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Even with a clear mind, it takes a bit before I realize I am awake and can begin doing something with that fortunate event. Tinkering with the smartphone sort of started it. After being frustrated with it, and finding nothing else remotely useful as to advice, I relaxed for a bit. Then it just sort of came to me. I have some things I want to do, which requires other things to be done, so it was time to do something in order to do other things.
I reset dishes, just needing a hot rinse and then being dried. There was a pot that needed washed, but first the contents had to be dealt with. Yeah, the lid kept the smell in. I lost track of that one. To do that I wanted to be able to take the trash right out, which meant the barrels had to come back. So I did that. Now that pot is sitting in a hot soapy soak, but in the kitchen sink this time, not in the tub. The smell wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Still, good to have it out and the pot soaking. Remnants of the last corned beef I made.
While I was at it, I both made several assessments for what order to begin cleaning. The kitchen is primary. I would like to tinker with some foods and need clean spaces, both for mechanical necessities as well as mind comfort. It really does have to be, feel, seem, right for me to engage in some projects. The bathroom is next. It needs a good solid, top to bottom, sweep and mop, cleaning. The floors in the kitchen, while I am at the sweeping and mopping, could certainly use some attention. Before the floor, I'll want to figure out the last of the boxes and packing material. And, probably in there with that, there is a spot I want to work out on the living room carpet. My mother suggested a cleaner she uses. I'll give that a try. Then, as other parts of the home are cleaned, the goal is to unzip the living room, when the spot is dry... straighten, move or remove things, vacuum, then a whole carpet steam vac. Yeah, I'm still thinking I can get that knocked out, maybe this week.
After that, either some project, like arranging the workbench/shop, setting up the bench stool for that, and getting the heater to work for the first time. Perhaps just, if the cleaning goes well, move on into my bedroom finally, cleaning that out. Or, maybe, a trip up into the mountains, with snowshoes and a willingness to learn by failure. It's the only way. Who knows. But this week will be tied up in those listed items. Oh, and finding some paperwork. Bleh. I hate looking for something that should be "right there!". I guarantee it will be in the last place I look.
Ah, but after my little spit of work, I realized I was hungry. So... I lit the grill. I've got meat thawed and otherwise ready. Should work. Later.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
The trouble with smartphones.
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I have been tinkering on the thing since I bought it. Attempting to get, or force, it to do, or not do, this or that. There is a plethora of advice out there. Some of it is good, some of it works, much of it doesn't. Some of it is probably destructive and ill advised. You simply don't know who is writing the advice or what their real intent is. Even those who have good intentions may not have a clue about what they are discussing. While switching this, changing that, and adding this other thing seems to work, what else does it do? I have great doubts if the engineers and software designers really know, at any given time, what causes a bug or problem and how best to fix it. They, too, are often short-sighted. Not always, but often enough.
While I did fix the stylus, and that worked for a short while, it is beginning to act up again. The screen interaction indicates that there is too much sensitivity. As I get the stylus near the screen, it begins interacting, but not at the points, or in the ways, I want. It's like having a pen that leaks, while trying to write a letter by hand. Uhrm, you do remember how to write, don't you? It is slowly reverting back to prefix. And yet, as I mess with the settings, I don't get the same results as the first time. One very slight twist more on the potentiometer and the stylus loses all function.
I suspect the phone is buggy, but I also suspect it is hacked. Just being on, and near a computer, or other wi-fi, bluetooth, or other communication devices can leave the device open for hacking. Not even counting that Verizon misuses your device and contract, spies on your activities, opens you up to government(s if they do it for the U.S. gov, why not others... any government in which they have access I could easily presume) intrusions. Further, these are governments we are talking about. Just how good are they at getting in, doing their sniffing, and getting out without leaving those holes open for others, or outright just allowing favored criminals access. What does a bureaucrat malfeasance cost these days? Not much if I had to guess.
Yes, this will be the last smartphone. As soon as the contract is up, it's gone. It simply isn't worth the hassle. For now I have decided to simply remove the battery pack unless it is in use, or at the ready, for a call. I should adjust my plan to fit general non-use until then. Simply not worth the hassle. And, you know what? I have never needed a cell phone, ever, come to think of it. As to roadside or emergency? You don't need a phone with a plan, just a phone with a charged battery. It'll still dial emergency numbers, 911 for sure. I don't have anyone else I could call anyway. Dump the expensive junk, unless you have a real need or want, and don't mind the hassle and intrusions.
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I have been tinkering on the thing since I bought it. Attempting to get, or force, it to do, or not do, this or that. There is a plethora of advice out there. Some of it is good, some of it works, much of it doesn't. Some of it is probably destructive and ill advised. You simply don't know who is writing the advice or what their real intent is. Even those who have good intentions may not have a clue about what they are discussing. While switching this, changing that, and adding this other thing seems to work, what else does it do? I have great doubts if the engineers and software designers really know, at any given time, what causes a bug or problem and how best to fix it. They, too, are often short-sighted. Not always, but often enough.
While I did fix the stylus, and that worked for a short while, it is beginning to act up again. The screen interaction indicates that there is too much sensitivity. As I get the stylus near the screen, it begins interacting, but not at the points, or in the ways, I want. It's like having a pen that leaks, while trying to write a letter by hand. Uhrm, you do remember how to write, don't you? It is slowly reverting back to prefix. And yet, as I mess with the settings, I don't get the same results as the first time. One very slight twist more on the potentiometer and the stylus loses all function.
I suspect the phone is buggy, but I also suspect it is hacked. Just being on, and near a computer, or other wi-fi, bluetooth, or other communication devices can leave the device open for hacking. Not even counting that Verizon misuses your device and contract, spies on your activities, opens you up to government(s if they do it for the U.S. gov, why not others... any government in which they have access I could easily presume) intrusions. Further, these are governments we are talking about. Just how good are they at getting in, doing their sniffing, and getting out without leaving those holes open for others, or outright just allowing favored criminals access. What does a bureaucrat malfeasance cost these days? Not much if I had to guess.
Yes, this will be the last smartphone. As soon as the contract is up, it's gone. It simply isn't worth the hassle. For now I have decided to simply remove the battery pack unless it is in use, or at the ready, for a call. I should adjust my plan to fit general non-use until then. Simply not worth the hassle. And, you know what? I have never needed a cell phone, ever, come to think of it. As to roadside or emergency? You don't need a phone with a plan, just a phone with a charged battery. It'll still dial emergency numbers, 911 for sure. I don't have anyone else I could call anyway. Dump the expensive junk, unless you have a real need or want, and don't mind the hassle and intrusions.
The hell of waking, some "mornings".
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It isn't so much the waking part. Sleep was grand. It is raining lightly, has been all night, perfect sleep weather. I was tired enough, but not too tires, so sleep was good. No disturbing dreams, or even unremembered resonances from them. Waking was easy enough, even if the alarm did the dirty work. I am not even sore or stiff. I have no headache. The mind does seem to be clearing. Life seems good. What is the problem? I started on my blog rounds. It seems like many bloggers took a deep step off the usual path and dipped into my general area, prognosticating doom, casting aspersions at a broken culture and civil nature by pointing out the failings of the new young generation, and all sorts of firecasting. Wow! Nice! You have to be Doom to understand those last bits. Never mind.
Something about the youth not knowing their state reps, something about it being leftists who don't vaccinate their children, having my comments avoided (though I'm used to that), seeing people get a grasp of the fact that their vote at this time is worth everything most of them have paid for it... And more comments from me. Can you blame the young, or anyone, who has tuned out of politics. It is plain to see that politicians haven't even been pretending to listen to the electorate for at least a decade now. I still argue that if enough people stayed home on election day, it would incapacitate the government. Voting sure isn't helping. Though too, this generation is the babyboomer II generation, and seems to be back with a vengeance. Thankfully they are a small group. Companies are avoiding that generation as long as they can. Worthless, maleducated, "social justice"/green/etc. activists, expect they deserve work without the commitment to doing it competently, etc. Go figure. As to lefties not vaccinating their kids? That is actually one very small good thing. It means, on one very tiny issue, they are choosing for themselves. If Zero sides with mandatory vaccinations, though, they will flip in a second probably. They are like lighbulbs, with a switch. They give the government they supposedly hate the controls, while doing everything they can to allow that government the power to flip any switch it wants. Etc. Yes, I commented. Not sure why. It isn't just the 18-34 crowd that has tuned out, they are just more obvious about it.
Huh? I don't know, I just woke up. :p
The day has potential! Later.
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It isn't so much the waking part. Sleep was grand. It is raining lightly, has been all night, perfect sleep weather. I was tired enough, but not too tires, so sleep was good. No disturbing dreams, or even unremembered resonances from them. Waking was easy enough, even if the alarm did the dirty work. I am not even sore or stiff. I have no headache. The mind does seem to be clearing. Life seems good. What is the problem? I started on my blog rounds. It seems like many bloggers took a deep step off the usual path and dipped into my general area, prognosticating doom, casting aspersions at a broken culture and civil nature by pointing out the failings of the new young generation, and all sorts of firecasting. Wow! Nice! You have to be Doom to understand those last bits. Never mind.
Something about the youth not knowing their state reps, something about it being leftists who don't vaccinate their children, having my comments avoided (though I'm used to that), seeing people get a grasp of the fact that their vote at this time is worth everything most of them have paid for it... And more comments from me. Can you blame the young, or anyone, who has tuned out of politics. It is plain to see that politicians haven't even been pretending to listen to the electorate for at least a decade now. I still argue that if enough people stayed home on election day, it would incapacitate the government. Voting sure isn't helping. Though too, this generation is the babyboomer II generation, and seems to be back with a vengeance. Thankfully they are a small group. Companies are avoiding that generation as long as they can. Worthless, maleducated, "social justice"/green/etc. activists, expect they deserve work without the commitment to doing it competently, etc. Go figure. As to lefties not vaccinating their kids? That is actually one very small good thing. It means, on one very tiny issue, they are choosing for themselves. If Zero sides with mandatory vaccinations, though, they will flip in a second probably. They are like lighbulbs, with a switch. They give the government they supposedly hate the controls, while doing everything they can to allow that government the power to flip any switch it wants. Etc. Yes, I commented. Not sure why. It isn't just the 18-34 crowd that has tuned out, they are just more obvious about it.
Huh? I don't know, I just woke up. :p
The day has potential! Later.
On the cusp of waking up.
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No, not mechanically. I've been awake all evening, technically. I mean something is changing, or becoming a potential. I've been in a waking sleep the last bit of time. Oh, I've been active. Eating, cleaning, reading, and such... but in low-key way, almost more drifting than functioning. There has usually been intent, but it has been difficult to apply that. Between being mid-winter, even with the warm temps, medicine worries, and a few other things, it is simply difficult to focus. That might be changing, or I am nearing the surface of a sort of awakening. I have to watch my p's and q's, though it might not matter. Sometimes, just as with actual physical sleep, I near the surface of wakefulness but don't quite reach it. It is nice to understand, even from the sleepy side of things, though. This is a new feature. There have been months lost to that fog, where I remember nothing. Perhaps, in total, five of the last 20 years, perhaps more. The memory isn't completely lost, always. It's just that something external has to call me to a particular memory if that memory was actually stored.
It is 42 this morning, give or take. It is supposed to get to 47 or 49 or something. Odd. I would have thought... well, if it is partly cloudy, I guess I could see that. February third and May like weather? It has been a warm winter. Very strange, nonetheless. The MidWest and further West is getting it heavier than usual, so there is that. I don't mind the mild winter. It sure beats shoveling three times a weak. Shoveling, or blow snow, is fun a few times, the first time for sure. Repetition, especially in quick order, quickly causes the novelty to fade.
Ah, I did figure out a problem, and, mostly, solved it. The stylus on my smartphone was too sensitive. Now, from time to time, it has been better and worse. I assume that firmware updates change, or reset, something. And there may be more to it. I decided to look for a way to fix it. I found a way. The stylus has a panel that can be removed. Mine was so fragile that it fell apart in removing though. Underneath it are two potentiometers. One of them is for sensitivity. I altered, as per instructions, and now I have a better performing stylus, if I need to figure a way to cover that gap. Bleh. Always something. Scotch tape sounds about right... no... that always curls up on the edges then gums everything up. I'll figure something out. Hmm... perhaps just a thin piece of heavy paper or thin cardboard, cut to fit. Yes, that might be the way.
Not much else. I might even go to bed shortly. Right now is not the time to be trying to force a schedule change, I think. Not quite yet. Good night/day.
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No, not mechanically. I've been awake all evening, technically. I mean something is changing, or becoming a potential. I've been in a waking sleep the last bit of time. Oh, I've been active. Eating, cleaning, reading, and such... but in low-key way, almost more drifting than functioning. There has usually been intent, but it has been difficult to apply that. Between being mid-winter, even with the warm temps, medicine worries, and a few other things, it is simply difficult to focus. That might be changing, or I am nearing the surface of a sort of awakening. I have to watch my p's and q's, though it might not matter. Sometimes, just as with actual physical sleep, I near the surface of wakefulness but don't quite reach it. It is nice to understand, even from the sleepy side of things, though. This is a new feature. There have been months lost to that fog, where I remember nothing. Perhaps, in total, five of the last 20 years, perhaps more. The memory isn't completely lost, always. It's just that something external has to call me to a particular memory if that memory was actually stored.
It is 42 this morning, give or take. It is supposed to get to 47 or 49 or something. Odd. I would have thought... well, if it is partly cloudy, I guess I could see that. February third and May like weather? It has been a warm winter. Very strange, nonetheless. The MidWest and further West is getting it heavier than usual, so there is that. I don't mind the mild winter. It sure beats shoveling three times a weak. Shoveling, or blow snow, is fun a few times, the first time for sure. Repetition, especially in quick order, quickly causes the novelty to fade.
Ah, I did figure out a problem, and, mostly, solved it. The stylus on my smartphone was too sensitive. Now, from time to time, it has been better and worse. I assume that firmware updates change, or reset, something. And there may be more to it. I decided to look for a way to fix it. I found a way. The stylus has a panel that can be removed. Mine was so fragile that it fell apart in removing though. Underneath it are two potentiometers. One of them is for sensitivity. I altered, as per instructions, and now I have a better performing stylus, if I need to figure a way to cover that gap. Bleh. Always something. Scotch tape sounds about right... no... that always curls up on the edges then gums everything up. I'll figure something out. Hmm... perhaps just a thin piece of heavy paper or thin cardboard, cut to fit. Yes, that might be the way.
Not much else. I might even go to bed shortly. Right now is not the time to be trying to force a schedule change, I think. Not quite yet. Good night/day.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Tonight?
