps it would allow me more access or better visuals. Nope, but it did separate easily enough. Then to the base. I was able to get the handle off, but am stopped cold, right there, for now. I suspect I will need a special tool. (YEAH! I love new tools!) The part that I won't be able to get off with what I need is a brass tube, with threading in and out of the faucet, with four cuts in the brass. It looks like it will take one of those odd pipe wrenches. I don't know how specialized this tool will be. I always hope for a generic tool, that will work on various sizes, whether it is adjustable or has several rings of teeth doesn't matter, as long as it seems solid.
Hmm... 16:00? I would need to shower, for sure, today, before going in. And, I would have to drain the tub that the dishes are "rinsing" in. Yeah, yeah, I know. Those will... get tended next. Yes, even before I begin the bathroom faucet tear-down. Fine. Oh, and I will have to stop blogging. :p But, I am on break, so... Okay, fine, I'll try to shove through at get a shower and to town before long. Anything else I need? Milk, cream, but not going to go for any of that. I need to schedule a day for detailing my vehicle. Urhm, not today though, and not until later in the month if all else works. Yeah, just a pipe tool, or such. At least it is all... comping apart without too many issues, so far.
Later.
Chores are moving forward.
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First thing was to work on that rifle. She was pretty dirty. Carbon build up here and there. Not all of it would come off. I do need a copper or brass brush, no steel. Just won't use steel on steel, or at least not that randomly. I did use a steel pick and an old toothbrush, several sprays and dowsings of gun cleaner, my finger or thumbnail, whichever would fit, and whatever combinations of those I thought might work. It is cleaner. That is true. I got a good bit of the carbon, but not all of it. Then one more blast of carbcleaner, air blasting that off, then a light coat of oil and a wipedown. She works. Okay, that was just fun.
Now to get in and get the faucet off, then... take it down. I haven't found any instructions on that, so... The love putting springs in things which are impossible to know where they came from, or how best to put them back in. And they love being clever with the design, even discounting springs. Novel, but... no one beside the makers understands the novelty. Still, that's my job for the rest of the day, unless it goes smooth as unbroken glass.
First, a little breather. It's not that rifle was hard, at all. It's just that fine detail work, over a period of time, makes me twitch just a bit. I really need to get the weights set up. When working out, it takes a lot more to make me twitch, or very fine, low muscle, work. No way around it when it is extremely fine detail. A cup of coffee, a little music, and on to the sink. I actually can't wait to get it out, more so that I can see if there is a problem I can fix. I'm hoping I might have a faucet that runs, and is secured more solidly to the sink, when I am done. And, maybe, I'll figure something out in general. Practical education is priceless.
Later.
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First thing was to work on that rifle. She was pretty dirty. Carbon build up here and there. Not all of it would come off. I do need a copper or brass brush, no steel. Just won't use steel on steel, or at least not that randomly. I did use a steel pick and an old toothbrush, several sprays and dowsings of gun cleaner, my finger or thumbnail, whichever would fit, and whatever combinations of those I thought might work. It is cleaner. That is true. I got a good bit of the carbon, but not all of it. Then one more blast of carbcleaner, air blasting that off, then a light coat of oil and a wipedown. She works. Okay, that was just fun.
Now to get in and get the faucet off, then... take it down. I haven't found any instructions on that, so... The love putting springs in things which are impossible to know where they came from, or how best to put them back in. And they love being clever with the design, even discounting springs. Novel, but... no one beside the makers understands the novelty. Still, that's my job for the rest of the day, unless it goes smooth as unbroken glass.
First, a little breather. It's not that rifle was hard, at all. It's just that fine detail work, over a period of time, makes me twitch just a bit. I really need to get the weights set up. When working out, it takes a lot more to make me twitch, or very fine, low muscle, work. No way around it when it is extremely fine detail. A cup of coffee, a little music, and on to the sink. I actually can't wait to get it out, more so that I can see if there is a problem I can fix. I'm hoping I might have a faucet that runs, and is secured more solidly to the sink, when I am done. And, maybe, I'll figure something out in general. Practical education is priceless.
Later.
Hard sleep, hard rise, but getting better quickly.
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I got to bed around 23:00 again. Wanted to go in earlier, it just didn't happen. I had to fight for sleep, and kept surfacing hard. I almost gave up. I did get back to sleep, but had to fight for, twice that I remember. Oh, nothing too rough, just a bit of a struggle. Not sure what that was all about. Whatever, I'll push for keeping my schedule. Waking, when that finally arrived, was rough. I almost woke at 7:00, which would have been fine, but then skipped to 8:30, then 9:30 or 10:00, at which time I finally was able to wake. I do believe, close enough anyway. And it was just a bit rough right at first, but got better, and continues to improve. The weather might have something to do with it, changing highs and lows, cold or heat coming in. Hard to tell. No problems, at least last night and yesterday, mostly. At least, so far, I am keeping days and nights in their proper alignment, so far.
I worked on a jammed rifle last night. I got it taken down, roughly cleaned, and back together. It is working. But I want to find my cleaning kit and give it a solid cleaning, then lubricate it. It was just really dirty. No problems otherwise. Not my rifle, so I had to do some research. I'll find my cleaning kit before too long and really go at it. Oil it, and hopefully have it ready yet today. And I hope to get that faucet out and begin tinkering with it. Oh... I think I can, I think I can...
If I get those two things done, then I will at least change the valves for the bathroom sink and see if the aerator is the problem with that faucet. And, that might happen. Those are a lot easier to get to and work with than the kitchen faucet and valves. Outside water will have to be turned off. But that is easy enough. Hmm... Actually... before hooking the hoses to the sink faucet, I will be running water through those, after turning the water on and off, to make sure the flexhoses are clear and that anything that might come through from the process will run through into a bucket... Just... an abundance of caution... An abundance of caution seems to win the day.
Ambitious, I suppose. Possible. Only time will tell. Later.
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I got to bed around 23:00 again. Wanted to go in earlier, it just didn't happen. I had to fight for sleep, and kept surfacing hard. I almost gave up. I did get back to sleep, but had to fight for, twice that I remember. Oh, nothing too rough, just a bit of a struggle. Not sure what that was all about. Whatever, I'll push for keeping my schedule. Waking, when that finally arrived, was rough. I almost woke at 7:00, which would have been fine, but then skipped to 8:30, then 9:30 or 10:00, at which time I finally was able to wake. I do believe, close enough anyway. And it was just a bit rough right at first, but got better, and continues to improve. The weather might have something to do with it, changing highs and lows, cold or heat coming in. Hard to tell. No problems, at least last night and yesterday, mostly. At least, so far, I am keeping days and nights in their proper alignment, so far.
I worked on a jammed rifle last night. I got it taken down, roughly cleaned, and back together. It is working. But I want to find my cleaning kit and give it a solid cleaning, then lubricate it. It was just really dirty. No problems otherwise. Not my rifle, so I had to do some research. I'll find my cleaning kit before too long and really go at it. Oil it, and hopefully have it ready yet today. And I hope to get that faucet out and begin tinkering with it. Oh... I think I can, I think I can...
If I get those two things done, then I will at least change the valves for the bathroom sink and see if the aerator is the problem with that faucet. And, that might happen. Those are a lot easier to get to and work with than the kitchen faucet and valves. Outside water will have to be turned off. But that is easy enough. Hmm... Actually... before hooking the hoses to the sink faucet, I will be running water through those, after turning the water on and off, to make sure the flexhoses are clear and that anything that might come through from the process will run through into a bucket... Just... an abundance of caution... An abundance of caution seems to win the day.
Ambitious, I suppose. Possible. Only time will tell. Later.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Every month, mostly.
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At the first of each month I generally order a number of items. Tools, equipment... pickled pigs feet. Whatever I need or really want. Wants are a bit of a rarity. I just can't really afford many of them. This month I went with a quality smaller torque wrench, gun smithing heads in a set that will also fit the torque wrench, a few odds and ends, and cotter and hair cotter pin sets. I went a little light on purchases, hoping that later in the month, if finances remain good, I can get my vehicle detailed. I would love to do it but have, at this point, neither the right tools for it, nor the energy per time. With a half doze little chores sitting around that need to be done for the running of an orderly cave, and hygiene chores stacking up in the meantime, with no way to do more in the time I have, some things simply have to be outsourced. I have been on two long trips, in dusty terrain, without cleaning, or getting her cleaned out. Take care of your equipment and it will take care of you. Inside and out, top to bottom. Plus, even though they can't use the 'new car' scent anymore, my vehicle is used so little that, when properly cleaned, it still gets that smell. Yeah, I do like that.
I'm not moving fast, haven't done a thing. Hmm, no, I did make coffee, I have taken my medicine, and I will get my teeth brushed shortly. Morning and night on that last, using that special stuff they sent. I haven't started flossing yet, because I messed up with brushing in the middle of last week. I want my gums good and massaged, and prepped, strengthened, before I hit them with floss. I've been working hard to be regular, and, again, plan to start flossing this weekend. I'm not certain it actually helps all that much. It is about time to set up a dental appointment... three months in advance, give or take, is how it works best, or so I am told. So... I suppose, in three to six months I will know if my efforts have paid off. Still, no cavities in 15 years without brushing, I am not sure how much improvement you can get. Oh, and cleaning only took one session, so it's not even as if they were harsh. Still... something to aim for, if it sure seems like a waste of time. No, no I actually don't have bad breath. The teeth are a bit stained, but from tobacco and coffee, and not worse than a typical man my age, even if he brushes. Go figure.
While I was making the coffee, the drain pipes fell. I wedged something in, to hold that up while the r.o. does it's thing, for now. It looks like I need to do some work in there. It wasn't set up very well. Not by myself, or the guy who installed the first r.o. system. A little research, this time, might see me to a better result. Oh, it didn't leak. It was just, always... problematic. You can't perma-fix them in, in case you need to take them out for this or that. But not doing so seems to not give the drain much strength. There has to be a better way. And, while I am down there, tinkering anyway, I might as well see what can be done. One thing leads to another, none of them are simple as easy as they seem on paper. At least I sort of like tinkering, mostly. I just wish I was half good at it. Practice makes... more problems. :) I suspect I will get to some of the work today. At least the faucet out and torn down for an inspection. There was something said about it having... ceramic... parts... filters... something... in there. That is what I suspect is clogged if I don't have a good idea what is what quite yet.
Later.
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At the first of each month I generally order a number of items. Tools, equipment... pickled pigs feet. Whatever I need or really want. Wants are a bit of a rarity. I just can't really afford many of them. This month I went with a quality smaller torque wrench, gun smithing heads in a set that will also fit the torque wrench, a few odds and ends, and cotter and hair cotter pin sets. I went a little light on purchases, hoping that later in the month, if finances remain good, I can get my vehicle detailed. I would love to do it but have, at this point, neither the right tools for it, nor the energy per time. With a half doze little chores sitting around that need to be done for the running of an orderly cave, and hygiene chores stacking up in the meantime, with no way to do more in the time I have, some things simply have to be outsourced. I have been on two long trips, in dusty terrain, without cleaning, or getting her cleaned out. Take care of your equipment and it will take care of you. Inside and out, top to bottom. Plus, even though they can't use the 'new car' scent anymore, my vehicle is used so little that, when properly cleaned, it still gets that smell. Yeah, I do like that.
I'm not moving fast, haven't done a thing. Hmm, no, I did make coffee, I have taken my medicine, and I will get my teeth brushed shortly. Morning and night on that last, using that special stuff they sent. I haven't started flossing yet, because I messed up with brushing in the middle of last week. I want my gums good and massaged, and prepped, strengthened, before I hit them with floss. I've been working hard to be regular, and, again, plan to start flossing this weekend. I'm not certain it actually helps all that much. It is about time to set up a dental appointment... three months in advance, give or take, is how it works best, or so I am told. So... I suppose, in three to six months I will know if my efforts have paid off. Still, no cavities in 15 years without brushing, I am not sure how much improvement you can get. Oh, and cleaning only took one session, so it's not even as if they were harsh. Still... something to aim for, if it sure seems like a waste of time. No, no I actually don't have bad breath. The teeth are a bit stained, but from tobacco and coffee, and not worse than a typical man my age, even if he brushes. Go figure.
While I was making the coffee, the drain pipes fell. I wedged something in, to hold that up while the r.o. does it's thing, for now. It looks like I need to do some work in there. It wasn't set up very well. Not by myself, or the guy who installed the first r.o. system. A little research, this time, might see me to a better result. Oh, it didn't leak. It was just, always... problematic. You can't perma-fix them in, in case you need to take them out for this or that. But not doing so seems to not give the drain much strength. There has to be a better way. And, while I am down there, tinkering anyway, I might as well see what can be done. One thing leads to another, none of them are simple as easy as they seem on paper. At least I sort of like tinkering, mostly. I just wish I was half good at it. Practice makes... more problems. :) I suspect I will get to some of the work today. At least the faucet out and torn down for an inspection. There was something said about it having... ceramic... parts... filters... something... in there. That is what I suspect is clogged if I don't have a good idea what is what quite yet.
Later.
Sniff... Sniff...
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I've always wondered who they think they are sneaking up on. Their last fall was also seen, among other things. They have been warned, and, now, again.
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I've always wondered who they think they are sneaking up on. Their last fall was also seen, among other things. They have been warned, and, now, again.
Just a bit rough this morning.
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Dragging myself up and down off the floor, laying on that uneven surface as I tinkered under the sink, sort of pushing time between this and that so I had to rush the last part a bit, it all adds up. I did go down at about 23:00, but had a rough time even getting to sleep. I had thought to let the girls sleep with me but they were being fussy and odd, so I tricked them out with food, closed the door, and slept, eventually, pretty good. But I couldn't fall asleep until at least past a quarter to 1:00. Didn't help that, for whatever reason, the girls were pounding on my door to get in last night. Weird night. Sam was fine, Sassy wanted to sleep on my face. Must have thought I was going to freeze. :p And I could not get comfortable. Ribs are just a touch sore this morning. The heart was being weird last night. That's the only way I know how to put it. No, not a major issue, just wouldn't click down from awake to sleep mode. That happens pretty rarely, so I don't worry about it in the longview.
Makes me no never mind. If I can keep focus, I am going to hit it again today, and keep hitting it until I get both those faucets running like they should. Well, and then I'm going to tear down the last faucet and see if I can make it run well, or find the problem. I may need the vice, so the bench will be handy soon, I suspect. Very little else, of my larger household chores, will get done until this is fixed. I can do the favor on the side, though I do believe. It's a hobby anyway, and not too strenuous, so...
This stuff is tightening me up. And the pain I went through recently tightened me up before now. Hopefully I will get a bit of stamina from actually working. It won't be a lot of stamina. But I can use every ounce of that stuff I can push through to get. Before the summer is out, I hope to have rubber mats laid and my bench and weights cleared and cleaned and ready to use, and a heater out in the garage to make that possible in the winter. Even a couple times a week, even with no weights, definitely at first. Something. And, when I can, I am still hoping to get out hiking, and maybe car-camping. I keep eyeing Burning Gorge for a hike, and maybe a camp night or two. Don't know about this year, but... maybe.
I just can't quit if I also can't seem to do anything much, do it fast, or do it as I would like. I'll keep trying. For now, getting that faucet out, fixed, and back in. Only, when I put it back in this time, I hope to have it tighter. Not sure I will use plumber's putty either, maybe the silicone caulking. I bought some for the toilet, and it can handle heat so should work for the hot water faucet. I will get a second chance to get that faucet in much tighter. I suppose, if you ask, you get. So be careful what you ask for? :)
Later.