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I don't know what I might do, save two things. I have been reading lately. Slowly. No, I read fast enough, it is just reconnecting back to the book has been slow. A chapter or two a day. But it does give me time to think. Hmm... I ought to put a paper and pen with it, to take notes. The book I am currently reading was written by Vox, Atheist... something or other. It is an enjoyable read, and easy read as regards the technical aspect of reading. And it is interesting. I doubt if I am a quarter of the way through after several days. No fault to the author, it's just how I seem to have to do things, at least sometimes. The benefit, as I mentioned, is time to think. I will be starting another book. Photovoltaic Design & Installation for Dummies. I have tried to find online resources. I think too many people who write on the topic are either hippies and know and do but have no writing mojo, or are corporate types who don't want you to even touch it. I simply haven't found good online resources. I will definitely be taking notes.
It has been a while since I tinkered with mathematics, electronics, home electric, or any such. That I don't know what I do and don't know will fix itself through the exploration, if I do it pen to paper, taking notes and doing the math. The math shouldn't be a problem, but it is a skill and a rusty one. But all the math should well be within my competency. This time I am not reading for theory, or some far flung notion. The idea is to actually manipulate the mathematics myself in order to design a small system without blindly following someone's design, or just hunting and pecking my way through, and then build that design. Initially, what I am exploring, is a simple 12 v, unknown amp (though 30a seems reasonable), system which I can use to explore as to use. I would, eventually, like to have a small system configured to: have lighting and a few other things in the henhouse; have a backup source of electricity for the blower on my furnace; power the vent fans in my three attics from one rig. Most of these are probably very small units. None of them will need 30 amps, I don't think. Depending on the vent fans, and just what it is I want in the henhouse. Though I would also like to have it rigged so as to test a dc humidified/swam cooler, more immediately.
The swamp cooler is for a trip. The desert, especially deeper desert, is a bit rough. A little cool wet air does a body good. But more, should electricity drop, having something to help cool the already cool stone home I inhabit would add a great deal of comfort in the summer. It would probably work in any home, in a more arid region, but it will most likely do wonders for my home, which already stays about 15-20 degrees cooler than the outside and more, depending on certain variables. Not having to rely on a fragile electrical supply just adds relief to the mind.
Ah, I remembered Mother's Day. Yeah, I know, it's a ways off. But I knew I would forget, and during that time I may be otherwise busy and pushing finances. So... I ordered my mother a couple of items in advance. I called her tonight, so that she would know they are on the way, and to make sure if they don't fit, or she doesn't like them, to feel free to send them back for something she does like. With spring not far off, a warm vest and a seasonally lighter sweater. Oh, but colors are difficult to select. She may return them just based on that. As I told her, for probably one the first times in my life, I was early with something. She got a kick out of it.
So... whatever else I happen to do tonight, I will continue reading the one book and begin reading, taking notes, and doing some math, with the other. I am hoping to finish off the dishes, clean the kitchen, bring the bins back from the curb, and perhaps sort out the boxes and stuff that needs to go. That should be enough. If I get that done, or when I get those things done, I will begin planning a trip to town. Oh, and throughout those considerations, I am getting back into the kind of shape to begin chasing the morning, switching back to the daytime schedule. This, that, and the other. Slow, but sure if I keep at it. Later.
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I don't know what I might do, save two things. I have been reading lately. Slowly. No, I read fast enough, it is just reconnecting back to the book has been slow. A chapter or two a day. But it does give me time to think. Hmm... I ought to put a paper and pen with it, to take notes. The book I am currently reading was written by Vox, Atheist... something or other. It is an enjoyable read, and easy read as regards the technical aspect of reading. And it is interesting. I doubt if I am a quarter of the way through after several days. No fault to the author, it's just how I seem to have to do things, at least sometimes. The benefit, as I mentioned, is time to think. I will be starting another book. Photovoltaic Design & Installation for Dummies. I have tried to find online resources. I think too many people who write on the topic are either hippies and know and do but have no writing mojo, or are corporate types who don't want you to even touch it. I simply haven't found good online resources. I will definitely be taking notes.
It has been a while since I tinkered with mathematics, electronics, home electric, or any such. That I don't know what I do and don't know will fix itself through the exploration, if I do it pen to paper, taking notes and doing the math. The math shouldn't be a problem, but it is a skill and a rusty one. But all the math should well be within my competency. This time I am not reading for theory, or some far flung notion. The idea is to actually manipulate the mathematics myself in order to design a small system without blindly following someone's design, or just hunting and pecking my way through, and then build that design. Initially, what I am exploring, is a simple 12 v, unknown amp (though 30a seems reasonable), system which I can use to explore as to use. I would, eventually, like to have a small system configured to: have lighting and a few other things in the henhouse; have a backup source of electricity for the blower on my furnace; power the vent fans in my three attics from one rig. Most of these are probably very small units. None of them will need 30 amps, I don't think. Depending on the vent fans, and just what it is I want in the henhouse. Though I would also like to have it rigged so as to test a dc humidified/swam cooler, more immediately.
The swamp cooler is for a trip. The desert, especially deeper desert, is a bit rough. A little cool wet air does a body good. But more, should electricity drop, having something to help cool the already cool stone home I inhabit would add a great deal of comfort in the summer. It would probably work in any home, in a more arid region, but it will most likely do wonders for my home, which already stays about 15-20 degrees cooler than the outside and more, depending on certain variables. Not having to rely on a fragile electrical supply just adds relief to the mind.
Ah, I remembered Mother's Day. Yeah, I know, it's a ways off. But I knew I would forget, and during that time I may be otherwise busy and pushing finances. So... I ordered my mother a couple of items in advance. I called her tonight, so that she would know they are on the way, and to make sure if they don't fit, or she doesn't like them, to feel free to send them back for something she does like. With spring not far off, a warm vest and a seasonally lighter sweater. Oh, but colors are difficult to select. She may return them just based on that. As I told her, for probably one the first times in my life, I was early with something. She got a kick out of it.
So... whatever else I happen to do tonight, I will continue reading the one book and begin reading, taking notes, and doing some math, with the other. I am hoping to finish off the dishes, clean the kitchen, bring the bins back from the curb, and perhaps sort out the boxes and stuff that needs to go. That should be enough. If I get that done, or when I get those things done, I will begin planning a trip to town. Oh, and throughout those considerations, I am getting back into the kind of shape to begin chasing the morning, switching back to the daytime schedule. This, that, and the other. Slow, but sure if I keep at it. Later.
Wonderful small skit dreams.
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Recall is weak, mostly based on remnant feelings and general ideas. In the last few months I have had wonderful experiences with a number of women. Oh, no, I've maintained a real and even psychic chastity. A fine flirt is quite acceptable, mind you. Further, not all of these women would necessarily by on my list. No, these experiences were simple interactions that turned into something a bit more. When you see someone, and then see that they are alive in there, and then see that they wish to speak to you as two people alive. Then, when it is a woman. Refreshments for the soul. That is what the dreams were about. As I wake, I remember some of the experiences. Life can be quite fine.
That, somehow, is mixed with the memories of my various deaths. Not a literal mixture, more as if through one eye I see the wonder of the feminine, from an appreciative male eye, through the other eye I see the memory of death, the two not to be combined. I have written how difficult dying is. Few know that. It wounds the mind and spirit, bruises, cuts, tears. Naked and alone can be understood fully in no other way. Your true frailty, your powerlessness in the grind of the universe, and some other things, will only be seen there, then. I suspect, if you know nothing of God or more have chosen ill, death is probably much worse. However, if you have known God better than I at those times, and chosen Him much more surely, death won't be quite as horrible. Still, most will only know that once, and for good reason. It is a terrible burden to bear so many such memories.
Such bitter sweet sensations come from the two notions in such close proximity. I happen to think the link is more than coincidental. As I have mentioned, sisters came to me when I was dying and lost. In those days, I suspect, I was so focused on doing some things that only after I had been defeated was I mild enough to be approachable. The wild feckless fearless horror of what I was and, perhaps needed to be, made me too hard to handle otherwise. Even then, it was women of the same nature, made by the sins of man and self, or born like me, but of feminine origins, who were able to approach. To touch the hem of the cloak of power, in a blind faith. I know this thing. In these cases, both were healed. A lesser man than He, but no slight one either.
I have no idea what I just wrote. Hope it makes some sense to someone. I need some coffee, I need to wake, and then I'll figure some of this out or set it aside for now if I can't get to it. Wisps of feelings, memories, the horror of a trapped animal in a burning enclosure, and the fine feel of the nature of woman, all combined into a... moment. My heart aches, weeps, and yet bubbles with delight, all at the same time. Later.
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Recall is weak, mostly based on remnant feelings and general ideas. In the last few months I have had wonderful experiences with a number of women. Oh, no, I've maintained a real and even psychic chastity. A fine flirt is quite acceptable, mind you. Further, not all of these women would necessarily by on my list. No, these experiences were simple interactions that turned into something a bit more. When you see someone, and then see that they are alive in there, and then see that they wish to speak to you as two people alive. Then, when it is a woman. Refreshments for the soul. That is what the dreams were about. As I wake, I remember some of the experiences. Life can be quite fine.
That, somehow, is mixed with the memories of my various deaths. Not a literal mixture, more as if through one eye I see the wonder of the feminine, from an appreciative male eye, through the other eye I see the memory of death, the two not to be combined. I have written how difficult dying is. Few know that. It wounds the mind and spirit, bruises, cuts, tears. Naked and alone can be understood fully in no other way. Your true frailty, your powerlessness in the grind of the universe, and some other things, will only be seen there, then. I suspect, if you know nothing of God or more have chosen ill, death is probably much worse. However, if you have known God better than I at those times, and chosen Him much more surely, death won't be quite as horrible. Still, most will only know that once, and for good reason. It is a terrible burden to bear so many such memories.
Such bitter sweet sensations come from the two notions in such close proximity. I happen to think the link is more than coincidental. As I have mentioned, sisters came to me when I was dying and lost. In those days, I suspect, I was so focused on doing some things that only after I had been defeated was I mild enough to be approachable. The wild feckless fearless horror of what I was and, perhaps needed to be, made me too hard to handle otherwise. Even then, it was women of the same nature, made by the sins of man and self, or born like me, but of feminine origins, who were able to approach. To touch the hem of the cloak of power, in a blind faith. I know this thing. In these cases, both were healed. A lesser man than He, but no slight one either.
I have no idea what I just wrote. Hope it makes some sense to someone. I need some coffee, I need to wake, and then I'll figure some of this out or set it aside for now if I can't get to it. Wisps of feelings, memories, the horror of a trapped animal in a burning enclosure, and the fine feel of the nature of woman, all combined into a... moment. My heart aches, weeps, and yet bubbles with delight, all at the same time. Later.
Trash then crash.
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I haven't gotten further, on anything. But I did want to get the trash to the curb, and recycling. It sounded like too much effort for the mood. That is beside the point. The trash barrel was nearly full because of the garage cleanup. Just enough room for the bag, plus a part of another bag filled by policing and changing the litter. I went further. Rather than just collecting normal recycling, I tore through the boxes in the kitchen. The recycling bin was rather full as well, so I couldn't do the boxes in the computer room. But I did sort, keeping three boxes, tearing down the rest, and deflating the airbag fillers they use. Quite a lot of them to go through. Two completely full grocery bags of nothing but deflated plastic airbags. Out, all of it, and to the curb.
Oh, there is more policing to do, more boxes... which I will not move to the kitchen. Though, this time, I might sort, tear down, and deflate as I do that. I do like having room to move in the kitchen, and too many things piled up... If I keep this up, I'll never make it to the horders hall of shame! Yeah, but they can collect quickly, boxes and such. It isn't like I am saving them, I simply have limits on what I can get done in a given amount of time. Dealing with boxes isn't the highest priority. It's there, it just isn't at a level that gets attention until it's, well, in a pile.
I'm not tired, or worn, or anything. I just can't focus. I am probably just going to go to bed. It feels as if I have been driving through fog all night. It's draining. I could stay up, I just, almost literally, can't see a reason to do so. Hmm... I might go ahead and gather boxes, and take them to the kitchen. But I probably won't fuss with them too much. Perhaps sort out another keeper or two, and organize the throw/break-down pile... putting the airbags into that pile... for now. Yes, I just contradicted myself, twice. About doing nothing else, and about dealing with the bags and boxes right when I move them. I can count, and remember! Mostly. That's how living in fog goes.
Good night... day to you regular people.
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I haven't gotten further, on anything. But I did want to get the trash to the curb, and recycling. It sounded like too much effort for the mood. That is beside the point. The trash barrel was nearly full because of the garage cleanup. Just enough room for the bag, plus a part of another bag filled by policing and changing the litter. I went further. Rather than just collecting normal recycling, I tore through the boxes in the kitchen. The recycling bin was rather full as well, so I couldn't do the boxes in the computer room. But I did sort, keeping three boxes, tearing down the rest, and deflating the airbag fillers they use. Quite a lot of them to go through. Two completely full grocery bags of nothing but deflated plastic airbags. Out, all of it, and to the curb.
Oh, there is more policing to do, more boxes... which I will not move to the kitchen. Though, this time, I might sort, tear down, and deflate as I do that. I do like having room to move in the kitchen, and too many things piled up... If I keep this up, I'll never make it to the horders hall of shame! Yeah, but they can collect quickly, boxes and such. It isn't like I am saving them, I simply have limits on what I can get done in a given amount of time. Dealing with boxes isn't the highest priority. It's there, it just isn't at a level that gets attention until it's, well, in a pile.
I'm not tired, or worn, or anything. I just can't focus. I am probably just going to go to bed. It feels as if I have been driving through fog all night. It's draining. I could stay up, I just, almost literally, can't see a reason to do so. Hmm... I might go ahead and gather boxes, and take them to the kitchen. But I probably won't fuss with them too much. Perhaps sort out another keeper or two, and organize the throw/break-down pile... putting the airbags into that pile... for now. Yes, I just contradicted myself, twice. About doing nothing else, and about dealing with the bags and boxes right when I move them. I can count, and remember! Mostly. That's how living in fog goes.
Good night... day to you regular people.
Gently, mostly, just being.
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Even in here there are sharp edges, pointy things, and bad vibes. Muted, of course, in the painless dance of psychic resonances. I am doing this and that, and more, slowly. Real things. The first bag to go out is ready, dishes have been messed with and readied, coffee was made. But these things are being drifted through, as if a ghost was gifted with flesh but was doing these things in the way ghosts often do what all else they do. Floating, without thought, minus intent.
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Even in here there are sharp edges, pointy things, and bad vibes. Muted, of course, in the painless dance of psychic resonances. I am doing this and that, and more, slowly. Real things. The first bag to go out is ready, dishes have been messed with and readied, coffee was made. But these things are being drifted through, as if a ghost was gifted with flesh but was doing these things in the way ghosts often do what all else they do. Floating, without thought, minus intent.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Doing well, I suppose.
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The cave has gotten very messy. Tasks, chores, and down time, have all been taking what I have. I need to get back to some state of mind in which I can work, and then set that time aside for cleaning. The thing is, there is always something I have to do. Simple needs, like food, perishables, business. And then the mind wanders. I think more mechanical or technical, with domestics running a smooth last, behind a dozen other thoughts. Domestics are as unnatural to me as the day is. Actually, I can do days more easily, when I can do days.