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Dragging myself up and down off the floor, laying on that uneven surface as I tinkered under the sink, sort of pushing time between this and that so I had to rush the last part a bit, it all adds up. I did go down at about 23:00, but had a rough time even getting to sleep. I had thought to let the girls sleep with me but they were being fussy and odd, so I tricked them out with food, closed the door, and slept, eventually, pretty good. But I couldn't fall asleep until at least past a quarter to 1:00. Didn't help that, for whatever reason, the girls were pounding on my door to get in last night. Weird night. Sam was fine, Sassy wanted to sleep on my face. Must have thought I was going to freeze. :p And I could not get comfortable. Ribs are just a touch sore this morning. The heart was being weird last night. That's the only way I know how to put it. No, not a major issue, just wouldn't click down from awake to sleep mode. That happens pretty rarely, so I don't worry about it in the longview.
Makes me no never mind. If I can keep focus, I am going to hit it again today, and keep hitting it until I get both those faucets running like they should. Well, and then I'm going to tear down the last faucet and see if I can make it run well, or find the problem. I may need the vice, so the bench will be handy soon, I suspect. Very little else, of my larger household chores, will get done until this is fixed. I can do the favor on the side, though I do believe. It's a hobby anyway, and not too strenuous, so...
This stuff is tightening me up. And the pain I went through recently tightened me up before now. Hopefully I will get a bit of stamina from actually working. It won't be a lot of stamina. But I can use every ounce of that stuff I can push through to get. Before the summer is out, I hope to have rubber mats laid and my bench and weights cleared and cleaned and ready to use, and a heater out in the garage to make that possible in the winter. Even a couple times a week, even with no weights, definitely at first. Something. And, when I can, I am still hoping to get out hiking, and maybe car-camping. I keep eyeing Burning Gorge for a hike, and maybe a camp night or two. Don't know about this year, but... maybe.
I just can't quit if I also can't seem to do anything much, do it fast, or do it as I would like. I'll keep trying. For now, getting that faucet out, fixed, and back in. Only, when I put it back in this time, I hope to have it tighter. Not sure I will use plumber's putty either, maybe the silicone caulking. I bought some for the toilet, and it can handle heat so should work for the hot water faucet. I will get a second chance to get that faucet in much tighter. I suppose, if you ask, you get. So be careful what you ask for? :)
Later.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
One last thought.
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In a recent discussion, I suggested that I would take time out of my uneventful life to try to save even the worst of sinners, if given an opportunity. I have mentioned, and thought of that before. Hitler, Stalin, others... an opportunity to try to bring them across the divide as they lay dying. Or even, given the opportunity, well before their demise. As with the vineyard owner who paid the last worker to take up effort the same as he paid the first worker. So it goes. No, it isn't the notion that got me, even as I said it. I think it is right, and I would do what I could, given a chance. I am late to the vineyard myself, perhaps... in my life, right at the end. Further, even should I live for decades, as I suspect I will, I know I do not deserve the wage. None do, some less, some far less.
What got me, if I didn't mention it at the time, is how much of a change that is. Oh, and I can still fall back to old ways, if that is usually merely an immature emotional failing than a true falling out. Anger, among other emotions, can cloud the mind... and heart. At one time, when I was 'clearly more logical(tm)', as I would then have noted, I very much was clouded by emotion. I see it in many of the young people today. They can't see it. This I know too. Hate clouds the mind, and more the heart, more than any other emotion. Is it an emotion? Perhaps, or a mix of them. But all emotions can blind. In any case, I certainly had a bad case of the clouded mind in my own time. I never thought I would change my mind about some things. I did not see how I could change my mind on this. Could... not... see.
I don't know when it happened, exactly. Many nights of prayer, if almost never touching on this sore subject. Many conversations, if, and again, not pertaining to this. Considering things, at first logically, then with less of the mind and some of the heart. And dealing with the wounds that had created the hate. Pain can keep one from thinking as well, so that was tended to a degree. Time, patience on God's part, efforts on my part to eat more of the mana that is Wisdom. God is ultimately, even to our own destruction, allowing. It can lead some to choose disaster, and others to choose a better way. I like to think it has allowed me to choose a better way. Not a perfect way, and one thing at a time, and over time.
I can't fix the world. I can't even fix myself. I can, though, bring one wound, one hard spot in my heart, one unrighteous thought, to Him, at a time. He fixes these, or directs me to what will help. I'm still not sure how He does it. Only that He will, if you ask, and allow it to happen. But, too, He doesn't do it, you do. It's one of those tricks where both and neither do everything and nothing, and it gets done. Truly a mystery, at least to me. And this, this hatred for doers of evil rather than of sin... it was one of the last of my holdouts.
One more sliver out of my heart, soul. That sliver was a hard one, in deep, bled me half to death all on it's own. Pleased to be done with it, and on guard for infections and avoiding what might put another, or even the same, splinter back in there. Oh... I will kill, to preserve. I will defend against unrighteousness, and die for it. But that is only if no choice is given, and with prayer even so.
Just... a thought.
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In a recent discussion, I suggested that I would take time out of my uneventful life to try to save even the worst of sinners, if given an opportunity. I have mentioned, and thought of that before. Hitler, Stalin, others... an opportunity to try to bring them across the divide as they lay dying. Or even, given the opportunity, well before their demise. As with the vineyard owner who paid the last worker to take up effort the same as he paid the first worker. So it goes. No, it isn't the notion that got me, even as I said it. I think it is right, and I would do what I could, given a chance. I am late to the vineyard myself, perhaps... in my life, right at the end. Further, even should I live for decades, as I suspect I will, I know I do not deserve the wage. None do, some less, some far less.
What got me, if I didn't mention it at the time, is how much of a change that is. Oh, and I can still fall back to old ways, if that is usually merely an immature emotional failing than a true falling out. Anger, among other emotions, can cloud the mind... and heart. At one time, when I was 'clearly more logical(tm)', as I would then have noted, I very much was clouded by emotion. I see it in many of the young people today. They can't see it. This I know too. Hate clouds the mind, and more the heart, more than any other emotion. Is it an emotion? Perhaps, or a mix of them. But all emotions can blind. In any case, I certainly had a bad case of the clouded mind in my own time. I never thought I would change my mind about some things. I did not see how I could change my mind on this. Could... not... see.
I don't know when it happened, exactly. Many nights of prayer, if almost never touching on this sore subject. Many conversations, if, and again, not pertaining to this. Considering things, at first logically, then with less of the mind and some of the heart. And dealing with the wounds that had created the hate. Pain can keep one from thinking as well, so that was tended to a degree. Time, patience on God's part, efforts on my part to eat more of the mana that is Wisdom. God is ultimately, even to our own destruction, allowing. It can lead some to choose disaster, and others to choose a better way. I like to think it has allowed me to choose a better way. Not a perfect way, and one thing at a time, and over time.
I can't fix the world. I can't even fix myself. I can, though, bring one wound, one hard spot in my heart, one unrighteous thought, to Him, at a time. He fixes these, or directs me to what will help. I'm still not sure how He does it. Only that He will, if you ask, and allow it to happen. But, too, He doesn't do it, you do. It's one of those tricks where both and neither do everything and nothing, and it gets done. Truly a mystery, at least to me. And this, this hatred for doers of evil rather than of sin... it was one of the last of my holdouts.
One more sliver out of my heart, soul. That sliver was a hard one, in deep, bled me half to death all on it's own. Pleased to be done with it, and on guard for infections and avoiding what might put another, or even the same, splinter back in there. Oh... I will kill, to preserve. I will defend against unrighteousness, and die for it. But that is only if no choice is given, and with prayer even so.
Just... a thought.
Visitors.
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The patio operation, dubbed the Long Outside, went well. The idea for having a pitcher of water and enough glasses went well. I even managed to find a recently washed blue and white checkerboard cotton place mat upon which to set the pitcher and glasses. The weather was very cordial as well. The sun well past, a cool breeze, and a simply pleasant environment. Yes, that worked much better than a trip into the cave. A good conversation went forward.
Then... a call. Couldn't rightly, at first, make heads or tails of the sound. It has been a while since I heard the whole of my phone ringing. Usually I answer quickly, or it's not around when it goes off. Odd how one can forget such a mundane thing. Oh, and then, to figure out where the phone was... Somewhere here or there. Ah! In the bedroom for some odd reason. Dinner, the reason for the call. I had forgotten it was Sunday. Actually, I never thought what day it was, since Friday, and even then that was an accident of notions that lead me to know the day, and promptly forget. I think it was Huckleberry putting up Friday music, and me about to post about how he had... mistaken the day, only to realize it was indeed Friday. No, you... probably do not understand. But that is a good thing.
Another good chat. And, the request of a favor! I am not positive I can help, but I am most certainly going to give it as good a go as I can. I get very few favors asked of me, sadly. So... I am keen on doing right by one when I get it. This one I have a fair shot at, for a number of reasons, mostly having the time to tinker and research. I only seem like a grumpy old man. Mostly.
Dinner arrived. Ribs, pork ribs, delicious pork ribs. I don't eat ribs often, if I do quite enjoy them. They are, as my friend suggested, pricy at restaurants. And, even in stores. Which, from time to time, adds to the flavor. In some ways I would hate to be rich. There is no sacrifice in eating some things, save as trying, or pretending, to be humble about it all. For most of us, a special meal is a bit of a sacrifice. As it should be, I suppose. Along with the ribs, a salad, and some of the creamiest potato salad I have ever had. I like all sorts of potato salad, if I usually make mine a bit dry, with a touch of mustard and dill. This was far from dry, but not out of bounds into too wet. A perfect match for the ribs.
They wanted to know what I thought. And I will tell them. If asked, especially specifically, I give honest assessments. Sure, I can be polite, and often choose that way. As I said, though, when requested, I can and will give an honest assessment. At least this assessment will be easy to hand out. And, I am extra picky about meats. My favorite consumable. Flavor is only one part, the chew and texture, how well the fat is rendered in the meat, how well it is done, and some other things, perhaps, go into my evaluation. This time it is just a general overall assessment. I will give that.
I cooked for my last woman. She was picky, finicky, and dramatic. And, sometimes, she said she hated it, even so. At first that bothered me, until I noted she was quite generously gorging on it, and gaining weight. *grin* Better yet, she hated gaining weight but couldn't quite pull back from the table fast enough to stop that. I even, for a while, presented less fattening fair on the side, for her leisure. That always, even if sumptuous, just couldn't compete with my personal main courses of meat. What can I say, I'm a meat lover. I even tried to make only enough of the good stuff for me, to 'encourage' her to eat her damned tofu or other queer fair, made just for her highness. Nope. Oh but I enjoyed pointing out the facts. Facts don't mean much to a woman. Which, I used just as deftly as any other data point anyway. But I do like to cook, so it was no skin off my nose. Saved me having to eat all vegetables or other... stuff. As long as she did the dishes and a goodly part of the shopping, as with any woman, and according to my preferred stocks, I'll cook. I'll even share the kitchen, if she likes. I'd love a partner out there. Only one chef at a time though, the other is the sous chef de jour, takes orders, peels potatoes or dices the radishes... Plenty of meals, so there is time to take turns. The kitchen is one of the few places in which I don't mind if she is on top or bottom.
Just... ruminating as the day comes to a close. I have the doors and windows open. It is starting to get cool, if I doubt that it will get cold. I'd love to finish getting the faucet out but I don't think that will happen. Done. Maybe not tomorrow either. Don't know, won't know until then. Clearing the patio and my earlier work just... well... I do what I can. Hmm, trash day though. And I really ought to get that out. Yes, really. I'm going to focus, with what I have, on getting the trash out. No promises. Just a touch of hope and focus.
Later or good night.
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The patio operation, dubbed the Long Outside, went well. The idea for having a pitcher of water and enough glasses went well. I even managed to find a recently washed blue and white checkerboard cotton place mat upon which to set the pitcher and glasses. The weather was very cordial as well. The sun well past, a cool breeze, and a simply pleasant environment. Yes, that worked much better than a trip into the cave. A good conversation went forward.
Then... a call. Couldn't rightly, at first, make heads or tails of the sound. It has been a while since I heard the whole of my phone ringing. Usually I answer quickly, or it's not around when it goes off. Odd how one can forget such a mundane thing. Oh, and then, to figure out where the phone was... Somewhere here or there. Ah! In the bedroom for some odd reason. Dinner, the reason for the call. I had forgotten it was Sunday. Actually, I never thought what day it was, since Friday, and even then that was an accident of notions that lead me to know the day, and promptly forget. I think it was Huckleberry putting up Friday music, and me about to post about how he had... mistaken the day, only to realize it was indeed Friday. No, you... probably do not understand. But that is a good thing.
Another good chat. And, the request of a favor! I am not positive I can help, but I am most certainly going to give it as good a go as I can. I get very few favors asked of me, sadly. So... I am keen on doing right by one when I get it. This one I have a fair shot at, for a number of reasons, mostly having the time to tinker and research. I only seem like a grumpy old man. Mostly.
Dinner arrived. Ribs, pork ribs, delicious pork ribs. I don't eat ribs often, if I do quite enjoy them. They are, as my friend suggested, pricy at restaurants. And, even in stores. Which, from time to time, adds to the flavor. In some ways I would hate to be rich. There is no sacrifice in eating some things, save as trying, or pretending, to be humble about it all. For most of us, a special meal is a bit of a sacrifice. As it should be, I suppose. Along with the ribs, a salad, and some of the creamiest potato salad I have ever had. I like all sorts of potato salad, if I usually make mine a bit dry, with a touch of mustard and dill. This was far from dry, but not out of bounds into too wet. A perfect match for the ribs.
They wanted to know what I thought. And I will tell them. If asked, especially specifically, I give honest assessments. Sure, I can be polite, and often choose that way. As I said, though, when requested, I can and will give an honest assessment. At least this assessment will be easy to hand out. And, I am extra picky about meats. My favorite consumable. Flavor is only one part, the chew and texture, how well the fat is rendered in the meat, how well it is done, and some other things, perhaps, go into my evaluation. This time it is just a general overall assessment. I will give that.
I cooked for my last woman. She was picky, finicky, and dramatic. And, sometimes, she said she hated it, even so. At first that bothered me, until I noted she was quite generously gorging on it, and gaining weight. *grin* Better yet, she hated gaining weight but couldn't quite pull back from the table fast enough to stop that. I even, for a while, presented less fattening fair on the side, for her leisure. That always, even if sumptuous, just couldn't compete with my personal main courses of meat. What can I say, I'm a meat lover. I even tried to make only enough of the good stuff for me, to 'encourage' her to eat her damned tofu or other queer fair, made just for her highness. Nope. Oh but I enjoyed pointing out the facts. Facts don't mean much to a woman. Which, I used just as deftly as any other data point anyway. But I do like to cook, so it was no skin off my nose. Saved me having to eat all vegetables or other... stuff. As long as she did the dishes and a goodly part of the shopping, as with any woman, and according to my preferred stocks, I'll cook. I'll even share the kitchen, if she likes. I'd love a partner out there. Only one chef at a time though, the other is the sous chef de jour, takes orders, peels potatoes or dices the radishes... Plenty of meals, so there is time to take turns. The kitchen is one of the few places in which I don't mind if she is on top or bottom.
Just... ruminating as the day comes to a close. I have the doors and windows open. It is starting to get cool, if I doubt that it will get cold. I'd love to finish getting the faucet out but I don't think that will happen. Done. Maybe not tomorrow either. Don't know, won't know until then. Clearing the patio and my earlier work just... well... I do what I can. Hmm, trash day though. And I really ought to get that out. Yes, really. I'm going to focus, with what I have, on getting the trash out. No promises. Just a touch of hope and focus.
Later or good night.
I'm doin'.