I took a nap rather than trying to push through. Now that I have my medicine, I can set them up fully for a couple of weeks, perhaps a month. That should help me get back to a more stable schedule, perhaps a day schedule again before too long. I'm going to have to fight for days. They simply aren't easy for me to maintain, solo. Still, after rearranging my medicine, and from time to time, I have been doing much better at getting to, and staying on, days. It's when I have to push and pinch out time and effort when my body isn't ready for it that things go end over tails. It's just going to happen sometimes.
A shower, the nap, I don't know what tonight will bring. I am hoping to begin clearing and cleaning. The trash needs to go out, and recycling too I think. I have a load of dishes to finish, and more after that if those can go into the sink. I remember what I finally did to solve the lack of function regarding the drain plugs... I used smaller plastic basins in the sink. I may still have those, though maybe not. I need to measure the sink for the next time I am in town. Simple, effective, relatively inexpensive. Have drain plugs ever worked? I have bought four different kinds since living here and none of them work.
Cleaning, I think, if anything, is the goal for tonight, and for the next week. I do have some business to attend, but I need to find one more piece of paperwork. Well, there is some other business. Two will require a visit to local offices, during daylight office hours and one will require a phone call. I will be ordering beef, but later in the month. It takes about three weeks for them to process it, so I will order into the second week so as to hit the first of next month, or close enough. I've been spending too much, too fast. So I will be slowing down on that. Wasteful spending, in some small part, too. Foolish. So easy though!
On to something or other. Ah, waking! First I have to wake. Then I can figure the rest out. Good day... or night.
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The cave has gotten very messy. Tasks, chores, and down time, have all been taking what I have. I need to get back to some state of mind in which I can work, and then set that time aside for cleaning. The thing is, there is always something I have to do. Simple needs, like food, perishables, business. And then the mind wanders. I think more mechanical or technical, with domestics running a smooth last, behind a dozen other thoughts. Domestics are as unnatural to me as the day is. Actually, I can do days more easily, when I can do days.
I took a nap rather than trying to push through. Now that I have my medicine, I can set them up fully for a couple of weeks, perhaps a month. That should help me get back to a more stable schedule, perhaps a day schedule again before too long. I'm going to have to fight for days. They simply aren't easy for me to maintain, solo. Still, after rearranging my medicine, and from time to time, I have been doing much better at getting to, and staying on, days. It's when I have to push and pinch out time and effort when my body isn't ready for it that things go end over tails. It's just going to happen sometimes.
A shower, the nap, I don't know what tonight will bring. I am hoping to begin clearing and cleaning. The trash needs to go out, and recycling too I think. I have a load of dishes to finish, and more after that if those can go into the sink. I remember what I finally did to solve the lack of function regarding the drain plugs... I used smaller plastic basins in the sink. I may still have those, though maybe not. I need to measure the sink for the next time I am in town. Simple, effective, relatively inexpensive. Have drain plugs ever worked? I have bought four different kinds since living here and none of them work.
Cleaning, I think, if anything, is the goal for tonight, and for the next week. I do have some business to attend, but I need to find one more piece of paperwork. Well, there is some other business. Two will require a visit to local offices, during daylight office hours and one will require a phone call. I will be ordering beef, but later in the month. It takes about three weeks for them to process it, so I will order into the second week so as to hit the first of next month, or close enough. I've been spending too much, too fast. So I will be slowing down on that. Wasteful spending, in some small part, too. Foolish. So easy though!
On to something or other. Ah, waking! First I have to wake. Then I can figure the rest out. Good day... or night.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Sleep was wonderful.
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I actually coasted on to a quarter past eleven. I was trying to make it as far as possible. I did something to stretch the time... a movie? looking for a recipe? doing a mock build for a gaming rig? I just can't remember. After about 8:30, the stretch didn't allow for memory to be held. Anyone who has gone through sleep deprivation knows that, at some times, memory fades to fog for periods. Sometimes it just becomes jumbled. My body has strict limits, and timers. If I go over timers, now anyway, I just don't get to store recall, unless I go enough over. That time is lost, when I lose recall. But if I push through, the rest just becomes blurry and confused. As my heart used to be, it wasn't dependent on sleep, it was nearly a permanent feature. I couldn't ever sleep enough. Forty to seventy percent of my waking time, depending on my condition at any given moment, for twenty years, is remembered as if lost in a very thick fog bank. Some memories. Life has improved in the last four or five years, and vastly improved in the last three. But I still have limits, though closer to normal things most people know.
I felt good after waking. A little morning soreness and stiffness, about the ribs and torso. I think that was from laying on my back, over a drop-off, while working on the sink. It has, mostly, already passed. I was hungry, first thing. I had the remnants of a bag of baby carrots and saw a jar of peanut butter... that worked well. I was famished, actually. I didn't eat all that much, carrots, and peanut butter, being solid as they are. But I did dig in. Unusual for me to even know hunger first thing in the morning. Usually, when I eat, it's nearly a forced thing. Before I went to bed, I did have some greek yogurt and granola... about a half cup of each, mixed. Not bad, really. It's how I need to eat. Small, several times a day, and good food. Morning hunger though? Weird.
Today? I don't know. While I was hungry, the rest of the gears and switches haven't been sorted out. I am amazingly awake and clear this morning, the machine just hasn't started sorting out the meaning, and direction, of life. I am hoping to do some cleaning, hit the dishes, look for some paperwork, and... I don't know. My goal, again, is to stay awake through the day. I may have a shot at it this time, though maybe not. When the knees begin to buckle while seated, I know I am done. Ah, but it is good to feel good so shortly after waking, and to have such clarity of mind, person, spirit. It's a rare gift for me. I'll just enjoy it for a bit. Then again, even with it, I don't have what it takes to just jump into life even so. Mornings are always a slog. Not a morning man.
Later.
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I actually coasted on to a quarter past eleven. I was trying to make it as far as possible. I did something to stretch the time... a movie? looking for a recipe? doing a mock build for a gaming rig? I just can't remember. After about 8:30, the stretch didn't allow for memory to be held. Anyone who has gone through sleep deprivation knows that, at some times, memory fades to fog for periods. Sometimes it just becomes jumbled. My body has strict limits, and timers. If I go over timers, now anyway, I just don't get to store recall, unless I go enough over. That time is lost, when I lose recall. But if I push through, the rest just becomes blurry and confused. As my heart used to be, it wasn't dependent on sleep, it was nearly a permanent feature. I couldn't ever sleep enough. Forty to seventy percent of my waking time, depending on my condition at any given moment, for twenty years, is remembered as if lost in a very thick fog bank. Some memories. Life has improved in the last four or five years, and vastly improved in the last three. But I still have limits, though closer to normal things most people know.
I felt good after waking. A little morning soreness and stiffness, about the ribs and torso. I think that was from laying on my back, over a drop-off, while working on the sink. It has, mostly, already passed. I was hungry, first thing. I had the remnants of a bag of baby carrots and saw a jar of peanut butter... that worked well. I was famished, actually. I didn't eat all that much, carrots, and peanut butter, being solid as they are. But I did dig in. Unusual for me to even know hunger first thing in the morning. Usually, when I eat, it's nearly a forced thing. Before I went to bed, I did have some greek yogurt and granola... about a half cup of each, mixed. Not bad, really. It's how I need to eat. Small, several times a day, and good food. Morning hunger though? Weird.
Today? I don't know. While I was hungry, the rest of the gears and switches haven't been sorted out. I am amazingly awake and clear this morning, the machine just hasn't started sorting out the meaning, and direction, of life. I am hoping to do some cleaning, hit the dishes, look for some paperwork, and... I don't know. My goal, again, is to stay awake through the day. I may have a shot at it this time, though maybe not. When the knees begin to buckle while seated, I know I am done. Ah, but it is good to feel good so shortly after waking, and to have such clarity of mind, person, spirit. It's a rare gift for me. I'll just enjoy it for a bit. Then again, even with it, I don't have what it takes to just jump into life even so. Mornings are always a slog. Not a morning man.
Later.
Can't push through.
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I had hoped to run the day, going to bed at 17:00 or so. I just don't have it in me. Coffee won't help. I am simply done. Days and nights, again, are messed up. I think worrying about medicine through me off, and tinkering, it was a combination of things. I seem to get back on track fairly well these days, so I'm not going to worry. In the meantime, during the nights, I will still try to push through some things.
Back to house cleaning, I suppose. I need to find another bit of paperwork while I am at it. I have a shop stool to put together as well. Things are slowly coming together. I don't know if I will ever utilize what I have. Then again, most of what I have has been used. Urhm, more the 50% anyway. And most of it will be used, eventually. Ah well, if there is a tinkering who gets to look through my stuff, perhaps they might put it all to use. I will graduate, eventually.
I started a new game, if it is a lot like the game that came after it which I have played. I had hoped it would help me stay awake. Not this time, or today. I won't get dragged into it, at least not at first. It is too much like the game I did play. Some games seem so old, that they aren't worth the risk. Between poor graphics, poor game play, and such, it is often best going with newer games. It's just that, once in a while, if a game is really fun, looking back to it's predecessor(s) pans out, or is at least worth the risk. I think this will be one of those types. But, knowing the game, sort of, means getting too into isn't as likely.
Darn! The sun looks to be out in full. A great day to be awake. A poor day to attempt to sleep through. I guess you don't always get to pick which way the things end up. I'll certainly manage. Barely keeping my eyes open. No twigs to keep them open, though as in the story, it wouldn't help. Just blathering as I begin shutting down for the day(night). I hope you get to a few things and have a pleasant day either way. Good night(day).
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I had hoped to run the day, going to bed at 17:00 or so. I just don't have it in me. Coffee won't help. I am simply done. Days and nights, again, are messed up. I think worrying about medicine through me off, and tinkering, it was a combination of things. I seem to get back on track fairly well these days, so I'm not going to worry. In the meantime, during the nights, I will still try to push through some things.
Back to house cleaning, I suppose. I need to find another bit of paperwork while I am at it. I have a shop stool to put together as well. Things are slowly coming together. I don't know if I will ever utilize what I have. Then again, most of what I have has been used. Urhm, more the 50% anyway. And most of it will be used, eventually. Ah well, if there is a tinkering who gets to look through my stuff, perhaps they might put it all to use. I will graduate, eventually.
I started a new game, if it is a lot like the game that came after it which I have played. I had hoped it would help me stay awake. Not this time, or today. I won't get dragged into it, at least not at first. It is too much like the game I did play. Some games seem so old, that they aren't worth the risk. Between poor graphics, poor game play, and such, it is often best going with newer games. It's just that, once in a while, if a game is really fun, looking back to it's predecessor(s) pans out, or is at least worth the risk. I think this will be one of those types. But, knowing the game, sort of, means getting too into isn't as likely.
Darn! The sun looks to be out in full. A great day to be awake. A poor day to attempt to sleep through. I guess you don't always get to pick which way the things end up. I'll certainly manage. Barely keeping my eyes open. No twigs to keep them open, though as in the story, it wouldn't help. Just blathering as I begin shutting down for the day(night). I hope you get to a few things and have a pleasant day either way. Good night(day).
In to town.
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If nothing else, I simply wanted to escape. It was a short escape, and gravity of home pulled me back fairly quickly. But, of the moment, it will do. I checked my mail first thing. Some things I was hoping for were in. Some thing I didn't think would be in was. My water pills! Yes, that will make life much more comfortable. The rest I had another week before I was out, and that particular one isn't as vital, but welcome none the less. Shortshifting some medicines is fine, not so with others.
A meal, first thing. I have been too busy to cook, or otherwise tinker with, food. Some tasks just require too much for me to do other things. I probably, if I had thought about it, would have chosen food. Probably. But when involved, and focused, thinking on different matters isn't always possible. It was more than I could eat, but just by four bites. I would much rather have it that way than to finish the last bite and begin looking around for... food. Don't tease, all I'm suggesting.
Then to the grocery store. I was able to buy almost all of the fluids I had hoped to purchase, and the mixes. Good thing I stopped at the post office first. There was a flier making soda much less expensive. The rest was just as is. I bought the one thing I might need for waffles. I was sure, and verified when I got home, that I had baking powder. The problem is that I don't know how old it is. I'll check it first. I just know if I had checked it without having fresh on hand it would have been bad. Just trust me. As well, I bought a number of whole grain things and yogurts of several styles, so a breakfast can be had even if I am not up to cooking. Mix to two, is my thought. I've been meaning to try that anyway. Might have a bit of that in a while, just because I can and haven't been eating well so perhaps should.
I did mean to pick up another coffee pot. The old one that was pressed into service just isn't the best. It doesn't want to stay together, and doesn't go together well. It works, but then so do I... mostly, sometimes. But I wouldn't hire me to do squat. Might ask for a hand, or a short bit of work. And, the coffee pot is like that. I'll keep it around, for when the next one fails, or I need it for some sort of experiment or project. Oh well. I have to get into town soon anyway. More business has come up. Well, and I only bought just enough milk and cream to last a bit, until my store is open. Gas, here, at the one place I noticed, was down to $1.69? Seriously? Nice.
Well... on to a few other things. Later. Or good night. I'm just not sure yet.
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If nothing else, I simply wanted to escape. It was a short escape, and gravity of home pulled me back fairly quickly. But, of the moment, it will do. I checked my mail first thing. Some things I was hoping for were in. Some thing I didn't think would be in was. My water pills! Yes, that will make life much more comfortable. The rest I had another week before I was out, and that particular one isn't as vital, but welcome none the less. Shortshifting some medicines is fine, not so with others.
A meal, first thing. I have been too busy to cook, or otherwise tinker with, food. Some tasks just require too much for me to do other things. I probably, if I had thought about it, would have chosen food. Probably. But when involved, and focused, thinking on different matters isn't always possible. It was more than I could eat, but just by four bites. I would much rather have it that way than to finish the last bite and begin looking around for... food. Don't tease, all I'm suggesting.
Then to the grocery store. I was able to buy almost all of the fluids I had hoped to purchase, and the mixes. Good thing I stopped at the post office first. There was a flier making soda much less expensive. The rest was just as is. I bought the one thing I might need for waffles. I was sure, and verified when I got home, that I had baking powder. The problem is that I don't know how old it is. I'll check it first. I just know if I had checked it without having fresh on hand it would have been bad. Just trust me. As well, I bought a number of whole grain things and yogurts of several styles, so a breakfast can be had even if I am not up to cooking. Mix to two, is my thought. I've been meaning to try that anyway. Might have a bit of that in a while, just because I can and haven't been eating well so perhaps should.
I did mean to pick up another coffee pot. The old one that was pressed into service just isn't the best. It doesn't want to stay together, and doesn't go together well. It works, but then so do I... mostly, sometimes. But I wouldn't hire me to do squat. Might ask for a hand, or a short bit of work. And, the coffee pot is like that. I'll keep it around, for when the next one fails, or I need it for some sort of experiment or project. Oh well. I have to get into town soon anyway. More business has come up. Well, and I only bought just enough milk and cream to last a bit, until my store is open. Gas, here, at the one place I noticed, was down to $1.69? Seriously? Nice.
Well... on to a few other things. Later. Or good night. I'm just not sure yet.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Coffee = Good
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A couple of days of skipping it makes it much more doable without whole cream. I used regular sugar for a change. I'll be getting turbinado sugar soon enough. I keep sugar on hand for pies and such, usually not using it. Turbinado is my preferred sugar if I am going to use it for consumption, I just haven't remembered to buy it. They are two different things though, not really replacements. It'll work as is though. As medicine and caffeine are being used sparingly, with dark dreams, even with a solid success, my world was starting to rock.
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A couple of days of skipping it makes it much more doable without whole cream. I used regular sugar for a change. I'll be getting turbinado sugar soon enough. I keep sugar on hand for pies and such, usually not using it. Turbinado is my preferred sugar if I am going to use it for consumption, I just haven't remembered to buy it. They are two different things though, not really replacements. It'll work as is though. As medicine and caffeine are being used sparingly, with dark dreams, even with a solid success, my world was starting to rock.
Rough day again.
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No problem, I expected it. I worked for a good hour upside down, with a ledge in my back, all totaled yesterday. It wasn't the work, it was the position. I did get used to it, as to immediate effects, but it's still an odd way to work, especially on a broken plane creasing right below my shoulder blades. Well, and I have decided to take every other dose. It will stretch out my medicine almost a week. But it is destabilizing in some way. On top of that, I couldn't get to bed until 7:30 this morning. I just could not drop. Oh, and two days without coffee has an affect. Everything that can be out of sorts is. They aren't all out completely, or as harshly... individually... as they could be. But everything that could be wrong has is at least a quart to half turn out of sync. No more pain pills today. I know it's just anacin, but those things start small. Besides, suffering isn't an evil. Draining, bitter dregs, but teaching, wisening, and in this case well earned.
I did get a shower in, and set dishes to soak again. In the basin in the tub, though that will be coming to an end. With the sink operational, and me (usually) keeping up on dishes better lately, the sink will be recommissioned for that duty. I just have to clean the darned thing and surrounds before it can be put back to it's original work. I am hoping, today, just to finish the dishes, get another shower, and maybe get in to town. But first I have to spend some time waking. I made coffee. I guess I'll just have to drink it black and sweet. Gotta have some caffeine, at least, today. I need to buy some tea. That would offer a caffeinated alternative. I have thought about liquid caffeine, but I am still considering... that could be abused.
My phone is having problems with the stylus, so I can't use it for lists. So, I typed it out and printed it. I have seen my computer and "smartphone" interact, so I assume through some method or other, they are being used on each other in a negative way. At least my old computer. Once they hack in to either, they can open up bluetooth, or channels on wi-fi, and get to the other. No, boys and girls, your systems are not safe, even from each other. Whichever is the weakest link is probably going to be the doorway.
I know I dreamed. I know it was hard dreams. I just don't know what. Love, war, and life all present difficulties. Is there any who have not lost their way, gone far wrong, done the very worst thing in a situation, and had to emotionally, psychologically, and/or physically had to work their way out? The depths go as low as heaven is high. Seen em' both. Chosen, but my foolishness and other foibles doesn't allow for just one quite yet. Even as well as I have been doing that way, I still have a past that wasn't so good. Even when living right, though, mistakes are made. At least the dream isn't haunting my waking hours too.
All in all, in spite of that, I am doing fine. The success of the faucet installation is enough to go on, for a while. And will help me look forward to the next set of jobs, tasks, chores, and such. The next plumbing job will, probably, be to replace what needs to be replaced in the shower knobs. There is just starting to be an occasional drip. Not every day, not every time, just once in a while. I have the kit... the pullers, the gismos, the paste, and other tools... to pull and refresh those. Probably just the gaskets, needing replaced, but I won't know until I have them apart. Not the next job, but higher on the list.
Well... coffee, reading, and then... time just to wake drifting on music and memories. Later.
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No problem, I expected it. I worked for a good hour upside down, with a ledge in my back, all totaled yesterday. It wasn't the work, it was the position. I did get used to it, as to immediate effects, but it's still an odd way to work, especially on a broken plane creasing right below my shoulder blades. Well, and I have decided to take every other dose. It will stretch out my medicine almost a week. But it is destabilizing in some way. On top of that, I couldn't get to bed until 7:30 this morning. I just could not drop. Oh, and two days without coffee has an affect. Everything that can be out of sorts is. They aren't all out completely, or as harshly... individually... as they could be. But everything that could be wrong has is at least a quart to half turn out of sync. No more pain pills today. I know it's just anacin, but those things start small. Besides, suffering isn't an evil. Draining, bitter dregs, but teaching, wisening, and in this case well earned.
I did get a shower in, and set dishes to soak again. In the basin in the tub, though that will be coming to an end. With the sink operational, and me (usually) keeping up on dishes better lately, the sink will be recommissioned for that duty. I just have to clean the darned thing and surrounds before it can be put back to it's original work. I am hoping, today, just to finish the dishes, get another shower, and maybe get in to town. But first I have to spend some time waking. I made coffee. I guess I'll just have to drink it black and sweet. Gotta have some caffeine, at least, today. I need to buy some tea. That would offer a caffeinated alternative. I have thought about liquid caffeine, but I am still considering... that could be abused.
My phone is having problems with the stylus, so I can't use it for lists. So, I typed it out and printed it. I have seen my computer and "smartphone" interact, so I assume through some method or other, they are being used on each other in a negative way. At least my old computer. Once they hack in to either, they can open up bluetooth, or channels on wi-fi, and get to the other. No, boys and girls, your systems are not safe, even from each other. Whichever is the weakest link is probably going to be the doorway.
I know I dreamed. I know it was hard dreams. I just don't know what. Love, war, and life all present difficulties. Is there any who have not lost their way, gone far wrong, done the very worst thing in a situation, and had to emotionally, psychologically, and/or physically had to work their way out? The depths go as low as heaven is high. Seen em' both. Chosen, but my foolishness and other foibles doesn't allow for just one quite yet. Even as well as I have been doing that way, I still have a past that wasn't so good. Even when living right, though, mistakes are made. At least the dream isn't haunting my waking hours too.
All in all, in spite of that, I am doing fine. The success of the faucet installation is enough to go on, for a while. And will help me look forward to the next set of jobs, tasks, chores, and such. The next plumbing job will, probably, be to replace what needs to be replaced in the shower knobs. There is just starting to be an occasional drip. Not every day, not every time, just once in a while. I have the kit... the pullers, the gismos, the paste, and other tools... to pull and refresh those. Probably just the gaskets, needing replaced, but I won't know until I have them apart. Not the next job, but higher on the list.
Well... coffee, reading, and then... time just to wake drifting on music and memories. Later.
Bigger hammer?
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As I was heading in to take a shower, I realized there was one remaining task regarding the faucet. I checked the flow again. Nope, still slow. A pessimist has to check just like an optimist, if usually I am right. The button hole access for attaching the handle to the body has a snap-in cover. I just needed to pop that in. I tried by hand. I have strong hands. But between the odd angles, slippery chrome, and small size of the button, it just would not go. I decided to just grab the hammer, then calmed and decided the rubber mallet would be best. *bam, bam bam bam!* Not too hard, but it had to go in. Just to see if I had, in my efforts, broken anything, I turned on the water. Excellent flow! My faucet works perfectly now! I am not sure if the pounding did something or if the button cap created a pressure bubble in there. Yes, it has an o-ring, so it does seal. I had thought the o-ring was in place just in case of a leak.
I am airdrying, after the shower. I will tinker just a bit. I am pretty sure I will go into town, sometime this morning. I need to make a shopping list, including various butter, milk, eggs, heavy cream, and whatever else the recipe for waffles requires. I might go ahead and get soda, too. It's been a while. Oh, and that crystal-clear, or such... that's been a bit of a relief. I don't like the artificial sweetener it uses, but beggars can't always be choosers. It doesn't mess with my diabetes, it offers something as close to coolaid as I can handle, and it just works. I have been needing to change up my fluid consumption. Coffee is good, but can't be everything. Soda... well... is soda. Good only for a change, or when coffee seems like too much fuss. Milk is good, but can be heavy, and sometimes just seems too thick. And just regular water, of course. I would drink more straight water, but the volumes I seem to need, when I try to drink only water, causes a rasp in my throat, slowly decreasing the amount I can drink until I just can't touch the stuff. Variety. Oh, and maybe some more beer. A couple of those with a meal sure adds the right touch, especially after a day of effort.
I can't believe I have a faucet, and that it works full blast. Oh, and yes, I did fix my bathroom sink as well. It runs like it should. Now all I need to do is figure out why the bathroom sink drains so slowly. I'll... get to it. Perhaps you might even believe, now, that if I live long enough that I might actually fix that too! Doubters! A good day, especially considering the terrible start to it, and to work. It ended up taking all day. Good think I had all day! :p Later.
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As I was heading in to take a shower, I realized there was one remaining task regarding the faucet. I checked the flow again. Nope, still slow. A pessimist has to check just like an optimist, if usually I am right. The button hole access for attaching the handle to the body has a snap-in cover. I just needed to pop that in. I tried by hand. I have strong hands. But between the odd angles, slippery chrome, and small size of the button, it just would not go. I decided to just grab the hammer, then calmed and decided the rubber mallet would be best. *bam, bam bam bam!* Not too hard, but it had to go in. Just to see if I had, in my efforts, broken anything, I turned on the water. Excellent flow! My faucet works perfectly now! I am not sure if the pounding did something or if the button cap created a pressure bubble in there. Yes, it has an o-ring, so it does seal. I had thought the o-ring was in place just in case of a leak.
I am airdrying, after the shower. I will tinker just a bit. I am pretty sure I will go into town, sometime this morning. I need to make a shopping list, including various butter, milk, eggs, heavy cream, and whatever else the recipe for waffles requires. I might go ahead and get soda, too. It's been a while. Oh, and that crystal-clear, or such... that's been a bit of a relief. I don't like the artificial sweetener it uses, but beggars can't always be choosers. It doesn't mess with my diabetes, it offers something as close to coolaid as I can handle, and it just works. I have been needing to change up my fluid consumption. Coffee is good, but can't be everything. Soda... well... is soda. Good only for a change, or when coffee seems like too much fuss. Milk is good, but can be heavy, and sometimes just seems too thick. And just regular water, of course. I would drink more straight water, but the volumes I seem to need, when I try to drink only water, causes a rasp in my throat, slowly decreasing the amount I can drink until I just can't touch the stuff. Variety. Oh, and maybe some more beer. A couple of those with a meal sure adds the right touch, especially after a day of effort.
I can't believe I have a faucet, and that it works full blast. Oh, and yes, I did fix my bathroom sink as well. It runs like it should. Now all I need to do is figure out why the bathroom sink drains so slowly. I'll... get to it. Perhaps you might even believe, now, that if I live long enough that I might actually fix that too! Doubters! A good day, especially considering the terrible start to it, and to work. It ended up taking all day. Good think I had all day! :p Later.
Ah Ha-Ha!
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Finally! The faucet is connected. The first time I did it incorrectly, from inexperience. This time it was perfect. No, the instructions didn't, and still don't, help. Actually I tinkered some of it, and found help on a similar system from a different maker. Anywho. While I was under there, I redid the spray nozzle mount, tightened the soap dispenser mount, and filled the soap reservoir. Yes, I mean connected. Water lines, spray line, all of it. Then I put the plumbing back together. Nothing I have or could think of would keep the drain piping solid, so... for now... duct tape! I don't like the notion for long term. But for now it will work.
And, yes, the faucet works. It runs slowly, slower than what I would like, with or without the screen limiter at the end. If I had to guess, I would say they built something into some other part of the system. I may contact them to see. Still, it is running faster than it ever has, and better than the old faucet and the new one that junked out quickly lending to me buying this one. It's been quite a while since I had a working faucet in the kitchen. I'm almost afraid to tinker with it, if need be, should there be a way to adjust water flow. But... what the heck. I'm already into it pretty heavily with time and coin, might as well go all the way if there is a way.
I didn't see any leaks. I'll have to check that from time to time, maybe tighten things just a bit in a week as well.
Now I am thinking of taking a shower, running to town for a few items, and a meal, before crashing. I'll decide, for sure, after a shower.
I did order a couple of games to try on my "new" computer. The first one is pretty old, the first Witcher game. It is laggy as crap. I am considering updating the video board. I'm just a bit nervous about what this machine will even take. I also looked for an updated processor. What I have is about midrange for the ADM phenom, a 6650, or some such. The highest in the class, that fits on the same type of board, is a 9950, give or take. It doesn't seem to add much in horsepower. I need to compare specs to see if it is even worth it. Just something to play old games with, for now. Hmm... I wonder if XP games will run on this. I have a bunch of those. Graphics aren't great, but I was in it for the stories. Graphics just have to be good enough so that I can tell what is happening. Then again, even today's graphics aren't stellar.
Well... on to a shower, maybe to town. Later.
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Finally! The faucet is connected. The first time I did it incorrectly, from inexperience. This time it was perfect. No, the instructions didn't, and still don't, help. Actually I tinkered some of it, and found help on a similar system from a different maker. Anywho. While I was under there, I redid the spray nozzle mount, tightened the soap dispenser mount, and filled the soap reservoir. Yes, I mean connected. Water lines, spray line, all of it. Then I put the plumbing back together. Nothing I have or could think of would keep the drain piping solid, so... for now... duct tape! I don't like the notion for long term. But for now it will work.
And, yes, the faucet works. It runs slowly, slower than what I would like, with or without the screen limiter at the end. If I had to guess, I would say they built something into some other part of the system. I may contact them to see. Still, it is running faster than it ever has, and better than the old faucet and the new one that junked out quickly lending to me buying this one. It's been quite a while since I had a working faucet in the kitchen. I'm almost afraid to tinker with it, if need be, should there be a way to adjust water flow. But... what the heck. I'm already into it pretty heavily with time and coin, might as well go all the way if there is a way.
I didn't see any leaks. I'll have to check that from time to time, maybe tighten things just a bit in a week as well.
Now I am thinking of taking a shower, running to town for a few items, and a meal, before crashing. I'll decide, for sure, after a shower.
I did order a couple of games to try on my "new" computer. The first one is pretty old, the first Witcher game. It is laggy as crap. I am considering updating the video board. I'm just a bit nervous about what this machine will even take. I also looked for an updated processor. What I have is about midrange for the ADM phenom, a 6650, or some such. The highest in the class, that fits on the same type of board, is a 9950, give or take. It doesn't seem to add much in horsepower. I need to compare specs to see if it is even worth it. Just something to play old games with, for now. Hmm... I wonder if XP games will run on this. I have a bunch of those. Graphics aren't great, but I was in it for the stories. Graphics just have to be good enough so that I can tell what is happening. Then again, even today's graphics aren't stellar.