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One of the nuts on the thing was hand tight. The other not so much. I still had to use wrenches in places, but was able to get the nut down far enough that there was no problem. On the other hand, I did have to find my metric wrenches, as this product seems to be half and half. No problem, but between this and that, I have ran out of time for that part of my day, for now. So, a shower. But first I had to dump the soak the dishes were in, in their tub in the tub, in order to take a shower. I had hoped there would be time to dry them before... never mind. After the shower I put the tub back into the tub and ran... a fresh soak. Maybe tonight.
After the shower, I dressed and grabbed the extra chairs I wanted for outside. Card table type chairs, but with those plastic bottom formed fitted seats. I washed my patio set, and dried it, then washed the chairs as well. Mostly just dust, but... Yeah. I set up the patio area, moving undesirable items out of the way and making a nice little place to sit in the shade and talk. The cave is always a pit, but now it's almost dangerously pit-like, with tools, boxes, hoses, and parts scattered on top of everything else. Yes, outside... Hmm, I may get wash my pitcher, it's been setting a bit, add some ice to it, and get some r.o. water to fill that. A few glasses as well, just in case someone is thirsty. I'll just reinstall the drain pipes for now. Bleh.
I try. I do. Later.
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One of the nuts on the thing was hand tight. The other not so much. I still had to use wrenches in places, but was able to get the nut down far enough that there was no problem. On the other hand, I did have to find my metric wrenches, as this product seems to be half and half. No problem, but between this and that, I have ran out of time for that part of my day, for now. So, a shower. But first I had to dump the soak the dishes were in, in their tub in the tub, in order to take a shower. I had hoped there would be time to dry them before... never mind. After the shower I put the tub back into the tub and ran... a fresh soak. Maybe tonight.
After the shower, I dressed and grabbed the extra chairs I wanted for outside. Card table type chairs, but with those plastic bottom formed fitted seats. I washed my patio set, and dried it, then washed the chairs as well. Mostly just dust, but... Yeah. I set up the patio area, moving undesirable items out of the way and making a nice little place to sit in the shade and talk. The cave is always a pit, but now it's almost dangerously pit-like, with tools, boxes, hoses, and parts scattered on top of everything else. Yes, outside... Hmm, I may get wash my pitcher, it's been setting a bit, add some ice to it, and get some r.o. water to fill that. A few glasses as well, just in case someone is thirsty. I'll just reinstall the drain pipes for now. Bleh.
I try. I do. Later.
Looks like a complete teardown.
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Of course, that is what I suspected to begin with. It is just that there was, some, very minor hope, that it would be somewhat simpler. I got the hoses off, checked the valves (they work and well). I then went in to get the hoses disconnected from the faucet, but that isn't how this design works. As I remember, it was a heck of a job getting the faucet in. It is very non-standard. Actually, in some ways, I am happy to be taking it out. I didn't get it set very well and always wanted a redo, it's just I wasn't really interested with wrestling with a removal and reinstallation without a better cause than it being slightly loose and my ego. So, there is that.
However, after wrestling with the hoses, and tinkering under there for an hour, I am... I need a bit of a rest. I have the alarm set for when I need to shower, shave, and set up the patio. And yet I am still going to try to beat that and get the faucet out. That will take some research. I am hoping YouTube will have something for me. No telling, but it's worth a shot. Written instructions, essentially, suck. Throw in that they do a terrible job of pointing out the really important from the asinine (don't connect the hose to the valve, point the end at your eye, and turn on the valve... Oh really? You don't say. Get that off this page!). YouTube is hit and miss, both for availability and usefulness, but when it's a hit, it's worth the effort to find.
A bit of coffee, a little rest, and some searching. Then back to it. It looks simple enough, it should just come out pretty easily, but it also looks slightly delicate. A yank, push, or such, with my strength, will... damage something, more likely than not. For as weak and ill as I am, I can break steel, dent brass and copper, and shred wires with what I thought was a minor manipulation. I don't know how that is possible, but it's just the way it is. Yeah, I can take a door handle off. Trust me. Gentle, lad... gentle.
Well... off to look for the pot of gold. Later.
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No help there. It's probably just as simple as it seems, I hope. The problem is the plumber's wrench isn't fitting in, and on. I was hoping there was an easier trick to it. I guess I just start loosening things, by hand if possible, by any other means as necessary. Hmm... I'll finish my coffee first. Later.
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Of course, that is what I suspected to begin with. It is just that there was, some, very minor hope, that it would be somewhat simpler. I got the hoses off, checked the valves (they work and well). I then went in to get the hoses disconnected from the faucet, but that isn't how this design works. As I remember, it was a heck of a job getting the faucet in. It is very non-standard. Actually, in some ways, I am happy to be taking it out. I didn't get it set very well and always wanted a redo, it's just I wasn't really interested with wrestling with a removal and reinstallation without a better cause than it being slightly loose and my ego. So, there is that.
However, after wrestling with the hoses, and tinkering under there for an hour, I am... I need a bit of a rest. I have the alarm set for when I need to shower, shave, and set up the patio. And yet I am still going to try to beat that and get the faucet out. That will take some research. I am hoping YouTube will have something for me. No telling, but it's worth a shot. Written instructions, essentially, suck. Throw in that they do a terrible job of pointing out the really important from the asinine (don't connect the hose to the valve, point the end at your eye, and turn on the valve... Oh really? You don't say. Get that off this page!). YouTube is hit and miss, both for availability and usefulness, but when it's a hit, it's worth the effort to find.
A bit of coffee, a little rest, and some searching. Then back to it. It looks simple enough, it should just come out pretty easily, but it also looks slightly delicate. A yank, push, or such, with my strength, will... damage something, more likely than not. For as weak and ill as I am, I can break steel, dent brass and copper, and shred wires with what I thought was a minor manipulation. I don't know how that is possible, but it's just the way it is. Yeah, I can take a door handle off. Trust me. Gentle, lad... gentle.
Well... off to look for the pot of gold. Later.
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No help there. It's probably just as simple as it seems, I hope. The problem is the plumber's wrench isn't fitting in, and on. I was hoping there was an easier trick to it. I guess I just start loosening things, by hand if possible, by any other means as necessary. Hmm... I'll finish my coffee first. Later.
Well... Best figure some things out.
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I have company coming this afternoon. But the cave is in poor shape. And, I have ongoing projects adding to the confusion of my home. Hmm, perhaps I will set up an outdoor patio area. There are two spots that work well, depending on the sun, but I think the side area should do. I'll just, after removing the faucet, get that arranged. The bathroom is in pretty good shape, I have gotten that, mostly, clean, and kept it that way. A sweep and a mop, and a bit of tidying, should add a final touch just in case it is needed.
I did check the faucet. The screen, on this one, came off quite easily, unlike the other two I have tried. Both the others required tools, and perhaps my poor choice in tools or because they were poorly designed, destroyed the caps. This time, the hand was all I needed. Crusty, but not the problem. I am rather surprised. First, I do have a water softener. Second, this faucet is only about a year old and has rarely been used due to it being slow running, nearly from the start. That is probably part of the problem. Looks like I will have to remove. However, it isn't all of the problem. While crusty, it wasn't blocked. And the water regulator was right there, and came out with the screen. It is not blocked, or not fully. Even with the screen and regulator out, there is zero flow. Whatever the block is, it is below the screen and above the valves. So... I have a bit of work ahead of me.
I will try to get the flexhoses out, check those (if they are very unlikely to be the problem). If they aren't the problem, then I will try to get the faucet out before it is time to set up the patio area. Then I'll shower, groom, and dress, and prepare for company. If I still have a bit of time, I will begin tearing the faucet down, looking for where the problem might be. If I do find that chunks of flotsom or whatnot, I may check for a prescreen for the flexhoses, maybe on both sides? Something small enough to keep whatever out and easy enough to clean from time to time. Removing, cleaning, and reinstalling a faucet is no fun task for a mostly dead guy. Removing a screen, just beyond the valve, so long as the valve is dependable, is easy enough.
I have considered putting in a filter, a whole house water filter. I'd want it downstream of anything that might be replaced. Not sure that would work if it is just that the pipes are old and let off bits though. And it is odd that the only problem is with newer components, like the sink and kitchen faucets, but doesn't seem to trouble really old items, like the sink in the old bathroom faucet or old spare, porch, faucet. They are redesigning these things to be more "water efficient", a mandate, one they don't have functional yet. Oh, hey, I'm all for using water efficiently. I'm not all for doing that in such a way that I can't use the systems at all. Price doesn't even seem to be a factor. Yeah, no. I don't trust my government to do this. It should leave these things to us because all they end up doing is teaching us to not trust them, and to undo everything they just mandated, ostensibly, for our benefit. Then again, I wonder how much trouble they cause just to develop, further, the broken window paradigm under which they seem enthralled. Our government, at this time, is being run by 60's and 70's radicals. They weren't all that bright then, now they are old too. Some things just don't age well.
Well... best get to it. I'll need to take a shower around 15:00, giving me a couple hours to tinker freely. Later.
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I have company coming this afternoon. But the cave is in poor shape. And, I have ongoing projects adding to the confusion of my home. Hmm, perhaps I will set up an outdoor patio area. There are two spots that work well, depending on the sun, but I think the side area should do. I'll just, after removing the faucet, get that arranged. The bathroom is in pretty good shape, I have gotten that, mostly, clean, and kept it that way. A sweep and a mop, and a bit of tidying, should add a final touch just in case it is needed.
I did check the faucet. The screen, on this one, came off quite easily, unlike the other two I have tried. Both the others required tools, and perhaps my poor choice in tools or because they were poorly designed, destroyed the caps. This time, the hand was all I needed. Crusty, but not the problem. I am rather surprised. First, I do have a water softener. Second, this faucet is only about a year old and has rarely been used due to it being slow running, nearly from the start. That is probably part of the problem. Looks like I will have to remove. However, it isn't all of the problem. While crusty, it wasn't blocked. And the water regulator was right there, and came out with the screen. It is not blocked, or not fully. Even with the screen and regulator out, there is zero flow. Whatever the block is, it is below the screen and above the valves. So... I have a bit of work ahead of me.
I will try to get the flexhoses out, check those (if they are very unlikely to be the problem). If they aren't the problem, then I will try to get the faucet out before it is time to set up the patio area. Then I'll shower, groom, and dress, and prepare for company. If I still have a bit of time, I will begin tearing the faucet down, looking for where the problem might be. If I do find that chunks of flotsom or whatnot, I may check for a prescreen for the flexhoses, maybe on both sides? Something small enough to keep whatever out and easy enough to clean from time to time. Removing, cleaning, and reinstalling a faucet is no fun task for a mostly dead guy. Removing a screen, just beyond the valve, so long as the valve is dependable, is easy enough.
I have considered putting in a filter, a whole house water filter. I'd want it downstream of anything that might be replaced. Not sure that would work if it is just that the pipes are old and let off bits though. And it is odd that the only problem is with newer components, like the sink and kitchen faucets, but doesn't seem to trouble really old items, like the sink in the old bathroom faucet or old spare, porch, faucet. They are redesigning these things to be more "water efficient", a mandate, one they don't have functional yet. Oh, hey, I'm all for using water efficiently. I'm not all for doing that in such a way that I can't use the systems at all. Price doesn't even seem to be a factor. Yeah, no. I don't trust my government to do this. It should leave these things to us because all they end up doing is teaching us to not trust them, and to undo everything they just mandated, ostensibly, for our benefit. Then again, I wonder how much trouble they cause just to develop, further, the broken window paradigm under which they seem enthralled. Our government, at this time, is being run by 60's and 70's radicals. They weren't all that bright then, now they are old too. Some things just don't age well.
Well... best get to it. I'll need to take a shower around 15:00, giving me a couple hours to tinker freely. Later.
Okay, well there is that!
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I let Sam in, as she wishes. I think there was one of their toys on the floor. I can't remember if it was there before I let her in or not, but I thought so. Anyway, for sure on the way back, I decided to move the toy. Gah! Dead mouse. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a heart attack. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't fear dead things, if I also don't prefer them as play toys. However, the difference between grabbing what you thought was a toy and ending up picking up a dead critter is... texturally and mentally... a bit different. Double Gah! So I dropped it and grabbed a paper towel with which to extricate it. Well, and dead things, freshly killed, release all of their parasites. Bugs, especially small ones, really... those things... yeah...
Since it wasn't ripped open and mostly eaten, I am thinking that it probably was there first. Sam will bring me mice, mind you. But half of them. The hindquarters usually. When killing is good she likes to share, is proud. Sassy is too... spoiled on "good food" to eat. My guess is she either caught one, or found on in the trap I still have set in the basement. It's a live trap, and open (at least for cats), so... Still, I wish I could be more sure. I'm pretty sure it was there on my way to the door though. I'm just pulling for Sassy to at least be a mouse killer. I don't mind her tastes as for food, so long as she is a mouse hunter, killer. I love my ladies to be killers. It... pleases pop's dark old black heart. Beauty and beast. Poetic, practical, delicious.
Oh, that... feeling of death in a creature though... Yeah, that is something else. Not, definitely not, a toy. That electrical signal, that goes back and forth, when the mind and the body are disagreeing, and then the truth sets in? Electrical storm, lightning fast, and quite a jolt. I am more awake now, that's all I'm saying. Yeah, and I'll wash my hands again, again... Yeah. Later.
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I let Sam in, as she wishes. I think there was one of their toys on the floor. I can't remember if it was there before I let her in or not, but I thought so. Anyway, for sure on the way back, I decided to move the toy. Gah! Dead mouse. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a heart attack. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't fear dead things, if I also don't prefer them as play toys. However, the difference between grabbing what you thought was a toy and ending up picking up a dead critter is... texturally and mentally... a bit different. Double Gah! So I dropped it and grabbed a paper towel with which to extricate it. Well, and dead things, freshly killed, release all of their parasites. Bugs, especially small ones, really... those things... yeah...
Since it wasn't ripped open and mostly eaten, I am thinking that it probably was there first. Sam will bring me mice, mind you. But half of them. The hindquarters usually. When killing is good she likes to share, is proud. Sassy is too... spoiled on "good food" to eat. My guess is she either caught one, or found on in the trap I still have set in the basement. It's a live trap, and open (at least for cats), so... Still, I wish I could be more sure. I'm pretty sure it was there on my way to the door though. I'm just pulling for Sassy to at least be a mouse killer. I don't mind her tastes as for food, so long as she is a mouse hunter, killer. I love my ladies to be killers. It... pleases pop's dark old black heart. Beauty and beast. Poetic, practical, delicious.
Oh, that... feeling of death in a creature though... Yeah, that is something else. Not, definitely not, a toy. That electrical signal, that goes back and forth, when the mind and the body are disagreeing, and then the truth sets in? Electrical storm, lightning fast, and quite a jolt. I am more awake now, that's all I'm saying. Yeah, and I'll wash my hands again, again... Yeah. Later.
Not sure.
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There seems to be a small problem with function. I don't think I am still tired from camping. I have recovered, probably a week or two ago. I remain in some form of malaise, but of what form I cannot tell. I'll keep pushing and setting goals and doing what I can. Confusion and exhaustion are symptoms of the plague of living so close to death, I suspect. At least I know why. And, I can, at times, do more... if some wouldn't exactly suggest I can do much more.
I just got a call, inviting me out. It is difficult to explain this to some. They don't understand. Doesn't everybody jump out of bed at 6:00 and go do stuff by 9:00 or 10:00? Well... no. I just woke up! Well, woke? I just GOT up. I won't be awake until noon, or so. A shower? Some days it could happen, some days I can force it. Not this day. And dressing and grooming afterward? Right away? I think not.