Well... on to a shower, maybe to town. Later.
Almost forgot.
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I suppose what I experienced earlier sort of put me off. Some things are easier to forget than others, for sure. But, no, even if I wanted to forget completely, I am doing too well. Downturns in health or other states aren't enough to let me skate these days. So I did crawl back under there, a bit nervous about how long I could last. Oddly, I am having absolutely no problem function under there, upside down and all. Perhaps I was just hungrier than I thought. Or maybe it was too early in the day. Or something had to settle. I simply don't know. Now I could work under there for hours.
I have one of the pieces of the puzzle together, but now I need to snug a capping nut all the way up six or seven inches of main body bolt. It has rather fine, if not quite machine, grooves. I have purchased several set of closed face, but ratcheting sockets. I just had to find them. That should sure help beat the first time I installed this. It isn't necessarily difficult, but it takes a good long time to do. I am hoping I can get enough room to swing that ratchet with some speed. It's a fairly snug fit, and will catch from time to time. I just have to hope the pieces of the puzzle I have together don't fall apart in the process, or that the faucet doesn't rock off it's base at a cant. A bit of a pain in the butt.
I thought of a shortcut just now. The mind is wonderful about things when brainstorming. It won't work, but it is a good idea. If I could just fold the underpinnings through the hole, I could do most of the work sitting in a chair instead of under the sink. Metal just does not fold well, not this sort. Still, it was a cheery thought while it lasted. Sort of like making room in your vehicle to fit a large object only to realize no matter how much room you can create in the interior, you still have to get past the door/hatch. Yeah, and I so liked the idea.
I best get back to the mines. Just wanted to... think some things out while checking some other things and having a quick rest. Later.
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I suppose what I experienced earlier sort of put me off. Some things are easier to forget than others, for sure. But, no, even if I wanted to forget completely, I am doing too well. Downturns in health or other states aren't enough to let me skate these days. So I did crawl back under there, a bit nervous about how long I could last. Oddly, I am having absolutely no problem function under there, upside down and all. Perhaps I was just hungrier than I thought. Or maybe it was too early in the day. Or something had to settle. I simply don't know. Now I could work under there for hours.
I have one of the pieces of the puzzle together, but now I need to snug a capping nut all the way up six or seven inches of main body bolt. It has rather fine, if not quite machine, grooves. I have purchased several set of closed face, but ratcheting sockets. I just had to find them. That should sure help beat the first time I installed this. It isn't necessarily difficult, but it takes a good long time to do. I am hoping I can get enough room to swing that ratchet with some speed. It's a fairly snug fit, and will catch from time to time. I just have to hope the pieces of the puzzle I have together don't fall apart in the process, or that the faucet doesn't rock off it's base at a cant. A bit of a pain in the butt.
I thought of a shortcut just now. The mind is wonderful about things when brainstorming. It won't work, but it is a good idea. If I could just fold the underpinnings through the hole, I could do most of the work sitting in a chair instead of under the sink. Metal just does not fold well, not this sort. Still, it was a cheery thought while it lasted. Sort of like making room in your vehicle to fit a large object only to realize no matter how much room you can create in the interior, you still have to get past the door/hatch. Yeah, and I so liked the idea.
I best get back to the mines. Just wanted to... think some things out while checking some other things and having a quick rest. Later.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Movie review: The Conjuring.
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I just couldn't get back to crawling under the sink. I decided to watch a recent purchase, named in the title. I was in the perfect mood to watch a movie, physically. And, really, this was the right type of show for my emotional mood. Something about frustration makes horror seem reasonable? Yeah. I will be writing with great pains to avoid any spoilers. I hate when someone pops spoilers into a review, at least without giving due warning. Cretans who were born in barns. Wait, I had a cousin who was born in a barn and she turned out to be a pretty good apple, for a girl. :p
This isn't the fastest pace horror movie you will ever see. Nor the goriest, or a whole list of other typical identifiers with the genre. Which, to my tastes for the most part, is a good thing. The flow and feel is more like a documentary of a documentary. The documenters, and their subjects, are the... whole of the subject. There are bits and pieces about the people, little bits of who they are, how they live, what they do, but the majority of the story is just about what happened. This sort of movie making puts a bit of a buffer between the viewer and the story. Which means, if your children are mature enough, this would be a scary movie they might be able to watch. Still, some discretion is advised. Younger teens, perhaps, would be as young as I would allow.
I personally enjoyed the details. The bits and pieces. But it seemed a bit scattered. There were the investigators, the family, at the problem home, at another home, this and that. Not unusual for a movie, though in this case it seemed to distract from the story. This is the downside of what I suggested in the previous paragraph. It does make it easier to watch, but mildly tampers the enthusiasm or moment. It was not difficult to watch, it just wasn't difficult to find myself distracted at times.
The story is supposed to be based on real life events. This notion, of course, has taken a real pounding since it became clear that the term "based on real events" has been taken so far out of context, so often, that believability is limited, and worse. I actually purchased this in spite of the term, as an example. After watching the movie, and from personal experience, I actually believe this was rather accurate to the real story, or could be. I am sure some things were added for viewer appeal. I am sure some things were not included that might have been more terrifying, but seemed too over-the-top. It was quite refreshing to see a movie, suggesting that it was based on real events, actually seem plausibly so.
Better still, I didn't see political correctness, sexual oddity, feminism, or any of the other modernist trash that litters so many movies. It was just a story, as it happened, with perhaps minor embellishments (or not... I am a skeptic to a greater degree and must hold the line!). It was just a movie, not some typical Hollywood leftist preaching propaganda monstrosity. Wonderful. I think the only thing I could ask more would be a bit more filler data. I can do without knowing more about each person, or see more of the family or social dynamics. I didn't miss that. But more background, perhaps more about the problem(s). It just didn't have much.
All in all, I thought it was definitely worth watching. I found it entertaining. I didn't find it truly terrifying or horrifying, at least not directly. In some ways, I think they did a better job. The fright isn't with the story, or what people went through, but the underlying causes. I think, in a way, they did far better at striking a bit of fear, and reflection, than if they had rigged the movie to present as a typical horror flick. Evil is out there. And, sometimes, it will find you.
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I just couldn't get back to crawling under the sink. I decided to watch a recent purchase, named in the title. I was in the perfect mood to watch a movie, physically. And, really, this was the right type of show for my emotional mood. Something about frustration makes horror seem reasonable? Yeah. I will be writing with great pains to avoid any spoilers. I hate when someone pops spoilers into a review, at least without giving due warning. Cretans who were born in barns. Wait, I had a cousin who was born in a barn and she turned out to be a pretty good apple, for a girl. :p
This isn't the fastest pace horror movie you will ever see. Nor the goriest, or a whole list of other typical identifiers with the genre. Which, to my tastes for the most part, is a good thing. The flow and feel is more like a documentary of a documentary. The documenters, and their subjects, are the... whole of the subject. There are bits and pieces about the people, little bits of who they are, how they live, what they do, but the majority of the story is just about what happened. This sort of movie making puts a bit of a buffer between the viewer and the story. Which means, if your children are mature enough, this would be a scary movie they might be able to watch. Still, some discretion is advised. Younger teens, perhaps, would be as young as I would allow.
I personally enjoyed the details. The bits and pieces. But it seemed a bit scattered. There were the investigators, the family, at the problem home, at another home, this and that. Not unusual for a movie, though in this case it seemed to distract from the story. This is the downside of what I suggested in the previous paragraph. It does make it easier to watch, but mildly tampers the enthusiasm or moment. It was not difficult to watch, it just wasn't difficult to find myself distracted at times.
The story is supposed to be based on real life events. This notion, of course, has taken a real pounding since it became clear that the term "based on real events" has been taken so far out of context, so often, that believability is limited, and worse. I actually purchased this in spite of the term, as an example. After watching the movie, and from personal experience, I actually believe this was rather accurate to the real story, or could be. I am sure some things were added for viewer appeal. I am sure some things were not included that might have been more terrifying, but seemed too over-the-top. It was quite refreshing to see a movie, suggesting that it was based on real events, actually seem plausibly so.
Better still, I didn't see political correctness, sexual oddity, feminism, or any of the other modernist trash that litters so many movies. It was just a story, as it happened, with perhaps minor embellishments (or not... I am a skeptic to a greater degree and must hold the line!). It was just a movie, not some typical Hollywood leftist preaching propaganda monstrosity. Wonderful. I think the only thing I could ask more would be a bit more filler data. I can do without knowing more about each person, or see more of the family or social dynamics. I didn't miss that. But more background, perhaps more about the problem(s). It just didn't have much.
All in all, I thought it was definitely worth watching. I found it entertaining. I didn't find it truly terrifying or horrifying, at least not directly. In some ways, I think they did a better job. The fright isn't with the story, or what people went through, but the underlying causes. I think, in a way, they did far better at striking a bit of fear, and reflection, than if they had rigged the movie to present as a typical horror flick. Evil is out there. And, sometimes, it will find you.
Not quite ready.
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I'll get the faucet in, but it'll take me today. I got under and tinkered for a bit. I guess I am more off my game than I thought today. It isn't hard work, I'm just not used to being on my back. No, I sleep on my side, half-curled up or more. Meds have been taken regularly. So it isn't that. It was very rough under there. It's more like I was hanging upside down, included nausea and a bit of confusion. I must be really off today, more than I thought. I doubt if I will make it to town, at least until later. After an half hour of that I had to quit and take a seat. I'll give it another half hour then try to get back to it.
I have set the thing up so that it should be easy to install. I had forgotten how things went, exactly. And I got something put in the wrong way to start it off. This faucet goes on in a strange sort of way. It's a compression three part mechanism that fits together like a puzzle, yet has to be positioned right up against the underside of the counter. There is little space to work, less so for me. My advantage is having long arms. It's all a trade, I suppose. It is sort of fun, unless my body is in some weird mode where odd angles are disturbing to it. On top of the underside puzzle, the faucet itself is heavy, and sits on top of a base where it has to balance. While jiggling the three under-pieces up, you have to not knock the faucet itself off the base. It's... tricky. Doable but tricky. An extra hand, just to hold the faucet body steady, would be good. I haven't quite figured out a great way to stabilize the faucet body, but have a simple solution in play. Yeah, I do like doing this sort of thing, normally.
Hmm... perhaps a bit of food would help. I'm still a bit dizzy from the first try, hunger isn't helping that. Salami, cheese, and crackers would do the trick. I might actually watch a movie while eating, to try to ease the condition generated by the effort. I've not had that happen before, and I've worked on the sink often enough, and other things. Odd. Old, ill, I should... and do to an extent, expect strange things. I thought I knew most of them though.
If I can get that in today, then shower, I may still try to get to town. I need various items from the grocery. The waffle iron arrived today, I am sure there may be things in the various recipes I intend to try which I don't have. Fresh baking powder or soda, I know I am out of milk, could use a few more eggs... plus what else I am needing. Getting to town is a serious maybe. Heck, finishing the faucet installation is only a possibility. That really hit me pretty hard, like I was pounded on the head by a bigger giant. Ah well, I'll get it. More now that I have it pretty much figured out. Tricky even so.
Later.
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I'll get the faucet in, but it'll take me today. I got under and tinkered for a bit. I guess I am more off my game than I thought today. It isn't hard work, I'm just not used to being on my back. No, I sleep on my side, half-curled up or more. Meds have been taken regularly. So it isn't that. It was very rough under there. It's more like I was hanging upside down, included nausea and a bit of confusion. I must be really off today, more than I thought. I doubt if I will make it to town, at least until later. After an half hour of that I had to quit and take a seat. I'll give it another half hour then try to get back to it.
I have set the thing up so that it should be easy to install. I had forgotten how things went, exactly. And I got something put in the wrong way to start it off. This faucet goes on in a strange sort of way. It's a compression three part mechanism that fits together like a puzzle, yet has to be positioned right up against the underside of the counter. There is little space to work, less so for me. My advantage is having long arms. It's all a trade, I suppose. It is sort of fun, unless my body is in some weird mode where odd angles are disturbing to it. On top of the underside puzzle, the faucet itself is heavy, and sits on top of a base where it has to balance. While jiggling the three under-pieces up, you have to not knock the faucet itself off the base. It's... tricky. Doable but tricky. An extra hand, just to hold the faucet body steady, would be good. I haven't quite figured out a great way to stabilize the faucet body, but have a simple solution in play. Yeah, I do like doing this sort of thing, normally.
Hmm... perhaps a bit of food would help. I'm still a bit dizzy from the first try, hunger isn't helping that. Salami, cheese, and crackers would do the trick. I might actually watch a movie while eating, to try to ease the condition generated by the effort. I've not had that happen before, and I've worked on the sink often enough, and other things. Odd. Old, ill, I should... and do to an extent, expect strange things. I thought I knew most of them though.
If I can get that in today, then shower, I may still try to get to town. I need various items from the grocery. The waffle iron arrived today, I am sure there may be things in the various recipes I intend to try which I don't have. Fresh baking powder or soda, I know I am out of milk, could use a few more eggs... plus what else I am needing. Getting to town is a serious maybe. Heck, finishing the faucet installation is only a possibility. That really hit me pretty hard, like I was pounded on the head by a bigger giant. Ah well, I'll get it. More now that I have it pretty much figured out. Tricky even so.
Later.
Well, I best get to it.
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Between taking some time to wake, even without coffee, giving the anacin a chance to work, and doing my "morning" e-rounds, it's about time to get cracking. I have decided to put the faucet in first, then take a shower, then call my friend. Calling him right away and he will want me to show up really soon, putting too much pressure on my frail economy of will this day. So... A plan of action and... if I could just escape gravity and this chair. I'm getting there.
My attempt, so far, to receive information regarding doing a bit of tech work has been unsat so far. One writer suggested that a swampcooler bogs down and doesn't work well. Oh contrair... I have seen it work. Some people just don't understand that, in the wilds, plug and play is not part of the option. Filters, a bit of tinkering, and you get what you get. Not always perfect, but not bad either. It's part of the fun, as I see things, when able. Another wanted to make sure I had a way to turn it off, suggesting theirs got too cool. Off? Seriously? Removing a wire is all it takes. Still, perhaps someone with some mild know-how, or a link that helped them, might still show up. Don't tell me "no", or go negative. Do or do not help, just don't get in the way. I'll begin, after I have finished some other projects, begin researching again... on fitting a minor solar kit and creating the foldable shower house. Not today, or probably until this weekend. But it's coming. Hmm... with the shower outhouse, using bags to heat the water on the roof would also add weight to keep the thing stable and grounded. Tie-downs are nice, but weight really helps, especially light structures. Oh, and cool ones to mix or use on the inside, depending on outside temps. Lots of extra weight. Just thinking out loud.
Oh, right, what was I suggesting? Ah, right. To the faucet, then a shower. Later!