My notions have nothing to do with it, or I would be working 60-80 hour weeks, and putting in 30 hours on the home, and another 20 for work, somehow, on the weekends. It's how I rolled until I fell. Seriously, I was bound for workaholism. I was working, bringing in some money, for house and self at least in the summers, from 10 on. Wasn't just the money, it was the intent. I didn't like being poor and wasn't prone to boredom. Eventually would have created revenue streams with savings and startup side jobs that I turned over to employees, while choosing a main career or business to run for the most part. Not easy, easy for one or more to fail or to lose the good employees and have to reseed, but... that's how my mind worked. It still does, I simply have no means of enacting such. Even as a poor kid, I always, always, had money. Always. Somewhere. Money, even then, was access... and power... not luxury.
Never mind. A bit annoyed at my continuing lethargy. I'll try to get to that sink today, but I will start by checking the screen and looking for a hidden water regulator. Failing that, the flexhoses, and if all else fails, I'll take out the whole faucet and do a teardown and inspection. THEN, once some form of success has been had, I will begin the same process in the bathroom sink, on the faucet in there. Actually, on that one, I strongly suspect it to be a water regulator. It spurts water out, more than having it flow. And, it is much easier to reach, take out if necessary, and such. Further, at some point, I may muck about with the last (still new) faucet that I replaced the original faucet with. It may, if I find that it just has a clogged regulator that can easily be removed, be wrapped and set aside as a spare. I may also go down and try to seriously, vigorously, studiously, track the water lines. I would like to figure out if the water lines have anything odd on them, and if their placement might be part of the problem. Today? Well, some of it, or so it is hoped. When? Uhrm... later. I really do have to spend two to four hours waking up. I'm a diesel, not a gasoline, engine! And an antique one. Urhm, or.... that's what I'm going with for now. Bleh.
I actually went to bed by 23:00. Forgot the alarm. Woke at 7:30 and went to roll out of bed. But didn't. Woke at 9:00, and again, went to get out of bed. Finally woke at about 10:00-10:30... somewhere in there. This time I refused the notion of getting up, only to close my eyes just for a second, and kicked out before I could... think about it. Crazy morning. Felt like I was in a sleep trap. *laughs* Ah well, I do try.
Later.
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There seems to be a small problem with function. I don't think I am still tired from camping. I have recovered, probably a week or two ago. I remain in some form of malaise, but of what form I cannot tell. I'll keep pushing and setting goals and doing what I can. Confusion and exhaustion are symptoms of the plague of living so close to death, I suspect. At least I know why. And, I can, at times, do more... if some wouldn't exactly suggest I can do much more.
I just got a call, inviting me out. It is difficult to explain this to some. They don't understand. Doesn't everybody jump out of bed at 6:00 and go do stuff by 9:00 or 10:00? Well... no. I just woke up! Well, woke? I just GOT up. I won't be awake until noon, or so. A shower? Some days it could happen, some days I can force it. Not this day. And dressing and grooming afterward? Right away? I think not.
My notions have nothing to do with it, or I would be working 60-80 hour weeks, and putting in 30 hours on the home, and another 20 for work, somehow, on the weekends. It's how I rolled until I fell. Seriously, I was bound for workaholism. I was working, bringing in some money, for house and self at least in the summers, from 10 on. Wasn't just the money, it was the intent. I didn't like being poor and wasn't prone to boredom. Eventually would have created revenue streams with savings and startup side jobs that I turned over to employees, while choosing a main career or business to run for the most part. Not easy, easy for one or more to fail or to lose the good employees and have to reseed, but... that's how my mind worked. It still does, I simply have no means of enacting such. Even as a poor kid, I always, always, had money. Always. Somewhere. Money, even then, was access... and power... not luxury.
Never mind. A bit annoyed at my continuing lethargy. I'll try to get to that sink today, but I will start by checking the screen and looking for a hidden water regulator. Failing that, the flexhoses, and if all else fails, I'll take out the whole faucet and do a teardown and inspection. THEN, once some form of success has been had, I will begin the same process in the bathroom sink, on the faucet in there. Actually, on that one, I strongly suspect it to be a water regulator. It spurts water out, more than having it flow. And, it is much easier to reach, take out if necessary, and such. Further, at some point, I may muck about with the last (still new) faucet that I replaced the original faucet with. It may, if I find that it just has a clogged regulator that can easily be removed, be wrapped and set aside as a spare. I may also go down and try to seriously, vigorously, studiously, track the water lines. I would like to figure out if the water lines have anything odd on them, and if their placement might be part of the problem. Today? Well, some of it, or so it is hoped. When? Uhrm... later. I really do have to spend two to four hours waking up. I'm a diesel, not a gasoline, engine! And an antique one. Urhm, or.... that's what I'm going with for now. Bleh.
I actually went to bed by 23:00. Forgot the alarm. Woke at 7:30 and went to roll out of bed. But didn't. Woke at 9:00, and again, went to get out of bed. Finally woke at about 10:00-10:30... somewhere in there. This time I refused the notion of getting up, only to close my eyes just for a second, and kicked out before I could... think about it. Crazy morning. Felt like I was in a sleep trap. *laughs* Ah well, I do try.
Later.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Eat too much, much?
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Not much. But tonight I did. All but one slice of that large pizza. No worries, I'm paying for it, on several fronts. God did set things up in a certain way. Then again, it's not like I get to do this often. And, it is a holiday! Bleh. Thanksgiving bloat, right ch'ere. I'll get over it.
Nothing got... wait... I did water the plants and find the plumber's wrench. That is something. Not much, but... something. I am sort of toast lately, it's just the way of it. Well, I am brushing and taking medicine regularly. There is that. But, yeah. I'll try to push a bit harder next week. I do what I can, usually, to the best of my knowledge, and sometimes more. The thing is I never know until after if I've done too much. Trying to throttle, when the engines can cook themselves one day while not even hitting second gear the next, with the same throttle pull... is... well... tricky, frustrating, infuriating even. Meh, I just classified my body as an antique. It's not really for business anymore. Or pleasure. Just eye candy. *grins* Eye sore, eye candy, hush...
I do think I'll get to bed early, shortly. It has been a pleasant day. Good night.
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Not much. But tonight I did. All but one slice of that large pizza. No worries, I'm paying for it, on several fronts. God did set things up in a certain way. Then again, it's not like I get to do this often. And, it is a holiday! Bleh. Thanksgiving bloat, right ch'ere. I'll get over it.
Nothing got... wait... I did water the plants and find the plumber's wrench. That is something. Not much, but... something. I am sort of toast lately, it's just the way of it. Well, I am brushing and taking medicine regularly. There is that. But, yeah. I'll try to push a bit harder next week. I do what I can, usually, to the best of my knowledge, and sometimes more. The thing is I never know until after if I've done too much. Trying to throttle, when the engines can cook themselves one day while not even hitting second gear the next, with the same throttle pull... is... well... tricky, frustrating, infuriating even. Meh, I just classified my body as an antique. It's not really for business anymore. Or pleasure. Just eye candy. *grins* Eye sore, eye candy, hush...
I do think I'll get to bed early, shortly. It has been a pleasant day. Good night.
Cover crop and pizza.
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I called about the the garden. He was going to call, himself. He just got back from a trip to England. Just a fluke of a thing, but... I am hoping, when he shows up, to be in condition to chat about that. However, he said the crop planted isn't a production, but cover crop, or... some such. They won't be planting until this fall? The connection wasn't great, and it sounded as if he were busy. I did ask if the time was okay to talk, and he said yes, but I think he breaks himself to try to be polite. Anyway... So, that is arranged.
It all seems okay now. I had been a bit worried, but you never know until you know. Mountain meet molehill. Now laugh, damn it! :p
Oh, and I have decided to order a pizza for pickup. I wish they delivered, but that isn't the way it goes. All good, it'll get me off my duff. Hmm, a mostly meat pizza, one of their specialties, but... hold the Canadian bacon and green peppers and add extra peperoni and either Italian sausage or mozzarella. I'll flip a coin as I am calling. Hmm... might just pay the bit extra for the extra? Yeah, why not. It's not like I do this every day, and I think it's just a buck. Mostly meat, some mushroom, and a bit extra. Sounds good to me. It is a weekend, and a holiday? Sheesh, no one ever tells me anything. I'm firing my office manager. Since I am it, and no one else around, I'll fire myself and hire myself into a new position... Hrmm... Chief executive sounds good. A promotion for a lousy job? Hey, I'm like the government elites!
Later.
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Went with their "triple threat", a pizza with some special cheese blend and three types of peperoni. Plus you can have two toppings of choice. Italian sausage and extra cheese sounded good. You never quite know what bait will get you on the hook until you take a closer look, do you? Ha! Fifteen to twenty minutes. I'd rather now:30, but... How to time it so that I'm not just standing around in the restaurant while waiting, but not have it cool off? It's a physics problem, technically, without any real resolution, only probabilities. And probabilities aren't so much probabilities but a huge collection of improbabilities stacked to look like they mean something. All but an infinitely small section of them is incorrect. Still, I like fishing and I usually don't bring home fish? Yeah. And, generally, I wouldn't get paid as much to fish, if I think that... is about to be corrected, at least on the math, and academic, side of things. Oh yes it is.
Doh! Pizza. Later!
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I called about the the garden. He was going to call, himself. He just got back from a trip to England. Just a fluke of a thing, but... I am hoping, when he shows up, to be in condition to chat about that. However, he said the crop planted isn't a production, but cover crop, or... some such. They won't be planting until this fall? The connection wasn't great, and it sounded as if he were busy. I did ask if the time was okay to talk, and he said yes, but I think he breaks himself to try to be polite. Anyway... So, that is arranged.
It all seems okay now. I had been a bit worried, but you never know until you know. Mountain meet molehill. Now laugh, damn it! :p
Oh, and I have decided to order a pizza for pickup. I wish they delivered, but that isn't the way it goes. All good, it'll get me off my duff. Hmm, a mostly meat pizza, one of their specialties, but... hold the Canadian bacon and green peppers and add extra peperoni and either Italian sausage or mozzarella. I'll flip a coin as I am calling. Hmm... might just pay the bit extra for the extra? Yeah, why not. It's not like I do this every day, and I think it's just a buck. Mostly meat, some mushroom, and a bit extra. Sounds good to me. It is a weekend, and a holiday? Sheesh, no one ever tells me anything. I'm firing my office manager. Since I am it, and no one else around, I'll fire myself and hire myself into a new position... Hrmm... Chief executive sounds good. A promotion for a lousy job? Hey, I'm like the government elites!
Later.
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Went with their "triple threat", a pizza with some special cheese blend and three types of peperoni. Plus you can have two toppings of choice. Italian sausage and extra cheese sounded good. You never quite know what bait will get you on the hook until you take a closer look, do you? Ha! Fifteen to twenty minutes. I'd rather now:30, but... How to time it so that I'm not just standing around in the restaurant while waiting, but not have it cool off? It's a physics problem, technically, without any real resolution, only probabilities. And probabilities aren't so much probabilities but a huge collection of improbabilities stacked to look like they mean something. All but an infinitely small section of them is incorrect. Still, I like fishing and I usually don't bring home fish? Yeah. And, generally, I wouldn't get paid as much to fish, if I think that... is about to be corrected, at least on the math, and academic, side of things. Oh yes it is.
Doh! Pizza. Later!
Something special about that lad.
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Well, that's what I remembered hearing. And, even I knew it was true. Nothing has changed.
I went outside, and, checking the sun and clouds, guesstimated about this and that. It looks like the sun is probably past being able to burn the plants, and more, it looks like the clouds are building and blocking even more of the sun if I doubt rain is in the mix. So I just go to it. The sprayer leaks just a bit, but the hose itself has a shutoff that holds. No water was near the hose when I went out. Spray, this one, then the next, and so on. They are looking good but only time really tells. One bunch of flowers had tilted a bit, so I straightened them... hand tight. A few more sprayings of each, and that job looks done and right. Monday or Tuesday will see to them being watered just a wee more.
Back in the cave I decided to look for the plumber's wrench first. It's an easy thing to miss. While long, heavy in the hand, with both black and chrome bits, it can fit a very thin profile and I don't have my tools back into arrangement. It took just a bit of digging. Not only was it found, of course, in the last drawer I looked. It was also found in the last drawer in which it might have been. One is bad luck, one is good common sense. :) It's profile had made it nearly impossible to simply spot, as it had aligned itself with the front of the drawer.
That found, I headed to the sink. I needed more room, so decided to remove the drain and trap piping. That also allowed me to removed the old water tank. I am not sure if I will use that as a spare, or set it up in tandem, or something like that. But, for now, I need the room where it had been sitting. Easy enough. Lots of water in there, in the piping that I pulled out, but I carefully manipulated it so that it wouldn't spill out everywhere. I ALMOST drained it into the sink. The sink in which, under which really, I had just removed the drain, the drain I was holding, the drain I was considering dumping into the sink... Am I going in circles yet? Anyway... A quick rethink lent to seeing me set the drain piping, with the nasty water, in the sink in such a way that it would not spill, tilt and spill, or such. Then I noticed coffee. Almost out. Another pot sounded good. One thing at a time, you know.
So, I filled the coffee pot. Using the r.o. water faucet. Drip, drip, drip-drip-splash. Oh! The water valve was still on! So I grabbed a cup and put under the drip. Ah, but that's not going to hold all the water! Twelve cups of used water, times three or four due to how r.o. works, going down the drain, isn't going to fit in a two cup container. Ah, a pan in the sink... But what is in it? Ah, water from the last r.o., before I changed it out. What was left of it, maybe a gallon? I had used most of it, watering the cats, a sip here and there, making coffee, or whatnot. I had also forgotten about it. So... what do you, naturally, do, if you have a pot full of water and want to empty it quickly to use for something else? Why you dump it in the sink. The sink I had just spent a bit of time removing the drain piping from, and going through other water problems, which is... why I was emptying the pot. Gah! Right down the drain.
Yeah... I'll have a cup of the old coffee and use it up. Then another cup. As I let the area dry out a bit. A towel will help but... Special. Maybe extra special. Ah but it was a beautiful thing. And... no... it doesn't always work out that way. Idiot savant, of the home improvement sector, I should think. When it works, when I do it right, it's beautiful. When I don't, even that is beautiful. If the latter is not in the form that women always appreciate, or myself if I'm not in the mood for it. Today it was just a funny. A good story. Hope you enjoy.
Later.
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Well, that's what I remembered hearing. And, even I knew it was true. Nothing has changed.
I went outside, and, checking the sun and clouds, guesstimated about this and that. It looks like the sun is probably past being able to burn the plants, and more, it looks like the clouds are building and blocking even more of the sun if I doubt rain is in the mix. So I just go to it. The sprayer leaks just a bit, but the hose itself has a shutoff that holds. No water was near the hose when I went out. Spray, this one, then the next, and so on. They are looking good but only time really tells. One bunch of flowers had tilted a bit, so I straightened them... hand tight. A few more sprayings of each, and that job looks done and right. Monday or Tuesday will see to them being watered just a wee more.
Back in the cave I decided to look for the plumber's wrench first. It's an easy thing to miss. While long, heavy in the hand, with both black and chrome bits, it can fit a very thin profile and I don't have my tools back into arrangement. It took just a bit of digging. Not only was it found, of course, in the last drawer I looked. It was also found in the last drawer in which it might have been. One is bad luck, one is good common sense. :) It's profile had made it nearly impossible to simply spot, as it had aligned itself with the front of the drawer.
That found, I headed to the sink. I needed more room, so decided to remove the drain and trap piping. That also allowed me to removed the old water tank. I am not sure if I will use that as a spare, or set it up in tandem, or something like that. But, for now, I need the room where it had been sitting. Easy enough. Lots of water in there, in the piping that I pulled out, but I carefully manipulated it so that it wouldn't spill out everywhere. I ALMOST drained it into the sink. The sink in which, under which really, I had just removed the drain, the drain I was holding, the drain I was considering dumping into the sink... Am I going in circles yet? Anyway... A quick rethink lent to seeing me set the drain piping, with the nasty water, in the sink in such a way that it would not spill, tilt and spill, or such. Then I noticed coffee. Almost out. Another pot sounded good. One thing at a time, you know.