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Between taking some time to wake, even without coffee, giving the anacin a chance to work, and doing my "morning" e-rounds, it's about time to get cracking. I have decided to put the faucet in first, then take a shower, then call my friend. Calling him right away and he will want me to show up really soon, putting too much pressure on my frail economy of will this day. So... A plan of action and... if I could just escape gravity and this chair. I'm getting there.
My attempt, so far, to receive information regarding doing a bit of tech work has been unsat so far. One writer suggested that a swampcooler bogs down and doesn't work well. Oh contrair... I have seen it work. Some people just don't understand that, in the wilds, plug and play is not part of the option. Filters, a bit of tinkering, and you get what you get. Not always perfect, but not bad either. It's part of the fun, as I see things, when able. Another wanted to make sure I had a way to turn it off, suggesting theirs got too cool. Off? Seriously? Removing a wire is all it takes. Still, perhaps someone with some mild know-how, or a link that helped them, might still show up. Don't tell me "no", or go negative. Do or do not help, just don't get in the way. I'll begin, after I have finished some other projects, begin researching again... on fitting a minor solar kit and creating the foldable shower house. Not today, or probably until this weekend. But it's coming. Hmm... with the shower outhouse, using bags to heat the water on the roof would also add weight to keep the thing stable and grounded. Tie-downs are nice, but weight really helps, especially light structures. Oh, and cool ones to mix or use on the inside, depending on outside temps. Lots of extra weight. Just thinking out loud.
Oh, right, what was I suggesting? Ah, right. To the faucet, then a shower. Later!
A late and ugly start.
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I only ever claim accidental elegance. Even then it arrives in a small package, one I might easily miss myself. So no surprises in that regard. Sleep was brutal to wrest from the world, didn't arrive until early morning. So that part is no surprise. But I have been doing things as rightly as possible, so it being an ugly morning is a bit of a surprise. For the first 25-27 years of my life, ugly came and stayed most of the time. For most of the time I was told, and believed, I could do something about it. And the fury I dealt myself for it was something you will never understand. My body learned to ignore me and just survive. Just as I learned to set harping women aside and just do what I needed to do. Actually, that was successful too. However, in these last few years, I learned some tricks. Now, between eating three or four times a week, initially, as a guarantee... and medicine... the fugue lifted enough, and capacity returned enough, to not lose every trick I learned so that I didn't have to relearn simple living every time I came back out of... ghosting? accidental transcendental incidents? Something. Now I have a store of knowledge of what to, and what not to, do. And, generally, I follow that plan, when I can. Even in my lows, as recently, the memory and sometimes ability remains. Usually it works. This morning is not one of those times.
A real, not sideways, headache. Sore here and there. And in other ways, the body machine hurts, lacks cohesive thought patterns, and feels worn. That, I suppose, is going to happen. It happens to the best, healthiest, wisest. Today is my turn. Oh, no worries. Being in better shape means I have more... of something... with which to fight this. If I can, I won't let it take me down. Sometimes it is days like these that give me something more solid from which to push off into action. I am going to try to use it just as that. I might take another small pile of anacin though. Three days in a row? Yeah. This will be it though. I won't touch the stuff for a week after it, or more. Even the mild stuff has to be used with great caution. I generally agree to the notion of the good of suffering, at least for myself. Still, even with the anacin, I will suffer.
A shower, resetting the dishes, a return call to my friend as he called today, and then contemplating installing the kitchen faucet. That is the plan. I suspect, if my friend called, he wants to go shopping, or get out, or such. So... I best get to something. I would make some coffee but I am out of milk and cream. I just can't do straight coffee. Hmm... incentive to push through the first two things and then make the call. If I ever turn into a zombie, I'll be screaming "Coffee beans!", not "Brains!". I know this.
I tried to contact the alt-energy group, but it seems they have exempted me to a moderator and the moderator has refused, so far, to let my missive pass. I was asking for advice regarding a technical thing, and offering to volunteer. No sweat if they decide not to let it transmit. I was just hoping to ask for advice, rather than just load Desert Cat with questions. My bookmarks are gone, so I would have to do more research. And what I have found from research is there isn't much information out there that is easily accessible. Not for beginners. Perhaps I have been blacklisted. Wouldn't surprise me. Won't be the first time.
Well, on with the day. Later.
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I only ever claim accidental elegance. Even then it arrives in a small package, one I might easily miss myself. So no surprises in that regard. Sleep was brutal to wrest from the world, didn't arrive until early morning. So that part is no surprise. But I have been doing things as rightly as possible, so it being an ugly morning is a bit of a surprise. For the first 25-27 years of my life, ugly came and stayed most of the time. For most of the time I was told, and believed, I could do something about it. And the fury I dealt myself for it was something you will never understand. My body learned to ignore me and just survive. Just as I learned to set harping women aside and just do what I needed to do. Actually, that was successful too. However, in these last few years, I learned some tricks. Now, between eating three or four times a week, initially, as a guarantee... and medicine... the fugue lifted enough, and capacity returned enough, to not lose every trick I learned so that I didn't have to relearn simple living every time I came back out of... ghosting? accidental transcendental incidents? Something. Now I have a store of knowledge of what to, and what not to, do. And, generally, I follow that plan, when I can. Even in my lows, as recently, the memory and sometimes ability remains. Usually it works. This morning is not one of those times.
A real, not sideways, headache. Sore here and there. And in other ways, the body machine hurts, lacks cohesive thought patterns, and feels worn. That, I suppose, is going to happen. It happens to the best, healthiest, wisest. Today is my turn. Oh, no worries. Being in better shape means I have more... of something... with which to fight this. If I can, I won't let it take me down. Sometimes it is days like these that give me something more solid from which to push off into action. I am going to try to use it just as that. I might take another small pile of anacin though. Three days in a row? Yeah. This will be it though. I won't touch the stuff for a week after it, or more. Even the mild stuff has to be used with great caution. I generally agree to the notion of the good of suffering, at least for myself. Still, even with the anacin, I will suffer.
A shower, resetting the dishes, a return call to my friend as he called today, and then contemplating installing the kitchen faucet. That is the plan. I suspect, if my friend called, he wants to go shopping, or get out, or such. So... I best get to something. I would make some coffee but I am out of milk and cream. I just can't do straight coffee. Hmm... incentive to push through the first two things and then make the call. If I ever turn into a zombie, I'll be screaming "Coffee beans!", not "Brains!". I know this.
I tried to contact the alt-energy group, but it seems they have exempted me to a moderator and the moderator has refused, so far, to let my missive pass. I was asking for advice regarding a technical thing, and offering to volunteer. No sweat if they decide not to let it transmit. I was just hoping to ask for advice, rather than just load Desert Cat with questions. My bookmarks are gone, so I would have to do more research. And what I have found from research is there isn't much information out there that is easily accessible. Not for beginners. Perhaps I have been blacklisted. Wouldn't surprise me. Won't be the first time.
Well, on with the day. Later.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Eggs and sausage.
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Not the type in casing, just free ground pork and flavoring. I am getting better at cooking eggs. I prefer overeasy or omelets. I simply don't have the right tools for omelets. Yet. Two eggs and a few small patties, no toast, and I was out of coffee so went with water. Just enough.
My days and nights are getting messed up again. It's just the way it goes. I'll try to track what I want to do, like finishing the faucet installation tomorrow, and figuring out what pieces I need to tackled the undersink plumbing while I am at it. I don't need all new, just a few pieces that are longer, or some sort of odd gap coverage between the main metal drain line and the pvc perhaps. I suspect, after putting the faucet in, I'll do a lot of work right then, just figuring out what exactly the problem is. Irritating if I am sure it is fixable.
It looks like I have a lot of projects coming up, and a number of trips. I am going to have to holler at the old friend to see what is up with his world. I hadn't thought I'd be going to Burning Man, and he might not have the time or money or inclination. But if he does, this would be the year to go. He's a nerd (too, in my opinion). But he has come a long way. Actually, most of my friends are, mostly, of that sort. Almost frustrates me when they don't see me that way. I suppose there is a sort of difference. But the notion is sound. Ah, perhaps that it isn't as much of a limit? Then again, I'm not half as good at tech either. More a tinkerer, when I can, than an official or professional tech type.
I am working on upgrading my skills. Tools are being laid in, learning is happening, mostly just on the practical side... if slowly. I have put in my first ever toilet, water heater, reverse osmosis, and a few other things, and just in the last few years. I have learned to patch drywall. I have learned how to install various products, and make them fit and work. Oh, the faucet too, and having to fight that tooth and nail to include improvising tools. I did find the set of screwdrivers I thought would work. The big one wasn't big enough. Which means another trip to the hardware store... oh dang. :)
It does take me a long time to get going, to get to any particular thing, and such. A little pressure can help a great deal. Doing things for myself is hit or miss. I have a house to clean, then a bathroom to put together, and then a kitchen floor to redo, along with some cabinetry work. Money is always a bit of an issue, but less so these days. Big projects and trips drain the treasury though. But that keeps me kicking if I had to guess, or helps. Later, or perhaps good night.
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Not the type in casing, just free ground pork and flavoring. I am getting better at cooking eggs. I prefer overeasy or omelets. I simply don't have the right tools for omelets. Yet. Two eggs and a few small patties, no toast, and I was out of coffee so went with water. Just enough.
My days and nights are getting messed up again. It's just the way it goes. I'll try to track what I want to do, like finishing the faucet installation tomorrow, and figuring out what pieces I need to tackled the undersink plumbing while I am at it. I don't need all new, just a few pieces that are longer, or some sort of odd gap coverage between the main metal drain line and the pvc perhaps. I suspect, after putting the faucet in, I'll do a lot of work right then, just figuring out what exactly the problem is. Irritating if I am sure it is fixable.
It looks like I have a lot of projects coming up, and a number of trips. I am going to have to holler at the old friend to see what is up with his world. I hadn't thought I'd be going to Burning Man, and he might not have the time or money or inclination. But if he does, this would be the year to go. He's a nerd (too, in my opinion). But he has come a long way. Actually, most of my friends are, mostly, of that sort. Almost frustrates me when they don't see me that way. I suppose there is a sort of difference. But the notion is sound. Ah, perhaps that it isn't as much of a limit? Then again, I'm not half as good at tech either. More a tinkerer, when I can, than an official or professional tech type.
I am working on upgrading my skills. Tools are being laid in, learning is happening, mostly just on the practical side... if slowly. I have put in my first ever toilet, water heater, reverse osmosis, and a few other things, and just in the last few years. I have learned to patch drywall. I have learned how to install various products, and make them fit and work. Oh, the faucet too, and having to fight that tooth and nail to include improvising tools. I did find the set of screwdrivers I thought would work. The big one wasn't big enough. Which means another trip to the hardware store... oh dang. :)
It does take me a long time to get going, to get to any particular thing, and such. A little pressure can help a great deal. Doing things for myself is hit or miss. I have a house to clean, then a bathroom to put together, and then a kitchen floor to redo, along with some cabinetry work. Money is always a bit of an issue, but less so these days. Big projects and trips drain the treasury though. But that keeps me kicking if I had to guess, or helps. Later, or perhaps good night.
I do keep meaning to eat.
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It isn't even that I forget. It's just that something else comes up when I have that little spark that would direct me to to that otherwise. It is not, generally a very sparky day.
I didn't quite finish the conversation with my mother in our recent call. When I was able, I gave her another call. I hadn't felt that she was doing well, though maybe she was tired, or I was off. Hard to tell. I wanted to check. More, I wanted to make sure she knew she could call me for a favor, need, or want. If it might be too big for me, I would do the work of getting my brother onboard. We are both doing better. I also directly asked if she needed anything, or wanted anything. Sometimes all they need to hear, whoever, is that someone is there. She has friends and loved ones there, but they aren't her sons. Some might actually be better, at least than we have been. But it's still just not quite the same. Finally I asked about visiting my brother in the fall. She sounded pretty sure about that. Though driving out here doesn't seem to still be part of the plan. I figured that would only happen if she could get in contact with some of her friends along the way, and only maybe either way. It's a long slog. The best bet would be a one way ticket into here, then a one way from my brother's area home, while I drive to and back from his home. It won't be just a week though... Well... maybe. But that would be mighty tight. A Thursday or Friday flight out, then a week and a Monday flight back would be about right for her intentions though. If something seems off, I just have to check. She is a woman though, and she will have ups and downs that are a bit more intense. Aging, I see, adds to that. A world of life and opportunity and people behind, fewer and fewer people one knows well and generationally, a dawning of the inevitable, a weakening of flesh and spirit. Still, good to call and make sure of some things.
After that, a bit of refocusing. As I went to begin bresupfast the faucet pieces all but jumped into my hands. I worked on this, put these together, undid the hoses so as to replace the faucet, took off the putty which really wasn't needed from both the faucet base and the sink around the access hole, then fidgeted with a few things. I am not sure I am up to crawling under there tonight. Tomorrow, though, I am pretty sure I will finish that. And, when I am done, come hell or high water, I am going to figure out the plumbing under there so I don't have a drip! That has been irritating me greatly. It sort of comes and goes. Nothing I have done to this point has fixed it. Come hell or high water, that damned plumbing is going to be made dry, even if I have to fill the area with concrete! Gah!
A little break and I will get to bresupfast. I am, almost, hungry. Had an interesting meal last night. It was one of the daughter's birthday meal, and she wanted her favorite. Her favorite turned out to be: spaghetti noodles pushed through cut pieces of hotdots, on a bed of chili, with cheese melted on top. I... had no real way to know what to expect when I heard, then saw, what dinner was. Actually it was quite good. Not a daily, or weekly thing, but every other month it would make for a fun meal night. Something about out of the mouth of babes? At first my mind couldn't wrap around how to even do that. It's obvious after a moment of thought. Just thought I'd pass on a... strange but rather fun and interesting meal notion. Not even too much work. Interesting.
Well... on to resting so that I can eat before a week passes or something. It has happened. Later.
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It isn't even that I forget. It's just that something else comes up when I have that little spark that would direct me to to that otherwise. It is not, generally a very sparky day.
I didn't quite finish the conversation with my mother in our recent call. When I was able, I gave her another call. I hadn't felt that she was doing well, though maybe she was tired, or I was off. Hard to tell. I wanted to check. More, I wanted to make sure she knew she could call me for a favor, need, or want. If it might be too big for me, I would do the work of getting my brother onboard. We are both doing better. I also directly asked if she needed anything, or wanted anything. Sometimes all they need to hear, whoever, is that someone is there. She has friends and loved ones there, but they aren't her sons. Some might actually be better, at least than we have been. But it's still just not quite the same. Finally I asked about visiting my brother in the fall. She sounded pretty sure about that. Though driving out here doesn't seem to still be part of the plan. I figured that would only happen if she could get in contact with some of her friends along the way, and only maybe either way. It's a long slog. The best bet would be a one way ticket into here, then a one way from my brother's area home, while I drive to and back from his home. It won't be just a week though... Well... maybe. But that would be mighty tight. A Thursday or Friday flight out, then a week and a Monday flight back would be about right for her intentions though. If something seems off, I just have to check. She is a woman though, and she will have ups and downs that are a bit more intense. Aging, I see, adds to that. A world of life and opportunity and people behind, fewer and fewer people one knows well and generationally, a dawning of the inevitable, a weakening of flesh and spirit. Still, good to call and make sure of some things.