So, I filled the coffee pot. Using the r.o. water faucet. Drip, drip, drip-drip-splash. Oh! The water valve was still on! So I grabbed a cup and put under the drip. Ah, but that's not going to hold all the water! Twelve cups of used water, times three or four due to how r.o. works, going down the drain, isn't going to fit in a two cup container. Ah, a pan in the sink... But what is in it? Ah, water from the last r.o., before I changed it out. What was left of it, maybe a gallon? I had used most of it, watering the cats, a sip here and there, making coffee, or whatnot. I had also forgotten about it. So... what do you, naturally, do, if you have a pot full of water and want to empty it quickly to use for something else? Why you dump it in the sink. The sink I had just spent a bit of time removing the drain piping from, and going through other water problems, which is... why I was emptying the pot. Gah! Right down the drain.
Yeah... I'll have a cup of the old coffee and use it up. Then another cup. As I let the area dry out a bit. A towel will help but... Special. Maybe extra special. Ah but it was a beautiful thing. And... no... it doesn't always work out that way. Idiot savant, of the home improvement sector, I should think. When it works, when I do it right, it's beautiful. When I don't, even that is beautiful. If the latter is not in the form that women always appreciate, or myself if I'm not in the mood for it. Today it was just a funny. A good story. Hope you enjoy.
Later.
Alivety thirty?
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That, actually, can be any time. Currently it is five past 14:00. I've, mostly, been moping and waking. Thorns in the side, and whatnot. Oh, sure, leaving wounds alone seems the wiser. But the psychic tongue cannot always be stayed. And, there is something to be said for the salty sweet that only tears can offer. It has been a good time, though. What I mean by alivety thirty is that I think I can get to something. There seems to be a bit of life in the old boy yet, is all. So...
Hmm... now to brush my teeth, check to see if medicines were taken, then get on to the sink. It would be nicer if they made the cabinet under the sinks just a wee bigger, mind you. If I ever get to redoing the cabinets, that will be kept in mind. The two things that would help would be just a bit more length of counter space and a bit more height. The absolutely cram the piping in behind the counter, right up to the wall. Even smaller guys have trouble, as it's a matter of using odd, mocked up tools, that aren't really good but they are all that is available, to screw and unscrew nuts in a space no fingers, or other tools, can really reach. Seriously? Who thought this up. Ah. Plumber unions. There you go. It's how they get away with overcharging, part of it. Yeah. Anyway... something to think about if I ever decide to build kitchen cabinets. I just have to remember not to fill that extra space with a bigger sink. Even three inches back there would allow a real tool to be used.
Never mind. Right now all I can do is grump about it and... work with what I have. I have to find the plumber's wrench and get busy. Hmm... and make sure the water shutoff valves work. I don't trust anything, especially if I did it... or someone else did it, even worse if both someone else and myself worked on it. :p Yeah, I'm that kind of guy. The faster I get started, the quicker I will tire. Wait, I mean, the quicker I will finish... or get to the next stage in what is supposed to be a single stage event. Bah! Oh, ignore me. I actually enjoy this, when I can get to it, more so when I finish and have a functioning system. I just enjoy negging it a bit, to soften it up, before I start. :)
I never did water the flowers yesterday. I'll do that right first thing, since it seems as if it has been partly cloudy... if the sun has gone far enough. I know, if I water them, even if it is partly cloudy, and the sun can get to them? It WILL come out and burn them to a crisp. Just... no, really, just... trust me. At least I know the rules, how things work, and such... a bit. Later.
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That, actually, can be any time. Currently it is five past 14:00. I've, mostly, been moping and waking. Thorns in the side, and whatnot. Oh, sure, leaving wounds alone seems the wiser. But the psychic tongue cannot always be stayed. And, there is something to be said for the salty sweet that only tears can offer. It has been a good time, though. What I mean by alivety thirty is that I think I can get to something. There seems to be a bit of life in the old boy yet, is all. So...
Hmm... now to brush my teeth, check to see if medicines were taken, then get on to the sink. It would be nicer if they made the cabinet under the sinks just a wee bigger, mind you. If I ever get to redoing the cabinets, that will be kept in mind. The two things that would help would be just a bit more length of counter space and a bit more height. The absolutely cram the piping in behind the counter, right up to the wall. Even smaller guys have trouble, as it's a matter of using odd, mocked up tools, that aren't really good but they are all that is available, to screw and unscrew nuts in a space no fingers, or other tools, can really reach. Seriously? Who thought this up. Ah. Plumber unions. There you go. It's how they get away with overcharging, part of it. Yeah. Anyway... something to think about if I ever decide to build kitchen cabinets. I just have to remember not to fill that extra space with a bigger sink. Even three inches back there would allow a real tool to be used.
Never mind. Right now all I can do is grump about it and... work with what I have. I have to find the plumber's wrench and get busy. Hmm... and make sure the water shutoff valves work. I don't trust anything, especially if I did it... or someone else did it, even worse if both someone else and myself worked on it. :p Yeah, I'm that kind of guy. The faster I get started, the quicker I will tire. Wait, I mean, the quicker I will finish... or get to the next stage in what is supposed to be a single stage event. Bah! Oh, ignore me. I actually enjoy this, when I can get to it, more so when I finish and have a functioning system. I just enjoy negging it a bit, to soften it up, before I start. :)
I never did water the flowers yesterday. I'll do that right first thing, since it seems as if it has been partly cloudy... if the sun has gone far enough. I know, if I water them, even if it is partly cloudy, and the sun can get to them? It WILL come out and burn them to a crisp. Just... no, really, just... trust me. At least I know the rules, how things work, and such... a bit. Later.
Good morning, people.
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I was a bit worried about this morning after *cough* last night. I actually didn't have all that much. It did hit like a hammer though. Oh, maybe five or six mixed, or the equivalent. This morning is just fine. Not even a little fuzz. However, my days continue to slip. That has more to do with being unable to sleep at night, early enough. I am not sure what to do about that but I'm thinking.
Oh, right. I told you yesterday, that I would tell you, tomorrow, what is better than fresh coffee in the morning. So, I will tell you... tomorrow! Just kidding. What is, truly, better than fresh coffee in the morning? You coffee lovers know. Nothing! Ah well. But there it is. Hope it was worth the wait.
I have goals, again, today. Getting the kitchen sink to flow is the primary goal. No sweating, so... Now, a suggestion came in that perhaps the screen on the tap might be the problem. I WILL check that, but it's a new faucet. As was the one before it that had this same problem, and the one before it that was here when I moved in... with the same problem. None of their screens were the problem, but... I will check. Mostly as a last resort, because what I found in changing the other two screens was that could end up being a death sentence for those screens, getting new ones is far from as easy as just asking at the hardware store, and even getting them back on is a trick akin to learning to ride a bicycle for the first time. Still, if the flex-hoses are good, I will be removing the faucet whole and begin... exploring. I... dread this part. I break things so easily.
If I can get to that, and get that going... finished... actually... then I want to change the valves in the bathroom so I can shut the water off right there, plus figure out why the flow is so poor in there. This is not going to be a fun set of tasks. And... I'm not sure what to do if none of it works. Replacing the faucet in the sink twice, in the end with an absolutely top notch faucet, did not work. So the problem isn't with three different faucets, but the system, somehow. A plumber? So expensive. I fear that, sweat it. Time will tell.
Uhrm, assuming I can regain focus and begin the work today. The sooner I start, the faster I will know if I can fix the problem. It's an ugly thing but it's what I have. And... I sort of like doing these sorts of things if I didn't feel so pressed for easy, fast, success. It never seems to ends up easy, it's never fast, it always takes longer than suspected, it dries me out and washes me up... but... Yeah. At least I am starting off with a good day. Later.
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I was a bit worried about this morning after *cough* last night. I actually didn't have all that much. It did hit like a hammer though. Oh, maybe five or six mixed, or the equivalent. This morning is just fine. Not even a little fuzz. However, my days continue to slip. That has more to do with being unable to sleep at night, early enough. I am not sure what to do about that but I'm thinking.
Oh, right. I told you yesterday, that I would tell you, tomorrow, what is better than fresh coffee in the morning. So, I will tell you... tomorrow! Just kidding. What is, truly, better than fresh coffee in the morning? You coffee lovers know. Nothing! Ah well. But there it is. Hope it was worth the wait.
I have goals, again, today. Getting the kitchen sink to flow is the primary goal. No sweating, so... Now, a suggestion came in that perhaps the screen on the tap might be the problem. I WILL check that, but it's a new faucet. As was the one before it that had this same problem, and the one before it that was here when I moved in... with the same problem. None of their screens were the problem, but... I will check. Mostly as a last resort, because what I found in changing the other two screens was that could end up being a death sentence for those screens, getting new ones is far from as easy as just asking at the hardware store, and even getting them back on is a trick akin to learning to ride a bicycle for the first time. Still, if the flex-hoses are good, I will be removing the faucet whole and begin... exploring. I... dread this part. I break things so easily.
If I can get to that, and get that going... finished... actually... then I want to change the valves in the bathroom so I can shut the water off right there, plus figure out why the flow is so poor in there. This is not going to be a fun set of tasks. And... I'm not sure what to do if none of it works. Replacing the faucet in the sink twice, in the end with an absolutely top notch faucet, did not work. So the problem isn't with three different faucets, but the system, somehow. A plumber? So expensive. I fear that, sweat it. Time will tell.
Uhrm, assuming I can regain focus and begin the work today. The sooner I start, the faster I will know if I can fix the problem. It's an ugly thing but it's what I have. And... I sort of like doing these sorts of things if I didn't feel so pressed for easy, fast, success. It never seems to ends up easy, it's never fast, it always takes longer than suspected, it dries me out and washes me up... but... Yeah. At least I am starting off with a good day. Later.
Friday, May 30, 2014
Bedtime already?
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I came out, sat at the machine, tended a few notions here and elsewhere, then made a plan of attack. As I mentioned, the kitchen sink faucet is not running, pretty much at all. A trickle goes through. The new valves did not fix that. So, I fully intended to get to the flex-hoses and the faucet itself, if need be. A great plan. I made some coffee, and... enjoyed that. I listened to music. I checked blogs, and the "news". I got up, every once in a while. To use the restroom, which I cleaned on my rounds. To get more coffee. I just could not get to my intended. Simply couldn't. I'd bend over, pick up a tool, and become confused. Yes, as little as I did yesterday, it was enough that rest was required today.
You do realize, if forced to flee or die, I'd shoot the threat (and then maybe die), don't you? If I can't run, I won't. Nothing will ever chase me to death. And unless it's a tank, one way or another I will do some damage. Hmm... even if it is a tank, maybe. If I am going to die... might as well do it creatively, not just standing there, even if I can't run. Some days I might run for cover, or drop and roll. Some days... not so much. Today was a "not so much" day. Not much I can do about that.
Still, it was a pleasant day. My post about dragons... actually zinged me pretty good. But I am almost over the sting. Yes, the price... higher than the value. All life without God, Wisdom, Salvation, is more expensive than it is worth, no matter how alluring or titillating it can be. Filling the belly, but denying the soul. Handling the libido but producing nothing but sorrow. Finding justice by becoming criminal. Empty. Dead. The price, if you live long enough to change, is memory. And a continued want. That fire, she's a bitch. And she burns everything. And she is you. Even if you surrender foolishness. Better, far better, late then never. Christ suggests the shepherd will go after the one, leaving the many. And so He did. Bahhh. :) These wounds, I do believe, will also one day be mended. But not today. So I weep, sometimes. Through my most grievous fault.
And yet, still a good day. Tears of regret are another form of tears of joy, even for an alligator. Good night.
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I came out, sat at the machine, tended a few notions here and elsewhere, then made a plan of attack. As I mentioned, the kitchen sink faucet is not running, pretty much at all. A trickle goes through. The new valves did not fix that. So, I fully intended to get to the flex-hoses and the faucet itself, if need be. A great plan. I made some coffee, and... enjoyed that. I listened to music. I checked blogs, and the "news". I got up, every once in a while. To use the restroom, which I cleaned on my rounds. To get more coffee. I just could not get to my intended. Simply couldn't. I'd bend over, pick up a tool, and become confused. Yes, as little as I did yesterday, it was enough that rest was required today.
You do realize, if forced to flee or die, I'd shoot the threat (and then maybe die), don't you? If I can't run, I won't. Nothing will ever chase me to death. And unless it's a tank, one way or another I will do some damage. Hmm... even if it is a tank, maybe. If I am going to die... might as well do it creatively, not just standing there, even if I can't run. Some days I might run for cover, or drop and roll. Some days... not so much. Today was a "not so much" day. Not much I can do about that.
Still, it was a pleasant day. My post about dragons... actually zinged me pretty good. But I am almost over the sting. Yes, the price... higher than the value. All life without God, Wisdom, Salvation, is more expensive than it is worth, no matter how alluring or titillating it can be. Filling the belly, but denying the soul. Handling the libido but producing nothing but sorrow. Finding justice by becoming criminal. Empty. Dead. The price, if you live long enough to change, is memory. And a continued want. That fire, she's a bitch. And she burns everything. And she is you. Even if you surrender foolishness. Better, far better, late then never. Christ suggests the shepherd will go after the one, leaving the many. And so He did. Bahhh. :) These wounds, I do believe, will also one day be mended. But not today. So I weep, sometimes. Through my most grievous fault.
And yet, still a good day. Tears of regret are another form of tears of joy, even for an alligator. Good night.
When is and is it not God?
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I have heard athletes and movie stars suggest that their fame and fortune involves God. While success in those fields, given the numbers of those interested in being a part of it, is probably slightly rarefied, I suspect God had nothing to do with it beyond starting the whole ball rolling in the first places. At that point choices by present folk, and of course our predecessors, played a roll. Probability is what it is to include chaos theory; and maybe a few other events, some perhaps peripherally dealing with God, leading into our time... such as how the flood changed how things where, so are today. But God did not come down and suggest to some talent scout to pick So-and Whoositz. Beyond, considering the Hollywood, and "atheletic" set, and what goes on behind the scenes, I have great doubt that God, if He were to get involved, would do anything but keep people out of those viper pits.
Look, if you died and yet live... if you had a terminal illness and just "impossibly" got better... if the sun stops in the sky and the oceans turn red? Yeah, that might have something to do with God. Much else? I am quite dubious. Yes, I would have wanted to see the wounds. Yes, I would have checked them closely. But neither did Christ lament, or repudiate St. Thomas. Nor will God do so today. Miracles? Sure. But your job, health, long life, or how many pencils you have... not so much.
Many people, including myself, make the mistake of confusing God with rarity. While I have been dead three times, over a usually quickly terminal illness which I have unbelievably lived with for decades beyond the life expectancy of such... I don't think God, truly, did anything but... start the ball rolling. Choices, in the past, before my time, by people I have never heard of, both in my line and outside of it, lead to my birth, in a place and time, where with what I was born with, I was able to survive. Nothing more... probably. God does throw curve-balls though, and has His own reasons and intent, both built in and through involvements. Nothing is certain until it is or isn't.
Chance? Not... quite. Willed chance, by God, but not His direct command or even direct involvement. Choice is involved, but obviously is not how things run. A reality brew, you might say, concocted of many ingredients and processes. So many things are wrongly construed. If it is bad, could it be God? Why... yes. Easily. Happily should one have entertained Wisdom, if perhaps only in time. We are, after all, truly just human. A true martyr will receive rewards like few others. Job learned harshly, but held and was rewarded even here. Rain will fall on the house of the good and evil. It just will.
Oh, by the way... My mother has finally, after many years of not and no likelihood of starting, started attending church. I have prayed for this for... many years. She knew my intent but had her own. Funny, she is in church while I... sit here at home? Ah, but, it isn't as it seems. Should I be in a coma, it would make more sense. None would question it. My health makes... exact hour attendance quite a... trick. Alive, but, often, not. You, most of you, think nothing of showering, grooming, dressing, and being somewhere at precisely the half hour before the hour. For me that is akin to a tactical operation, involving every bit of effort and concentration I can pull together. And, even so, it fails quite often. I have gotten it all done, and headed toward the door, many times, to look at the clock and see the time has... passed. Not just minutes late, sometimes hours. It is not impossible to have done so on the wrong day... or did it just take... a... really... long... time... *shrug* Time... doesn't quite mean the same to you and to me, I think. Still, I was quite pleased, and I will... work... in the next month... to try to make it, and be with her at church, if only in spirit through time and space. If the dead can raise the dead, there be yet hope.
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I have heard athletes and movie stars suggest that their fame and fortune involves God. While success in those fields, given the numbers of those interested in being a part of it, is probably slightly rarefied, I suspect God had nothing to do with it beyond starting the whole ball rolling in the first places. At that point choices by present folk, and of course our predecessors, played a roll. Probability is what it is to include chaos theory; and maybe a few other events, some perhaps peripherally dealing with God, leading into our time... such as how the flood changed how things where, so are today. But God did not come down and suggest to some talent scout to pick So-and Whoositz. Beyond, considering the Hollywood, and "atheletic" set, and what goes on behind the scenes, I have great doubt that God, if He were to get involved, would do anything but keep people out of those viper pits.
Look, if you died and yet live... if you had a terminal illness and just "impossibly" got better... if the sun stops in the sky and the oceans turn red? Yeah, that might have something to do with God. Much else? I am quite dubious. Yes, I would have wanted to see the wounds. Yes, I would have checked them closely. But neither did Christ lament, or repudiate St. Thomas. Nor will God do so today. Miracles? Sure. But your job, health, long life, or how many pencils you have... not so much.
Many people, including myself, make the mistake of confusing God with rarity. While I have been dead three times, over a usually quickly terminal illness which I have unbelievably lived with for decades beyond the life expectancy of such... I don't think God, truly, did anything but... start the ball rolling. Choices, in the past, before my time, by people I have never heard of, both in my line and outside of it, lead to my birth, in a place and time, where with what I was born with, I was able to survive. Nothing more... probably. God does throw curve-balls though, and has His own reasons and intent, both built in and through involvements. Nothing is certain until it is or isn't.
Chance? Not... quite. Willed chance, by God, but not His direct command or even direct involvement. Choice is involved, but obviously is not how things run. A reality brew, you might say, concocted of many ingredients and processes. So many things are wrongly construed. If it is bad, could it be God? Why... yes. Easily. Happily should one have entertained Wisdom, if perhaps only in time. We are, after all, truly just human. A true martyr will receive rewards like few others. Job learned harshly, but held and was rewarded even here. Rain will fall on the house of the good and evil. It just will.
Oh, by the way... My mother has finally, after many years of not and no likelihood of starting, started attending church. I have prayed for this for... many years. She knew my intent but had her own. Funny, she is in church while I... sit here at home? Ah, but, it isn't as it seems. Should I be in a coma, it would make more sense. None would question it. My health makes... exact hour attendance quite a... trick. Alive, but, often, not. You, most of you, think nothing of showering, grooming, dressing, and being somewhere at precisely the half hour before the hour. For me that is akin to a tactical operation, involving every bit of effort and concentration I can pull together. And, even so, it fails quite often. I have gotten it all done, and headed toward the door, many times, to look at the clock and see the time has... passed. Not just minutes late, sometimes hours. It is not impossible to have done so on the wrong day... or did it just take... a... really... long... time... *shrug* Time... doesn't quite mean the same to you and to me, I think. Still, I was quite pleased, and I will... work... in the next month... to try to make it, and be with her at church, if only in spirit through time and space. If the dead can raise the dead, there be yet hope.
Down late, up late.
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It may not rhyme but it makes perfect sense. And that trumps rhyming. I called the pizza place. Despite advertising online, where I saw it, that they were open until 22:00, they actually closed at 21:00. I wish they would keep up with their online, business, blogs. Yes, you have to have some idea of what you are doing to fix that. But this isn't rocket science. I'll cut them a break. Their pizzas are worth it. Maybe that was a recent change, or the guy in charge of the blog left and now it's just... out there, on it's own. Wendy's. They have one in a local town. They also have a McDonalds. If I eat in that town, I don't eat at McDonalds unless I am eating in. They have a tendency to put out old fries, I suppose unless they know you or something. Several different times, so... I just won't shop there anymore. Wendy's worked just fine, a triple, no cheese. Usually I don't like their fries. I think they have changed something, because I actually did last night, and it wasn't just hunger. I did the tiny bite and slow/fast chew test, and several other. Their fries, at least last night, seemed rather good. Maybe not quite McDonalds (fresh) fries, but not horrible, or three-off, or 'old' before they were even cooked... Something. I might have to try them again today just to see if my notions hold. I like some surprises.
What is better than a cup of fresh coffee in the morning? As I sip a cup for the second day in a row, after a bit of involuntary time off, I have had time to consider time with, and without, it. I prefer fresh ground, and French roast, heavy... say four to five dosers per pot. Oh, that isn't as thick as some make it. Desert Cat uses almost that much per cup, but does a fast press, so... doesn't get it all. Still... even so... that is a lot stronger. And some like it weaker. My mother begs for a two doser pot o' coffee, and gets it, when she is here. Well, I do a five doser the first day, then cut it to three, and she is good with that, mostly. But I sure get a lot of work out of her that first day! :) *ducks* I know she is reading this, somehow. So - What is better than coffee, first thing in the morning? Answer below the fold.
To bed somewhere around 0:00, 0:30, after the one, maybe even after the other. Just too jazzed from the late doings and the meal. I did not set the alarm. Still woke at 7:26 or some such. I can't remember... was I already waking, then saw the time... or did I see the time and decide to wake. Little details, but I prefer to remember such things. For decades I have lived without most of the very basic memories along this nature. As I get better, and they become more attainable... I treasure them. I try to hold onto each memory, minor thought along these lines. It's a small thing, maybe unimportant to you. But, before I was mothballed, each little thing was important. It helped in processing success, failure, and what I did that better furthered the one I wanted. And, it was an attitude check. Professionals can't afford some things. Slothful minds are a luxury, one not afforded men working with hard things. I want that back. A relic, only, maybe, if I got it back today. I don't even have to salute anymore, or wear a uniform. Then again, I had it before the service, it was a lifestyle, and I want it back.
Today? Don't know. Feel fairly good, but that doesn't mean I will be energetic. The shoulder blade, knocking on wood, doesn't seem to be hurting anymore. Just a little stiff in the mornings, but without pain above my threshold. It's still there, just right below my threshold. When I concentrate, I can see the other signs indicating some pain still exists. I just don't usually concentrate. Full function has returned, and working doesn't seem to stress the shoulder blade, so... Oh... today? Like I said, I would like to strip the flexi-hoses from under the sink, check those. If they aren't the problem, or not all of the problem, then the faucet will probably be removed and tinkered with. As well, I will definitely, whatever else happens, water the plants again today, probably after the sun has passed them and they have been shaded for an hour or so. Anything else will be pure luck and happenstance.
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It may not rhyme but it makes perfect sense. And that trumps rhyming. I called the pizza place. Despite advertising online, where I saw it, that they were open until 22:00, they actually closed at 21:00. I wish they would keep up with their online, business, blogs. Yes, you have to have some idea of what you are doing to fix that. But this isn't rocket science. I'll cut them a break. Their pizzas are worth it. Maybe that was a recent change, or the guy in charge of the blog left and now it's just... out there, on it's own. Wendy's. They have one in a local town. They also have a McDonalds. If I eat in that town, I don't eat at McDonalds unless I am eating in. They have a tendency to put out old fries, I suppose unless they know you or something. Several different times, so... I just won't shop there anymore. Wendy's worked just fine, a triple, no cheese. Usually I don't like their fries. I think they have changed something, because I actually did last night, and it wasn't just hunger. I did the tiny bite and slow/fast chew test, and several other. Their fries, at least last night, seemed rather good. Maybe not quite McDonalds (fresh) fries, but not horrible, or three-off, or 'old' before they were even cooked... Something. I might have to try them again today just to see if my notions hold. I like some surprises.
What is better than a cup of fresh coffee in the morning? As I sip a cup for the second day in a row, after a bit of involuntary time off, I have had time to consider time with, and without, it. I prefer fresh ground, and French roast, heavy... say four to five dosers per pot. Oh, that isn't as thick as some make it. Desert Cat uses almost that much per cup, but does a fast press, so... doesn't get it all. Still... even so... that is a lot stronger. And some like it weaker. My mother begs for a two doser pot o' coffee, and gets it, when she is here. Well, I do a five doser the first day, then cut it to three, and she is good with that, mostly. But I sure get a lot of work out of her that first day! :) *ducks* I know she is reading this, somehow. So - What is better than coffee, first thing in the morning? Answer below the fold.
To bed somewhere around 0:00, 0:30, after the one, maybe even after the other. Just too jazzed from the late doings and the meal. I did not set the alarm. Still woke at 7:26 or some such. I can't remember... was I already waking, then saw the time... or did I see the time and decide to wake. Little details, but I prefer to remember such things. For decades I have lived without most of the very basic memories along this nature. As I get better, and they become more attainable... I treasure them. I try to hold onto each memory, minor thought along these lines. It's a small thing, maybe unimportant to you. But, before I was mothballed, each little thing was important. It helped in processing success, failure, and what I did that better furthered the one I wanted. And, it was an attitude check. Professionals can't afford some things. Slothful minds are a luxury, one not afforded men working with hard things. I want that back. A relic, only, maybe, if I got it back today. I don't even have to salute anymore, or wear a uniform. Then again, I had it before the service, it was a lifestyle, and I want it back.
Today? Don't know. Feel fairly good, but that doesn't mean I will be energetic. The shoulder blade, knocking on wood, doesn't seem to be hurting anymore. Just a little stiff in the mornings, but without pain above my threshold. It's still there, just right below my threshold. When I concentrate, I can see the other signs indicating some pain still exists. I just don't usually concentrate. Full function has returned, and working doesn't seem to stress the shoulder blade, so... Oh... today? Like I said, I would like to strip the flexi-hoses from under the sink, check those. If they aren't the problem, or not all of the problem, then the faucet will probably be removed and tinkered with. As well, I will definitely, whatever else happens, water the plants again today, probably after the sun has passed them and they have been shaded for an hour or so. Anything else will be pure luck and happenstance.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Yes, yes, no, and a yes to a no.
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I got the last valve on. This time I remembered that I have sealing... go. Plumber's tape is fine, if you can reach in there. It's not so good for wrapping around pipes that are already a stretch to reach, and further are right next to a wall. Goop is your friend. I even bought high temp, high pressure, for an abundance of caution. So it's good for hot and cold, and mostly non-toxic! Whatever. Turning the water on after exchanging valves is... always a time of concern. These held, just fine. The problem is the sink faucet still won't let much water through. Yeah, I know. So, tomorrow, I'll be checking the hoses (didn't do that today, just focused on the valves, one of which was definitely faulty... though if memory serves, they both were. If it isn't the hoses, then I'll have to pull out the faucet and do a tear-down to see if I can't fix it, clear it, whatever.
With the valves holding, I simply didn't want to tinker much more with that. No need to go causing a problem I'm in no shape to mess with. I've already had a shower, twice in one day is pushing it.. But I did water the new plants and flowers. I'll probably soak them again tomorrow, then take that down to twice a week. Hmm... might put that on my e-calendar. Wednesday and Saturday? Tuesday and Friday? Don't know.
Oh, and the yes to a no? I'm hungry. But there is no way I can cook anything with the mess I have going. So... in to town. I think the pizza joint is probably closed. I could call and see if I could order pick up, if they aren't closed. If not, fast food. Oh yes, hungry as a bear.
Good night.
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I got the last valve on. This time I remembered that I have sealing... go. Plumber's tape is fine, if you can reach in there. It's not so good for wrapping around pipes that are already a stretch to reach, and further are right next to a wall. Goop is your friend. I even bought high temp, high pressure, for an abundance of caution. So it's good for hot and cold, and mostly non-toxic! Whatever. Turning the water on after exchanging valves is... always a time of concern. These held, just fine. The problem is the sink faucet still won't let much water through. Yeah, I know. So, tomorrow, I'll be checking the hoses (didn't do that today, just focused on the valves, one of which was definitely faulty... though if memory serves, they both were. If it isn't the hoses, then I'll have to pull out the faucet and do a tear-down to see if I can't fix it, clear it, whatever.
With the valves holding, I simply didn't want to tinker much more with that. No need to go causing a problem I'm in no shape to mess with. I've already had a shower, twice in one day is pushing it.. But I did water the new plants and flowers. I'll probably soak them again tomorrow, then take that down to twice a week. Hmm... might put that on my e-calendar. Wednesday and Saturday? Tuesday and Friday? Don't know.
Oh, and the yes to a no? I'm hungry. But there is no way I can cook anything with the mess I have going. So... in to town. I think the pizza joint is probably closed. I could call and see if I could order pick up, if they aren't closed. If not, fast food. Oh yes, hungry as a bear.
Good night.
Hmm?
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There seemed to have been a miscommunication. All worked out in the end. Flowers were planted. One of the valves has gone in. Another valve and I will call it a day, turn on the water, and spray the newly planted flowers... if the new valves don't leak. I did get the multi-noseled connection found and on, untangled one of the hoses and connected it, then ran it around so that when water comes back on, I'll be able to simply pray the new plants.
I don't think I'll have supper though. Just, I think that is going to be it. I'll probably need a day or two to rest after all the doings today. Or not. Who knows. Sometimes I need to shut down, sometimes I don't. I'd like to get the new valves in the bathroom, and check the flexi-hoses while I am at it, tomorrow. But... who knows. I've got the doors open, but I will need to do a bit more. The cat litter has... become a bit unkempt and the cave is a mess. That will be my next have to do project, with anything else just having to wait, or get fit in with it.
On to... something or other. Later.
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There seemed to have been a miscommunication. All worked out in the end. Flowers were planted. One of the valves has gone in. Another valve and I will call it a day, turn on the water, and spray the newly planted flowers... if the new valves don't leak. I did get the multi-noseled connection found and on, untangled one of the hoses and connected it, then ran it around so that when water comes back on, I'll be able to simply pray the new plants.
I don't think I'll have supper though. Just, I think that is going to be it. I'll probably need a day or two to rest after all the doings today. Or not. Who knows. Sometimes I need to shut down, sometimes I don't. I'd like to get the new valves in the bathroom, and check the flexi-hoses while I am at it, tomorrow. But... who knows. I've got the doors open, but I will need to do a bit more. The cat litter has... become a bit unkempt and the cave is a mess. That will be my next have to do project, with anything else just having to wait, or get fit in with it.
On to... something or other. Later.
Not bad, not done, all good?
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I did wash the dishes this morning, then got a shower in. After that I set the dishes to a rinse soak. Then on into town. I was pushing it, time wise, but everything seemed to be clicking, so...
I only made it to one store. Obviously I didn't get everything. Groceries will just have to wait. Even in the hardware store, I didn't get everything. I skipped the new valves for the indoor water shutoff capacity. I did get the bolts for the various shop bench tools, with bolts and nuts. I also bought new valves for the the various sinks, to try to get water flow going and get rid of the disfunctional shut-off valves. Actually, I am replacing them all. Oh, though I didn't go the hard way, as I did the other day. I looked over, was introduced, to the 1/2 turn valves, that are preset for sink faucets. Yeah, that saves me several risks, as to leaks, and several dollars... I think. Never mind. After looking them over, I went with them. As well, flowers and various plants for the planters.