After that, a bit of refocusing. As I went to begin bresupfast the faucet pieces all but jumped into my hands. I worked on this, put these together, undid the hoses so as to replace the faucet, took off the putty which really wasn't needed from both the faucet base and the sink around the access hole, then fidgeted with a few things. I am not sure I am up to crawling under there tonight. Tomorrow, though, I am pretty sure I will finish that. And, when I am done, come hell or high water, I am going to figure out the plumbing under there so I don't have a drip! That has been irritating me greatly. It sort of comes and goes. Nothing I have done to this point has fixed it. Come hell or high water, that damned plumbing is going to be made dry, even if I have to fill the area with concrete! Gah!
A little break and I will get to bresupfast. I am, almost, hungry. Had an interesting meal last night. It was one of the daughter's birthday meal, and she wanted her favorite. Her favorite turned out to be: spaghetti noodles pushed through cut pieces of hotdots, on a bed of chili, with cheese melted on top. I... had no real way to know what to expect when I heard, then saw, what dinner was. Actually it was quite good. Not a daily, or weekly thing, but every other month it would make for a fun meal night. Something about out of the mouth of babes? At first my mind couldn't wrap around how to even do that. It's obvious after a moment of thought. Just thought I'd pass on a... strange but rather fun and interesting meal notion. Not even too much work. Interesting.
Well... on to resting so that I can eat before a week passes or something. It has happened. Later.
Remember that faucet?
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Me either! First I asked, and received, a new ceramic disc valve. That didn't fix the problem. Between tinkering, setting up a "faucet" lab, some other things taking priority, and falling down... I lost track of that task until recently. I emailed the manufacturer. A pleasantly all business sort asked for a few particulars in a response. I responded to the response with what was requested. I was told what the problem was, and that the part was on the way. That was that. I had already forgotten. It showed up at my door today.
It's a screw in part that inside the main body of the faucet. I was, and remain, sure I have a screwdriver that would span the piece, but I could not find it (them most likely). So... I went looking, while continuing to look for the screwdrivers, for anything else that might work. As luck would have it, on a fisherman's tool and "nail" clipper rig, was a flat closed wrench, thin enough, and looked to be a candidate. It seemed to fit the needed span, but it was attached to the clippers by a... hollow rivet sort of thing. So it didn't have the strength, from the clippers, to twist. Ah, pliers! And, yes, it worked. I changed out the piece, test fired the faucet, and... voila! I now just have to disassemble the faucet lab, attache the faucet where it should be, and that should be that. Finally. Bleh.
As well, while I was drifting, I looked up a vacation to Venice. Oh, no, not now, not this year, probably not for several years. And, not necessarily Venice. The package, including hotel (and a decent one) plus airfare was right at $1,700. Oh, well, that wouldn't be the total price. Meals, if I would be eating light... transportation which costs what it costs but would need to be considered, and some other things... even parking or some other way to the airport and back.... I figure about double that. Still, the possibility is quite open. The costs surprised me. Perhaps it is that it is winter. But winter is when I am more able to do things. Which might well work to my advantage... in time. If I go to Europe, my goal would be to find inexpensive places to stay, going more as a student visitor than as a dignitary... eating local be planned out restaurant tours along the lines of other visitations, and go to several nations.
It has been decades since I have been overseas. And while there were times I was able to visit some areas, quite often my time was either just barely enough time to say I saw something, or less, or a rushed nearly business vacation thing. I had less money then than I do now. Even when travel stipends were allotted, they were rather meager. Plus, I was a kid. Didn't know a thing, mostly. Though I did avoid tourist traps. No time to stand in line to see what everyone sees. I did see parts of countries that I prefer to see though... That won't change. There was no internet, so word of mouth was it, or pamphlets for tourists. I have the internet, but can no longer speak French or German. Trade-offs. Italy and Germany would be my preferred destinations, though Austria is on the list. It might be worth attempting to bone up on French and German, to the extent possible. Hopefully, before it all falls down. Just... well... I was curious. I think with good planning, I could probably stay and eat, if not travel, much less expensively that it seems at first glance. But that will taking planning, compromise, and negotiations. Just... something.
Oh, right, I best get to lunch-fast. Almost dinner-fast? Later.
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Me either! First I asked, and received, a new ceramic disc valve. That didn't fix the problem. Between tinkering, setting up a "faucet" lab, some other things taking priority, and falling down... I lost track of that task until recently. I emailed the manufacturer. A pleasantly all business sort asked for a few particulars in a response. I responded to the response with what was requested. I was told what the problem was, and that the part was on the way. That was that. I had already forgotten. It showed up at my door today.
It's a screw in part that inside the main body of the faucet. I was, and remain, sure I have a screwdriver that would span the piece, but I could not find it (them most likely). So... I went looking, while continuing to look for the screwdrivers, for anything else that might work. As luck would have it, on a fisherman's tool and "nail" clipper rig, was a flat closed wrench, thin enough, and looked to be a candidate. It seemed to fit the needed span, but it was attached to the clippers by a... hollow rivet sort of thing. So it didn't have the strength, from the clippers, to twist. Ah, pliers! And, yes, it worked. I changed out the piece, test fired the faucet, and... voila! I now just have to disassemble the faucet lab, attache the faucet where it should be, and that should be that. Finally. Bleh.
As well, while I was drifting, I looked up a vacation to Venice. Oh, no, not now, not this year, probably not for several years. And, not necessarily Venice. The package, including hotel (and a decent one) plus airfare was right at $1,700. Oh, well, that wouldn't be the total price. Meals, if I would be eating light... transportation which costs what it costs but would need to be considered, and some other things... even parking or some other way to the airport and back.... I figure about double that. Still, the possibility is quite open. The costs surprised me. Perhaps it is that it is winter. But winter is when I am more able to do things. Which might well work to my advantage... in time. If I go to Europe, my goal would be to find inexpensive places to stay, going more as a student visitor than as a dignitary... eating local be planned out restaurant tours along the lines of other visitations, and go to several nations.
It has been decades since I have been overseas. And while there were times I was able to visit some areas, quite often my time was either just barely enough time to say I saw something, or less, or a rushed nearly business vacation thing. I had less money then than I do now. Even when travel stipends were allotted, they were rather meager. Plus, I was a kid. Didn't know a thing, mostly. Though I did avoid tourist traps. No time to stand in line to see what everyone sees. I did see parts of countries that I prefer to see though... That won't change. There was no internet, so word of mouth was it, or pamphlets for tourists. I have the internet, but can no longer speak French or German. Trade-offs. Italy and Germany would be my preferred destinations, though Austria is on the list. It might be worth attempting to bone up on French and German, to the extent possible. Hopefully, before it all falls down. Just... well... I was curious. I think with good planning, I could probably stay and eat, if not travel, much less expensively that it seems at first glance. But that will taking planning, compromise, and negotiations. Just... something.
Oh, right, I best get to lunch-fast. Almost dinner-fast? Later.
Is there any real news out there?
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Oh, I realize there is an evil man in top office. Sure. But when I see so-called conservative outlets obsessing about it, and often handing him more power than he really has, I have to recall the various sorts of the same thing the left had about Reagan, both Bush's, and anyone remotely resembling a conservative. On one hand, you have the cult of personality. On the other, the cult of anti-personalty. They both serve the ego of someone who doesn't even deserve to be noticed. A coffee boy with marching orders. I suppose, with the cuts in msm due to not presenting anything resembling the truth, foreign and domestic newsrooms have been cut to a point where all they can afford is to regurgitate easy cud. Do they even research anymore? Well, there is the fact that many stories are now forbidden, such as black against white crime, typical leftist criminal politics (which includes much of what Republicans do any more, if not the politicians themselves). If you want to hurt him, ignore him. Completely.
The quality of various "news" or opinion pieces from so-called conservative circles is either mainstream or just nuts. There isn't anything solid. One is rubber stamped by the other half of the single party, what is left is crafted by people who shouldn't be left alone with crayons, in a sane world. Look, all you have to know, is laws are only good if they can be enforced, and even then shouldn't be followed if they are wrong. If you know they are wrong, and comply, you too are wrong. No matter how much you bark about it. There is law and their is morality, ethics, truth. The closer they are, the better things go. Right now, obviously, the two aren't even in the same room, let alone building, state, or even country. Just make your choice and follow it.
It's a cloudy day. It's cool but doesn't seem to be cold. I am awake, finally. Doing well, actually. I am considering breakfast. A few eggs, a sausage patty or two, and toast. Coffee has served me well, and will continue on through breakfast. Oh, but I best feed the girls before they get too ornery. Little terrors when they miss feeding time. I might get to dishes. I might get to laundry. Or I may just rest.
I have arranged for plans regarding Saguaro Man and Burning Man. I have couple of projects to consider for those. A swamp cooler, for on the go. I'm telling you, those are really nice when it is nasty hot. Even in a tent. If it is really hot again, if I go, this time, I will add ice right into the bucket of water. It's amazing how well that works in an enclosed area. I would also like to get back to work on the kilt and ghost ghillie suit. Other than that, I have just about everything I need, other than tickets. I'm not sure if either one will work out, but it might happen one way or the other. Well, there is the notion of crafting a foldable shower-house. Not sure, but it is possible.
I also have some notion of traveling to visit family in the fall, and perhaps having a visitor stay for a bit between those two potential events. Not sure if it will all work, or well, but it, as I just suggested, is possible. Breakfast! In the mid-afternoon? Take it where you can get it, on some things. Later.
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Oh, I realize there is an evil man in top office. Sure. But when I see so-called conservative outlets obsessing about it, and often handing him more power than he really has, I have to recall the various sorts of the same thing the left had about Reagan, both Bush's, and anyone remotely resembling a conservative. On one hand, you have the cult of personality. On the other, the cult of anti-personalty. They both serve the ego of someone who doesn't even deserve to be noticed. A coffee boy with marching orders. I suppose, with the cuts in msm due to not presenting anything resembling the truth, foreign and domestic newsrooms have been cut to a point where all they can afford is to regurgitate easy cud. Do they even research anymore? Well, there is the fact that many stories are now forbidden, such as black against white crime, typical leftist criminal politics (which includes much of what Republicans do any more, if not the politicians themselves). If you want to hurt him, ignore him. Completely.
The quality of various "news" or opinion pieces from so-called conservative circles is either mainstream or just nuts. There isn't anything solid. One is rubber stamped by the other half of the single party, what is left is crafted by people who shouldn't be left alone with crayons, in a sane world. Look, all you have to know, is laws are only good if they can be enforced, and even then shouldn't be followed if they are wrong. If you know they are wrong, and comply, you too are wrong. No matter how much you bark about it. There is law and their is morality, ethics, truth. The closer they are, the better things go. Right now, obviously, the two aren't even in the same room, let alone building, state, or even country. Just make your choice and follow it.
It's a cloudy day. It's cool but doesn't seem to be cold. I am awake, finally. Doing well, actually. I am considering breakfast. A few eggs, a sausage patty or two, and toast. Coffee has served me well, and will continue on through breakfast. Oh, but I best feed the girls before they get too ornery. Little terrors when they miss feeding time. I might get to dishes. I might get to laundry. Or I may just rest.
I have arranged for plans regarding Saguaro Man and Burning Man. I have couple of projects to consider for those. A swamp cooler, for on the go. I'm telling you, those are really nice when it is nasty hot. Even in a tent. If it is really hot again, if I go, this time, I will add ice right into the bucket of water. It's amazing how well that works in an enclosed area. I would also like to get back to work on the kilt and ghost ghillie suit. Other than that, I have just about everything I need, other than tickets. I'm not sure if either one will work out, but it might happen one way or the other. Well, there is the notion of crafting a foldable shower-house. Not sure, but it is possible.
I also have some notion of traveling to visit family in the fall, and perhaps having a visitor stay for a bit between those two potential events. Not sure if it will all work, or well, but it, as I just suggested, is possible. Breakfast! In the mid-afternoon? Take it where you can get it, on some things. Later.
Okay, so, what was that just about?
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Well, yesterday I got to bed at a bit after midnight but could not wake up at 8:00 to save my life. I worked with that alarm as if it was literally trying to save my life or something. No dice. I woke, eventually, mostly, when I woke. The alarm just insulted me along the way. I couldn't get to bed until 5:00, well after actually, this morning. I'm not sure I even bothered to set the alarm because YESTERDAY (are you listening cosmos?). So, just a bit after 10:00... *pop* goes Doom. I think I scared the spider that came down beside me. I've got the lump on the back of my upper left shoulder to prove it. Fresh! Maybe that's what woke me? Nah, never hurt. Felt a slight itch, then this pigeon egg sized thing I had to run to the mirror to check. Hey, zits scare the beheck out of me... I used to have nightmares I got them, big ones, and they turned my face into swiss cheese, only with huge holes. Yeah, must have been fresh. Doing nothing to it, it has halved in size since I woke. Must be getting near enough to spring to have popped some from eggs or something. I've been bit a few times lately. I never see them, either. It has been in the low 40's for a while now. Yeah, it's supposed to have been in the 20's to 30's, here. Rain, in mid and late January, at least in the valleys... and if this is a shelf, the shelves.
Huh?
Oh, right. Something. Not awake yet, but oddly doing much better than yesterday. Which is still only about half as well as I have been doing for a while, minus the downturns. Huh? Still, I'll take the improvement. I did receive a call from the V.A. Suggesting that they will try to get the scripts through today. If the Cathy is who I think, it wasn't vindictive or too bad. She's a good apple. Doesn't think much of my patriarchy, and raw talent for living with or without treatments, and dropping medicines at a whim, or when at a loss. She doesn't understand. But, if my understandings are correct, she is a good apple. Just a busy one. If I had to guess, either she got swamped, or she tried a few times, set it aside, and it got lost in the piles of piles. Still, this will hurt just a bit. I've got four days of medicine, the full compliment of what I take. I think I am going to take the slew, then drop them all. I just don't know how well it works otherwise. New, sometimes, is too spooky if I know another path, even if potentially more difficult. Besides, I was born to suffer. I've been doing pretty good for a while now. I suppose it's time to go pain-surfing again. Wee! The next time I am in town, though, I will try to remember more anacin. That stuff works for me, 2k mgs and I'm good for the day. Even, sort of, helps with my type of migraine, if I go take a nap while it works. Probably, usually, muscle/skeletal related for me.