I didn't have time for the grocery store, as noted. I thought about buying a lunch, but time... It was just right at the point where one mistake, a slow delivery, a bit of a line, anything, and I would have been late. So... I skipped that. Maybe I will go in for a personal pizza later. Love that stuff once in a while. Especially from one of the private local pizza joints. They do well. Hmm... After a bit of a break, and a some company, I may yet try to change the valves and flex-hoses if need be, yet today, before going for pizza. At this point my sink is not putting more than a literal trickle through. Having taken a shower I know it is not water still being shut off... though maybe the valves are funky. Could be that the ball valve on one side is somehow stealing pressure, though that seems incorrect, especially once the tank has filled and the pressure ends. And, that wouldn't affect the hot water side of things. Bleh... Time for more learnin'.
Later.
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I did wash the dishes this morning, then got a shower in. After that I set the dishes to a rinse soak. Then on into town. I was pushing it, time wise, but everything seemed to be clicking, so...
I only made it to one store. Obviously I didn't get everything. Groceries will just have to wait. Even in the hardware store, I didn't get everything. I skipped the new valves for the indoor water shutoff capacity. I did get the bolts for the various shop bench tools, with bolts and nuts. I also bought new valves for the the various sinks, to try to get water flow going and get rid of the disfunctional shut-off valves. Actually, I am replacing them all. Oh, though I didn't go the hard way, as I did the other day. I looked over, was introduced, to the 1/2 turn valves, that are preset for sink faucets. Yeah, that saves me several risks, as to leaks, and several dollars... I think. Never mind. After looking them over, I went with them. As well, flowers and various plants for the planters.
I didn't have time for the grocery store, as noted. I thought about buying a lunch, but time... It was just right at the point where one mistake, a slow delivery, a bit of a line, anything, and I would have been late. So... I skipped that. Maybe I will go in for a personal pizza later. Love that stuff once in a while. Especially from one of the private local pizza joints. They do well. Hmm... After a bit of a break, and a some company, I may yet try to change the valves and flex-hoses if need be, yet today, before going for pizza. At this point my sink is not putting more than a literal trickle through. Having taken a shower I know it is not water still being shut off... though maybe the valves are funky. Could be that the ball valve on one side is somehow stealing pressure, though that seems incorrect, especially once the tank has filled and the pressure ends. And, that wouldn't affect the hot water side of things. Bleh... Time for more learnin'.
Later.
Good, bad, ugly.
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I couldn't get to bed until 22:00, give or take small change. I remembered to set the alarm but didn't hear it until 6:26. The little I did yesterday, and just general oddness in the last few days, I suppose, threw me off. No worries. Took a bit to actually wake, but that's okay. The girls were right at the door. They, somehow, beat on that door. Interesting little critters. Glad these don't know how to open the door like the first cat I personally owned. That was... irritating. She liked opening he door when I was in the bathroom too. Brat.
I am taking medicine almost as well as clockwork. A dose, maybe two, are missed every or every other week. Brushing and using that pharmacy stuff is happening pseudo regularly. I'm doing my best. And, yeah, it's ok. I don't think it will help all that much, but there isn't much to help. Bone loss in my teeth is less than men my age who generally tend their teeth and gums. I'm using a timer to brush for two minutes and gargle for 30 seconds. I haven't started flossing yet, but will only be doing that at night. I use the picks after meals, can't stand food between my teeth. Further, I keep trying, and doing, little bits of this and that. If I keep going in this direction, I might, eventually, get more caught up than I suspect. When the bigger jobs are done, maybe I can... work on neatness and cleanliness... if that is... not really my area.
Today? Hmm... Dishes, shortly, then a shower, then to town for some flora. Some edible, some not so much. Well, and some hardware and groceries, time permitting. Yes, yes, the dishes have already been given a fresh hot soak. I doubt if I will get to anything else, but you never know. Hmm, if I get a pork roast, or another brisket, I'll get that grilling. And, maybe, I'll get those replacement valves in.
I do have a notion of why my water flow stinks. The valves they sell for household plumbing have water-tenders in them, if I had to guess. Oh, I understand. But if the government is going to mandate something, they need to make sure the tech is functional. Which, obviously, since five of eight of them have failed, at least four of them very new, then the government has failed. When the government fails while attempting to do even a good, it must be set aside and ignored. Do it right or be resigned to irrelevancy. *HrUmPh!*
Later.
Later.
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I couldn't get to bed until 22:00, give or take small change. I remembered to set the alarm but didn't hear it until 6:26. The little I did yesterday, and just general oddness in the last few days, I suppose, threw me off. No worries. Took a bit to actually wake, but that's okay. The girls were right at the door. They, somehow, beat on that door. Interesting little critters. Glad these don't know how to open the door like the first cat I personally owned. That was... irritating. She liked opening he door when I was in the bathroom too. Brat.
I am taking medicine almost as well as clockwork. A dose, maybe two, are missed every or every other week. Brushing and using that pharmacy stuff is happening pseudo regularly. I'm doing my best. And, yeah, it's ok. I don't think it will help all that much, but there isn't much to help. Bone loss in my teeth is less than men my age who generally tend their teeth and gums. I'm using a timer to brush for two minutes and gargle for 30 seconds. I haven't started flossing yet, but will only be doing that at night. I use the picks after meals, can't stand food between my teeth. Further, I keep trying, and doing, little bits of this and that. If I keep going in this direction, I might, eventually, get more caught up than I suspect. When the bigger jobs are done, maybe I can... work on neatness and cleanliness... if that is... not really my area.
Today? Hmm... Dishes, shortly, then a shower, then to town for some flora. Some edible, some not so much. Well, and some hardware and groceries, time permitting. Yes, yes, the dishes have already been given a fresh hot soak. I doubt if I will get to anything else, but you never know. Hmm, if I get a pork roast, or another brisket, I'll get that grilling. And, maybe, I'll get those replacement valves in.
I do have a notion of why my water flow stinks. The valves they sell for household plumbing have water-tenders in them, if I had to guess. Oh, I understand. But if the government is going to mandate something, they need to make sure the tech is functional. Which, obviously, since five of eight of them have failed, at least four of them very new, then the government has failed. When the government fails while attempting to do even a good, it must be set aside and ignored. Do it right or be resigned to irrelevancy. *HrUmPh!*
Later.
Later.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Three runs and a sip.
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No leaks that I can detect. Gotta keep an eye on it, for a while. A taste of the water was satisfying. A bit crisper than what I was getting, but not all that different. Still, it is very good to have r.o. water back on tap. It is late, but I wanted a cup of coffee, for a final test. I love my coffee, and have missed it. Splenda soda is okay, but just barely. It is better for a cold, different, drink, once in a while. Not as a stand in for coffee. Hmm, might have a couple glasses of water while I am at it. It's a warm day, or... I am feeling warm. We've had a breeze all day, really, but it's been a hot breeze. Nothing worth opening the door to enjoy.
I am hoping to hit it a little earlier tonight. Before 21:00 is the goal, with 6:00 set on the alarm. I need to run to town in the morning to look for plants, maybe stop at the hardware store for some bolts, and perhaps catch a free and easy meal. Hmm, might look for a pork roast while in town as well, and mayonnaise. I have everything else for potato salad. Maybe a few lemons, to add to a big batch of potato salad? Yeah... and celery salt. Fresh chives if they are available, and dill. Yeah, I know. If I make too large of a batch, I'll give some away. I know some folk who always appreciate a spare bite.
Yeah. Pleased to have the r.o. in, but now to get to some other things. Gah! Can't believe how long this has taken. Oh, I might make some measurements for replacement valves while I am at it. And add the other valve that I bought while I am doing these other things. Now that I have a definite way to turn off the water, I'm more secure in spending a bit of time replacing valves. I really want to be able to turn the water off right here in the house, and in two or three places, beside under the sinks. It offers flexibility in case of some disaster or other. Yeah, and I'm... prone to disasters.
Oh, something I noted recently? You know I told you that I have spooks visit once in a while. Just little noisemakers, but still. What I thought was funny is that sometimes my cats notice the noise, sometimes they don't. But, unlike with "real" noises, I can tell it's probably a spook if they notice, by their actions. When they notice the "odd" sounds, they don't go to investigate. They merely look in the direction, rather nonchalantly. The sounds don't frighten them, when they hear them. If it is a bat, or such, they will go and try to track it through the walls. Odd.
Good night.
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No leaks that I can detect. Gotta keep an eye on it, for a while. A taste of the water was satisfying. A bit crisper than what I was getting, but not all that different. Still, it is very good to have r.o. water back on tap. It is late, but I wanted a cup of coffee, for a final test. I love my coffee, and have missed it. Splenda soda is okay, but just barely. It is better for a cold, different, drink, once in a while. Not as a stand in for coffee. Hmm, might have a couple glasses of water while I am at it. It's a warm day, or... I am feeling warm. We've had a breeze all day, really, but it's been a hot breeze. Nothing worth opening the door to enjoy.
I am hoping to hit it a little earlier tonight. Before 21:00 is the goal, with 6:00 set on the alarm. I need to run to town in the morning to look for plants, maybe stop at the hardware store for some bolts, and perhaps catch a free and easy meal. Hmm, might look for a pork roast while in town as well, and mayonnaise. I have everything else for potato salad. Maybe a few lemons, to add to a big batch of potato salad? Yeah... and celery salt. Fresh chives if they are available, and dill. Yeah, I know. If I make too large of a batch, I'll give some away. I know some folk who always appreciate a spare bite.
Yeah. Pleased to have the r.o. in, but now to get to some other things. Gah! Can't believe how long this has taken. Oh, I might make some measurements for replacement valves while I am at it. And add the other valve that I bought while I am doing these other things. Now that I have a definite way to turn off the water, I'm more secure in spending a bit of time replacing valves. I really want to be able to turn the water off right here in the house, and in two or three places, beside under the sinks. It offers flexibility in case of some disaster or other. Yeah, and I'm... prone to disasters.
Oh, something I noted recently? You know I told you that I have spooks visit once in a while. Just little noisemakers, but still. What I thought was funny is that sometimes my cats notice the noise, sometimes they don't. But, unlike with "real" noises, I can tell it's probably a spook if they notice, by their actions. When they notice the "odd" sounds, they don't go to investigate. They merely look in the direction, rather nonchalantly. The sounds don't frighten them, when they hear them. If it is a bat, or such, they will go and try to track it through the walls. Odd.
Good night.
Well, so far so good?
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The rest of it went together pretty much as it was supposed to fit together. Because of the fittings I purchased, I didn't use all of the parts that came with the system. For the most part, though, I used metal instead of plastic. And I chose metals that work, not metal sheen over plastic junk. No promises about even solid metals these days. You just have to understand that between false advertising and cheap being stuffed into every process, component, engineering aspect, and a near elimination of quality control, you get what you get no matter how much you spend. It's just the way of it. It's not going to get better.
After turning the water on, I was... just a bit concerned when I came in. Water was gushing, somewhere. I hoped it was just the bathtub faucet still being on, after having used that to drain the system. Yep. And the sink. The sink didn't even seem to be draining so I had opened the tub valve, and... Gush! Trickle. Done. I hate slow faucets.
I know everything is hooked up as it should be. What I don't know, and won't for a while, is if there are any leaks. I'll check twice a day for the first few days, and, by nature, that will decrease to once a week... until it is forgotten... if it all works drip free.
I had thought 15:00 was an easy target. I actually thought I would be done by 14:00 at the latest. Here it is, 14:26. It always takes longer than expected. It was all easy, after my initial problems, it all went as planned, nothing was difficult, complex, or time consuming. Not sure why those things take so much time even when all those factors are in play. Never, ever, count on a time estimate. Well, not from me. Now I have to get a shower in, dress, and try to call my friend. I'll be looking for various flowers, I suppose, and some of those other plants I have discussed. I don't need anything, so far, from the hardware... wait... I need some bolts, washers, and nuts for my bench tools... the vice and bench grinder. One piece at a time, but it's coming into focus. Don't know if I will get those today. Depends on if my friends wants to hit that type of store. Hmm... Then again, where I end up buying plants might have them.
Best get going. Later.
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No leaks yet, still. I turned off the new ball valve and it is holding. So I decided to drain the first tank of water. Two more cycles after that. Then I can finally enjoy r.o. water again. It's been a while. I have decided not to go into town tonight. Probably. I will have to go in tomorrow morning though, as plants are required. I'll just have to wait until later in the week to see my friend. I just don't have more to put out for almost anything today. Still, if I can be pretty sure about the water tightness of the system, get it cycled through to readiness, and perhaps put some of the things back under the sink that I had to remove for the work, that will be enough.
Wow, that drains very quickly. I was thinking it would take an half hour per. It's taking, give or take, about ten minutes. Finally, I'll be able to make a fresh pot of coffee for the first time in days. And... now I am more comfortable moving forward with ball valves on the rest of the lines. I won't sweat those in though... that seems to kill valves, even when I have tried to be very careful. I watched vids, read, practiced on other sweating tasks to get an idea, and all but timed it. Didn't matter. Must be something I don't know or they aren't telling, or don't know themselves. Later.
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The rest of it went together pretty much as it was supposed to fit together. Because of the fittings I purchased, I didn't use all of the parts that came with the system. For the most part, though, I used metal instead of plastic. And I chose metals that work, not metal sheen over plastic junk. No promises about even solid metals these days. You just have to understand that between false advertising and cheap being stuffed into every process, component, engineering aspect, and a near elimination of quality control, you get what you get no matter how much you spend. It's just the way of it. It's not going to get better.
After turning the water on, I was... just a bit concerned when I came in. Water was gushing, somewhere. I hoped it was just the bathtub faucet still being on, after having used that to drain the system. Yep. And the sink. The sink didn't even seem to be draining so I had opened the tub valve, and... Gush! Trickle. Done. I hate slow faucets.
I know everything is hooked up as it should be. What I don't know, and won't for a while, is if there are any leaks. I'll check twice a day for the first few days, and, by nature, that will decrease to once a week... until it is forgotten... if it all works drip free.
I had thought 15:00 was an easy target. I actually thought I would be done by 14:00 at the latest. Here it is, 14:26. It always takes longer than expected. It was all easy, after my initial problems, it all went as planned, nothing was difficult, complex, or time consuming. Not sure why those things take so much time even when all those factors are in play. Never, ever, count on a time estimate. Well, not from me. Now I have to get a shower in, dress, and try to call my friend. I'll be looking for various flowers, I suppose, and some of those other plants I have discussed. I don't need anything, so far, from the hardware... wait... I need some bolts, washers, and nuts for my bench tools... the vice and bench grinder. One piece at a time, but it's coming into focus. Don't know if I will get those today. Depends on if my friends wants to hit that type of store. Hmm... Then again, where I end up buying plants might have them.
Best get going. Later.
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No leaks yet, still. I turned off the new ball valve and it is holding. So I decided to drain the first tank of water. Two more cycles after that. Then I can finally enjoy r.o. water again. It's been a while. I have decided not to go into town tonight. Probably. I will have to go in tomorrow morning though, as plants are required. I'll just have to wait until later in the week to see my friend. I just don't have more to put out for almost anything today. Still, if I can be pretty sure about the water tightness of the system, get it cycled through to readiness, and perhaps put some of the things back under the sink that I had to remove for the work, that will be enough.
Wow, that drains very quickly. I was thinking it would take an half hour per. It's taking, give or take, about ten minutes. Finally, I'll be able to make a fresh pot of coffee for the first time in days. And... now I am more comfortable moving forward with ball valves on the rest of the lines. I won't sweat those in though... that seems to kill valves, even when I have tried to be very careful. I watched vids, read, practiced on other sweating tasks to get an idea, and all but timed it. Didn't matter. Must be something I don't know or they aren't telling, or don't know themselves. Later.
A littler later, but at it.
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It was probably 10:30 or 11:00 before I got to it. The outside water shut-off valve was employed as a last ditch effort to turn the water off in the 'cave'. It seems to have worked. There is that. As I started putting the puzzle together, I read over a line and missed a detail. Why instructions this time and not others? Sometimes I know enough what I am doing. This time, not so much. Little bits, here and there, various lines, too much picky minor detail to try to shoot in the dark on this one. I know my limits... if that isn't always where I stop. Obviously.
I tried to call their tech. An half our on the line to no results. But while listening, I was told to find the serial number and the model. I found the name of the model but could find the serial number nowhere. Not on the package, the device, the booklet. Still don't know it. But, I kept looking over the instructions, and finally noticed the problem. True, the blue cord would not fit where it was allotted to fit on the bottom of the faucet. But in the diagram they showed a piece fitting between the two. A 1/4" plug that would then fit the 3/8" plug in the faucet bottom. *click* They work from 9:00 to 17:00, Arizona time. It's just that no one is there. Maybe Herbert? Never mind.
After getting the faucet hoses attached, and a little fussing figuring out what to do, when, and how, I realized the black and red lines had to be removed. They wouldn't allow the piece under the sink to secure, or at least it didn't look, to me, like that would work. No problem, I hope. I removed those, leaving the blue line attached. It is placed in such a manner that it won't interfere with the attachment. I had to take the mounting tape backing off, so the sticky stuff would stick. But, then, I needed a rest.
Next I have to re-insert those hoses, hook all the hoses to where they go, put a shut-off valve in the tank, drill some holes for the filter holder to attach to the wall of the basin area, and... turn the water back on. Oh, then I have to fill, then flush, the tank, three times, do a hoola dance, throw salt over my shoulder, and knock on wood. I think that's what the instructions said. I'm trying to hurry, to get to town by 15:00 or so, at the latest. We'll see. I'll set the beeper for 15 minutes, then get to it. (It's actually 12:20, not the posting time... I think they are doing that so they can shut down the internet and pull any posts that aren't supposed to be posted about some government misaction or other event they wish to stifle.)
Later.
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It was probably 10:30 or 11:00 before I got to it. The outside water shut-off valve was employed as a last ditch effort to turn the water off in the 'cave'. It seems to have worked. There is that. As I started putting the puzzle together, I read over a line and missed a detail. Why instructions this time and not others? Sometimes I know enough what I am doing. This time, not so much. Little bits, here and there, various lines, too much picky minor detail to try to shoot in the dark on this one. I know my limits... if that isn't always where I stop. Obviously.
I tried to call their tech. An half our on the line to no results. But while listening, I was told to find the serial number and the model. I found the name of the model but could find the serial number nowhere. Not on the package, the device, the booklet. Still don't know it. But, I kept looking over the instructions, and finally noticed the problem. True, the blue cord would not fit where it was allotted to fit on the bottom of the faucet. But in the diagram they showed a piece fitting between the two. A 1/4" plug that would then fit the 3/8" plug in the faucet bottom. *click* They work from 9:00 to 17:00, Arizona time. It's just that no one is there. Maybe Herbert? Never mind.
After getting the faucet hoses attached, and a little fussing figuring out what to do, when, and how, I realized the black and red lines had to be removed. They wouldn't allow the piece under the sink to secure, or at least it didn't look, to me, like that would work. No problem, I hope. I removed those, leaving the blue line attached. It is placed in such a manner that it won't interfere with the attachment. I had to take the mounting tape backing off, so the sticky stuff would stick. But, then, I needed a rest.
Next I have to re-insert those hoses, hook all the hoses to where they go, put a shut-off valve in the tank, drill some holes for the filter holder to attach to the wall of the basin area, and... turn the water back on. Oh, then I have to fill, then flush, the tank, three times, do a hoola dance, throw salt over my shoulder, and knock on wood. I think that's what the instructions said. I'm trying to hurry, to get to town by 15:00 or so, at the latest. We'll see. I'll set the beeper for 15 minutes, then get to it. (It's actually 12:20, not the posting time... I think they are doing that so they can shut down the internet and pull any posts that aren't supposed to be posted about some government misaction or other event they wish to stifle.)
Later.
Just... to be sure.
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Those of you who read here, and generally have a nose to what is going on... but aren't always sure? Seriously, no worries. Failed romances, even idealized ones that I never thought had a real chance... are things of mirth in these parts. Oh, there is always a bit of sting, but I am rather used to stings, barbs, cuts, bruises, puncture wounds, and such. Trust me, minor issue. I'm almost glad if one gets away. Women, truth be told, are a lot of work. Sure, there are joys, but there are... they are... complications, start to stop. I'm an old, ill, man. Don't begrudge my minor fancies and understood delusions. They give me something to ponder during the day.
As for the darker aspects of recent things? That was just an idealized set of notions of how the world works. Fanciful, a bit, but with some grains of truth. They aren't... urhm, how to say this... they aren't depicting my nature. I was always a bit of a soft-shoe guy. Women provide the drama. The most I ever have done is... encourage it with women who had chosen to be with me. Beyond, at this age, really, if I mean it, or even think it often, you see it. I have no hidden side. What you see, or read, literally and rather directly, is what you get. That dual-sided thing is a thing of youth. I am, simply, no longer that young and was always rather more assertive than passive. Young men, these days, seem to be more passive, thus dual sided. Wasn't my gig.
Combat ready, but even that isn't what it seems. I'd be easy to kill if you use only the slightest of intrigue. Come as a friend, point to something you seemingly want to show me, let me take the lead, and pull the trigger from behind. I am very simple. Just... make sure it works, for both of our sakes, innit. As for being cold-blooded? That's just the reality of romance. One, or the other, and often taking turns, is just that. Someone has to be in charge and make the hard cold decisions, and generally I prefer that to be my role. Choices, but the facts remain and someone has to do it.
Just don't worry. I'm either discussing what women face, and pointing out their foibles, or laughing at my... peculiar fancies and failures. I do have a mean bone in my body, dozens of them, lethal, every one of them. Harder than steel. But you have to cut through my flesh and pull one, or more, out to get a taste of that. They are not just sitting there, right under the skin, like some kind of trap for the unwary. I'm not vengeful, or at least undeservedly. I am old enough that I think, long and very hard, before I act. You watched as I wove a story about a point of interest, but did not act because I wasn't sure. As I saw that it was not reciprocal, I let it go without a word. And, as it passed, I have done nothing regarding it. Seriously... relax.
I am rather good at life, easy going to a fault. Just... thought I should say something. Yeah, I know you read here. And, I saw troubled thoughts. *sigh* Relax.
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Those of you who read here, and generally have a nose to what is going on... but aren't always sure? Seriously, no worries. Failed romances, even idealized ones that I never thought had a real chance... are things of mirth in these parts. Oh, there is always a bit of sting, but I am rather used to stings, barbs, cuts, bruises, puncture wounds, and such. Trust me, minor issue. I'm almost glad if one gets away. Women, truth be told, are a lot of work. Sure, there are joys, but there are... they are... complications, start to stop. I'm an old, ill, man. Don't begrudge my minor fancies and understood delusions. They give me something to ponder during the day.
As for the darker aspects of recent things? That was just an idealized set of notions of how the world works. Fanciful, a bit, but with some grains of truth. They aren't... urhm, how to say this... they aren't depicting my nature. I was always a bit of a soft-shoe guy. Women provide the drama. The most I ever have done is... encourage it with women who had chosen to be with me. Beyond, at this age, really, if I mean it, or even think it often, you see it. I have no hidden side. What you see, or read, literally and rather directly, is what you get. That dual-sided thing is a thing of youth. I am, simply, no longer that young and was always rather more assertive than passive. Young men, these days, seem to be more passive, thus dual sided. Wasn't my gig.
Combat ready, but even that isn't what it seems. I'd be easy to kill if you use only the slightest of intrigue. Come as a friend, point to something you seemingly want to show me, let me take the lead, and pull the trigger from behind. I am very simple. Just... make sure it works, for both of our sakes, innit. As for being cold-blooded? That's just the reality of romance. One, or the other, and often taking turns, is just that. Someone has to be in charge and make the hard cold decisions, and generally I prefer that to be my role. Choices, but the facts remain and someone has to do it.
Just don't worry. I'm either discussing what women face, and pointing out their foibles, or laughing at my... peculiar fancies and failures. I do have a mean bone in my body, dozens of them, lethal, every one of them. Harder than steel. But you have to cut through my flesh and pull one, or more, out to get a taste of that. They are not just sitting there, right under the skin, like some kind of trap for the unwary. I'm not vengeful, or at least undeservedly. I am old enough that I think, long and very hard, before I act. You watched as I wove a story about a point of interest, but did not act because I wasn't sure. As I saw that it was not reciprocal, I let it go without a word. And, as it passed, I have done nothing regarding it. Seriously... relax.
I am rather good at life, easy going to a fault. Just... thought I should say something. Yeah, I know you read here. And, I saw troubled thoughts. *sigh* Relax.
Awake and at a right time.
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I made sure the set the alarm, just in case. I was to bed a bit later last night. I just couldn't quite get to bed as soon as I hoped. A bit of a zombie state, which... can lead to insomnia if I'm not very careful. Still, just an hour later than I had intended so no harm, no foul, this time. But, I focused on setting the alarm, right at 6:00. And, I focused on waking before the alarm went off. I truly hate alarm clocks, if I like what they do even more. I have worked very hard at trying to maintain a schedule. And, given my health, I have to guess I do better than some of the others in my 'class'. I woke right at 5:26 this morning.
I continue to work on chastity. The honest truth, however, is that I have biological limits. The longest I can go is a month and an half. But, too, that isn't usual. A bit (lot) of prayer and luck are involved, and having the ability to focus. Usually, a week or two is doing good. I only include this material as an honest assessment from a man to other men intent on celibacy. Other men who consider this path aren't, often, given honest assessments. I have found none, myself. It's not easy. And I don't think, for most men, as with myself, that it is perfectly possible. There are two forms of failure. The first is conscious, the other is often referred to as 'night emissions'. The latter hadn't been a part of the problem until I became better at chastity. Then, it too, became... uhrm... an issue. Don't think I don't try. Don't think I don't pray. Don't think I don't use every trick I can. Simply sometimes the will is at odds with the body, and sometimes the will fails. Sometimes, rarely, a month and an half... sometimes I can't make it a day. My medicines, and health, also play a part. At least I know I am still viable. Quite healthy, in this regard, if I might prefer otherwise. I still think it's a sort of practical joke by God. A minor cross, a push to find a wife, I don't know. But I am sincere, and honest, just fallible.
I never did call my friend. I still have to go to town today, for plants. This afternoon, I suspect. This morning I am hoping to get the water turned off at the city waterline, then see what else is wrong with my installation process so that, when in town, I might... solve that. Nothing about this process has gone right. Nothing. Further, more valves have failed in the process. *shrug* This is why guys don't do things. Seriously, this is supposed to be a simple process. It has been anything but. Hmm... Some things I might do is look for replacement valves, ball valves this time, for the various valves downstairs that have failed. Three of them... I'll have to measure, but I think they are half inch. Bleh.
I'll get to work in a couple hours. I just need some time to wake up. I have to have a bit of time. If I try to pop to things, and I'm not ready, bad things happen. Including ending up "zoned", in my chair, wondering, at the end of the day, what the heck happened. Push, but only when there are things to help with the push, and with an understanding that there will be a price. I'm not well. Just a fact.
Later.
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I made sure the set the alarm, just in case. I was to bed a bit later last night. I just couldn't quite get to bed as soon as I hoped. A bit of a zombie state, which... can lead to insomnia if I'm not very careful. Still, just an hour later than I had intended so no harm, no foul, this time. But, I focused on setting the alarm, right at 6:00. And, I focused on waking before the alarm went off. I truly hate alarm clocks, if I like what they do even more. I have worked very hard at trying to maintain a schedule. And, given my health, I have to guess I do better than some of the others in my 'class'. I woke right at 5:26 this morning.
I continue to work on chastity. The honest truth, however, is that I have biological limits. The longest I can go is a month and an half. But, too, that isn't usual. A bit (lot) of prayer and luck are involved, and having the ability to focus. Usually, a week or two is doing good. I only include this material as an honest assessment from a man to other men intent on celibacy. Other men who consider this path aren't, often, given honest assessments. I have found none, myself. It's not easy. And I don't think, for most men, as with myself, that it is perfectly possible. There are two forms of failure. The first is conscious, the other is often referred to as 'night emissions'. The latter hadn't been a part of the problem until I became better at chastity. Then, it too, became... uhrm... an issue. Don't think I don't try. Don't think I don't pray. Don't think I don't use every trick I can. Simply sometimes the will is at odds with the body, and sometimes the will fails. Sometimes, rarely, a month and an half... sometimes I can't make it a day. My medicines, and health, also play a part. At least I know I am still viable. Quite healthy, in this regard, if I might prefer otherwise. I still think it's a sort of practical joke by God. A minor cross, a push to find a wife, I don't know. But I am sincere, and honest, just fallible.
I never did call my friend. I still have to go to town today, for plants. This afternoon, I suspect. This morning I am hoping to get the water turned off at the city waterline, then see what else is wrong with my installation process so that, when in town, I might... solve that. Nothing about this process has gone right. Nothing. Further, more valves have failed in the process. *shrug* This is why guys don't do things. Seriously, this is supposed to be a simple process. It has been anything but. Hmm... Some things I might do is look for replacement valves, ball valves this time, for the various valves downstairs that have failed. Three of them... I'll have to measure, but I think they are half inch. Bleh.
I'll get to work in a couple hours. I just need some time to wake up. I have to have a bit of time. If I try to pop to things, and I'm not ready, bad things happen. Including ending up "zoned", in my chair, wondering, at the end of the day, what the heck happened. Push, but only when there are things to help with the push, and with an understanding that there will be a price. I'm not well. Just a fact.
Later.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Well, now water won't shut off.
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I was able to turn the water off yesterday and the day before. A valve downstairs made that possible. Today? Not so much. I have two other valves downstairs, into the water softener. Even with the main valve, and those valves, closed as tightly as all of them will close, water is still coming through. It just doesn't make sense. I thought, maybe, if water pressure is particularly high... but that shouldn't matter. It just doesn't make sense... unless I tightened the valve(s) too hard the last time I shut them, or opened them. I don't know. The only thing I can do is to try turning the water off at the connection to city water. Never easy, never works the same day to day, can't count on anything to work.
I'll do it tomorrow. I just don't feel like screwing around for another two hours on things that should just work. Hmm... I might get the grill going. I have supper coming, but a single brot, with the rest cooked, might not be bad. Perhaps even some other meat cooked, and just stored cold. At least I know THAT works. Later.
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I was able to turn the water off yesterday and the day before. A valve downstairs made that possible. Today? Not so much. I have two other valves downstairs, into the water softener. Even with the main valve, and those valves, closed as tightly as all of them will close, water is still coming through. It just doesn't make sense. I thought, maybe, if water pressure is particularly high... but that shouldn't matter. It just doesn't make sense... unless I tightened the valve(s) too hard the last time I shut them, or opened them. I don't know. The only thing I can do is to try turning the water off at the connection to city water. Never easy, never works the same day to day, can't count on anything to work.
I'll do it tomorrow. I just don't feel like screwing around for another two hours on things that should just work. Hmm... I might get the grill going. I have supper coming, but a single brot, with the rest cooked, might not be bad. Perhaps even some other meat cooked, and just stored cold. At least I know THAT works. Later.
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