It's weird. It's like one half of my body and mind are sprinting, the other half is still in bed. It's not ripping me apart, just a bit confusing, like wearing glasses with one glass for heavy scripts, the other of just clear glass. Fuzzy, doesn't quite make sense always. I swear, if I could bottle what makes some of what I go through naturally, I could make a fortune. Plus, I could sell it in the "organics" section. Where the dopes shop anyway! And those who have too much money. Wait until they have to garden to get their "organic" food, and it's not a choice. "Well, I never!" Oh, you will, sister... you will. :p
On to waking up. If none of that made any sense, figure it out damn it! I'm having to. Later.
.
Well, yesterday I got to bed at a bit after midnight but could not wake up at 8:00 to save my life. I worked with that alarm as if it was literally trying to save my life or something. No dice. I woke, eventually, mostly, when I woke. The alarm just insulted me along the way. I couldn't get to bed until 5:00, well after actually, this morning. I'm not sure I even bothered to set the alarm because YESTERDAY (are you listening cosmos?). So, just a bit after 10:00... *pop* goes Doom. I think I scared the spider that came down beside me. I've got the lump on the back of my upper left shoulder to prove it. Fresh! Maybe that's what woke me? Nah, never hurt. Felt a slight itch, then this pigeon egg sized thing I had to run to the mirror to check. Hey, zits scare the beheck out of me... I used to have nightmares I got them, big ones, and they turned my face into swiss cheese, only with huge holes. Yeah, must have been fresh. Doing nothing to it, it has halved in size since I woke. Must be getting near enough to spring to have popped some from eggs or something. I've been bit a few times lately. I never see them, either. It has been in the low 40's for a while now. Yeah, it's supposed to have been in the 20's to 30's, here. Rain, in mid and late January, at least in the valleys... and if this is a shelf, the shelves.
Huh?
Oh, right. Something. Not awake yet, but oddly doing much better than yesterday. Which is still only about half as well as I have been doing for a while, minus the downturns. Huh? Still, I'll take the improvement. I did receive a call from the V.A. Suggesting that they will try to get the scripts through today. If the Cathy is who I think, it wasn't vindictive or too bad. She's a good apple. Doesn't think much of my patriarchy, and raw talent for living with or without treatments, and dropping medicines at a whim, or when at a loss. She doesn't understand. But, if my understandings are correct, she is a good apple. Just a busy one. If I had to guess, either she got swamped, or she tried a few times, set it aside, and it got lost in the piles of piles. Still, this will hurt just a bit. I've got four days of medicine, the full compliment of what I take. I think I am going to take the slew, then drop them all. I just don't know how well it works otherwise. New, sometimes, is too spooky if I know another path, even if potentially more difficult. Besides, I was born to suffer. I've been doing pretty good for a while now. I suppose it's time to go pain-surfing again. Wee! The next time I am in town, though, I will try to remember more anacin. That stuff works for me, 2k mgs and I'm good for the day. Even, sort of, helps with my type of migraine, if I go take a nap while it works. Probably, usually, muscle/skeletal related for me.
It's weird. It's like one half of my body and mind are sprinting, the other half is still in bed. It's not ripping me apart, just a bit confusing, like wearing glasses with one glass for heavy scripts, the other of just clear glass. Fuzzy, doesn't quite make sense always. I swear, if I could bottle what makes some of what I go through naturally, I could make a fortune. Plus, I could sell it in the "organics" section. Where the dopes shop anyway! And those who have too much money. Wait until they have to garden to get their "organic" food, and it's not a choice. "Well, I never!" Oh, you will, sister... you will. :p
On to waking up. If none of that made any sense, figure it out damn it! I'm having to. Later.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
A tranquil day.
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I knew I wouldn't be able to do much. I took medicines, and anacin, then just drifted. It was mostly cloudy. While not warm, it was just cool, not cold. A perfect day for what was intended. I did call the V.A., to check on medications. At first the woman kept trying to suggest I had made a mistake through their automated pharmacy. Finally I told her to stop. I told her I had personally spoken with a pharmacy tech, due to the complexity of my requests. I had wanted a smaller dose of one pill, and something else, that made it unusual. Which was a good choice anyway, as several of my medicines were no longer in date. She was supposed to send the request to the doctors. "Oh, right, let me check." She suggested that Cathy, or Katherine was the one who took the call, and either slipped or fibbed about her having a habit of not passing on the information to doctors. She said she would get on it. Difficult to know. Which means I am going to crash off medicine in a few days.
I may see if I can halve some of the doses, so it isn't cold turkey. She said she could send the water pill, and another minor pill, but the rest had to go in to the various departments for approval and re-scripting. It takes 10 days to 2 weeks for delivery, so... If I am otherwise active, I can get by, sometimes, without noticing. Otherwise, like now, I will probably crash and feel generally lousy for a while, at least until my body figures out how to dump some of the excess fluid. Cutting what I drink doesn't really help. Actually, back before medicine, I realized that consuming... large volumes... actually forced my body to expel fluids. I did suggest I used to drink a lot, and that it probably helped keep me alive. That was one of the ways. There were other ways.
Oh... when I get back on my feet, I think I will begin exploring new areas of cooking. Sauces. Whether a gravy, flavoring, or cold as a condiment, these really add to a meal. Further, many of them can be done ahead, using fats from cooking, and preserved with the right ingredients. Keeping a small compliment, say three or four sauces and additions, of such on tap really does help. I sometimes have difficulty eating. Intense flavorings and such can help. I'll need to learn to make various stocks. That is the base for many things. Though some things can be made with a mix of herbs, typical condiments, perhaps a little cooking, and some imagination. While I enjoyed the pork I grilled the other day, a side of hot sweet and sour sauce on the side would have helped a great deal, as an example.
I have asked about various "odd" cuts at the butcher. But they don't tend to do that. Brains, even hog, were out. My guess is the machine they use to split the hog is also used on cattle. Anything that is used on cattle, if used on other animals, no matter the cleaning process, is considered out. And brains are not something you can order. They need to be fresh. I think the only offal they might part with would be liver. I need to talk to someone there, other than the woman at the front desk, though, I suspect. It may or may not help. No, it isn't exotic food. My grandfather and uncles ate these things as impoverished tenant farmers just a couple of generations ago. Not fancy, and certainly not waste as many people view it today. Humble, if anything. A notion I prefer to emulate as well as I am able. I may have to buy the hog and learn to butcher it myself. Beef is way out, but pork I might be able to do. Hey! A reason to buy a cherry picker/engine lift! Yeah, like my tools and equipment almost as much as I like my food.
I thought about pancakes, but I don't really have the right gear for that. I see that some people make it right in cast iron or stainless skillets. I would have to be taught that. My own experimentation with that has always ended in total failure. So... I decided to get a waffle maker. To add a bit of variety to breakfast. It'll do two at a time, if I suspect one will be quite enough... though sometimes... and you never know. I've found recipes for it, home made. I can probably sort of prepackage the dry for easy making, the wet has to be fresh. I really am working on cooking again, or... will be again soon enough. I need to eat more regularly, in smaller amounts. The engine does seem to run better that way.
Well... on to something or other. Later.
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I knew I wouldn't be able to do much. I took medicines, and anacin, then just drifted. It was mostly cloudy. While not warm, it was just cool, not cold. A perfect day for what was intended. I did call the V.A., to check on medications. At first the woman kept trying to suggest I had made a mistake through their automated pharmacy. Finally I told her to stop. I told her I had personally spoken with a pharmacy tech, due to the complexity of my requests. I had wanted a smaller dose of one pill, and something else, that made it unusual. Which was a good choice anyway, as several of my medicines were no longer in date. She was supposed to send the request to the doctors. "Oh, right, let me check." She suggested that Cathy, or Katherine was the one who took the call, and either slipped or fibbed about her having a habit of not passing on the information to doctors. She said she would get on it. Difficult to know. Which means I am going to crash off medicine in a few days.
I may see if I can halve some of the doses, so it isn't cold turkey. She said she could send the water pill, and another minor pill, but the rest had to go in to the various departments for approval and re-scripting. It takes 10 days to 2 weeks for delivery, so... If I am otherwise active, I can get by, sometimes, without noticing. Otherwise, like now, I will probably crash and feel generally lousy for a while, at least until my body figures out how to dump some of the excess fluid. Cutting what I drink doesn't really help. Actually, back before medicine, I realized that consuming... large volumes... actually forced my body to expel fluids. I did suggest I used to drink a lot, and that it probably helped keep me alive. That was one of the ways. There were other ways.
Oh... when I get back on my feet, I think I will begin exploring new areas of cooking. Sauces. Whether a gravy, flavoring, or cold as a condiment, these really add to a meal. Further, many of them can be done ahead, using fats from cooking, and preserved with the right ingredients. Keeping a small compliment, say three or four sauces and additions, of such on tap really does help. I sometimes have difficulty eating. Intense flavorings and such can help. I'll need to learn to make various stocks. That is the base for many things. Though some things can be made with a mix of herbs, typical condiments, perhaps a little cooking, and some imagination. While I enjoyed the pork I grilled the other day, a side of hot sweet and sour sauce on the side would have helped a great deal, as an example.
I have asked about various "odd" cuts at the butcher. But they don't tend to do that. Brains, even hog, were out. My guess is the machine they use to split the hog is also used on cattle. Anything that is used on cattle, if used on other animals, no matter the cleaning process, is considered out. And brains are not something you can order. They need to be fresh. I think the only offal they might part with would be liver. I need to talk to someone there, other than the woman at the front desk, though, I suspect. It may or may not help. No, it isn't exotic food. My grandfather and uncles ate these things as impoverished tenant farmers just a couple of generations ago. Not fancy, and certainly not waste as many people view it today. Humble, if anything. A notion I prefer to emulate as well as I am able. I may have to buy the hog and learn to butcher it myself. Beef is way out, but pork I might be able to do. Hey! A reason to buy a cherry picker/engine lift! Yeah, like my tools and equipment almost as much as I like my food.
I thought about pancakes, but I don't really have the right gear for that. I see that some people make it right in cast iron or stainless skillets. I would have to be taught that. My own experimentation with that has always ended in total failure. So... I decided to get a waffle maker. To add a bit of variety to breakfast. It'll do two at a time, if I suspect one will be quite enough... though sometimes... and you never know. I've found recipes for it, home made. I can probably sort of prepackage the dry for easy making, the wet has to be fresh. I really am working on cooking again, or... will be again soon enough. I need to eat more regularly, in smaller amounts. The engine does seem to run better that way.
Well... on to something or other. Later.
A bit unpolished.
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I made it to bed by midnight, actually by 23:00 and small change. Getting to sleep was a different thing. Just a bit of fussing. You know baby. ;p I remember to set the alarm, for 8:00. After almost a week of waking between 10:00 and noon, I knew it would be a pull. I wrestled that clock until a bit before 10:00. Ah well. I am feeling rough this morning, as I did last night. Not quite tired, just as if in the tail end of the flu or something. I'll work if I can, rest if I can't.
The claw marks in my left palm just aren't going away. New rips make me think that they are being kept fresh. I know it isn't happening while I'm awake. I can only guess that it probably is uncomfortable. I haven't torn down to blood or meat, just a couple layers of skin. I never see it, I think, when it is really fresh. I don't remember dreaming, though some days pillows seem... well... dislocated. That might be a clue as to why sleep goes off, just that I don't always have clues. I'm trying to remember, when I used to remember the darker sorts of dreams, how I felt after waking. I am thinking that might be the problem. I just can't remember clearly enough. It's been a while, and memory from those days was murky from untreated heart failure on top of going through that like a man on fire.
I went to make coffee. Something seemed off. Had I spilled a lot of coffee before? Hmm. As I was filling the pot, I realized there was a hairline crack. I have another pot, but I didn't know if it would be clean. It was. Amazingly clean. Thankfully. I need coffee this morning. I'm surprised I caught it, and after catching it, that I was will and able to do much about it. Yeah, it's one of THOSE mornings. Hmm, coffee should be just about ready. I need it, and some painkillers. Not a migraine, not even quite a headache. It's more like the brain and parts of the upper torso skeleton has all slid an eighth off center. I don't know how else to explain it. Been like this for the last week of mornings or so, sometimes it haunts me through the day, sometimes just a morning thing. I have been ignoring it, but not today. Tired of it. So I will do something about it today.
I best call the V.A. Haven't seen hide nor hair of medicine. I don't know if they have decided not to send it or what. I have a few days supply left of the water pill. The two most important pills are the main heart pill and the water pill. I will bloat like a fish, for a while, after stopping the water pill. A week to a month. And that will take me down hard. Yeah, I best call.
I noticed that my check to Vital Records, for my birth certificate, was finally cashed. It was officially registered on the 26th, so I am hoping it was actually applied earlier (though they might not do anything until the check clears). So, I am hoping to receive that before long and take care of an annoyance, then put it somewhere safe. Now to find my SS card. Bleh. Well, it is something easy enough to do. And I probably have a few days to a week before the b.c. shows up. Double bleh. I hate looking for some things.
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I made it to bed by midnight, actually by 23:00 and small change. Getting to sleep was a different thing. Just a bit of fussing. You know baby. ;p I remember to set the alarm, for 8:00. After almost a week of waking between 10:00 and noon, I knew it would be a pull. I wrestled that clock until a bit before 10:00. Ah well. I am feeling rough this morning, as I did last night. Not quite tired, just as if in the tail end of the flu or something. I'll work if I can, rest if I can't.
The claw marks in my left palm just aren't going away. New rips make me think that they are being kept fresh. I know it isn't happening while I'm awake. I can only guess that it probably is uncomfortable. I haven't torn down to blood or meat, just a couple layers of skin. I never see it, I think, when it is really fresh. I don't remember dreaming, though some days pillows seem... well... dislocated. That might be a clue as to why sleep goes off, just that I don't always have clues. I'm trying to remember, when I used to remember the darker sorts of dreams, how I felt after waking. I am thinking that might be the problem. I just can't remember clearly enough. It's been a while, and memory from those days was murky from untreated heart failure on top of going through that like a man on fire.
I went to make coffee. Something seemed off. Had I spilled a lot of coffee before? Hmm. As I was filling the pot, I realized there was a hairline crack. I have another pot, but I didn't know if it would be clean. It was. Amazingly clean. Thankfully. I need coffee this morning. I'm surprised I caught it, and after catching it, that I was will and able to do much about it. Yeah, it's one of THOSE mornings. Hmm, coffee should be just about ready. I need it, and some painkillers. Not a migraine, not even quite a headache. It's more like the brain and parts of the upper torso skeleton has all slid an eighth off center. I don't know how else to explain it. Been like this for the last week of mornings or so, sometimes it haunts me through the day, sometimes just a morning thing. I have been ignoring it, but not today. Tired of it. So I will do something about it today.
I best call the V.A. Haven't seen hide nor hair of medicine. I don't know if they have decided not to send it or what. I have a few days supply left of the water pill. The two most important pills are the main heart pill and the water pill. I will bloat like a fish, for a while, after stopping the water pill. A week to a month. And that will take me down hard. Yeah, I best call.
I noticed that my check to Vital Records, for my birth certificate, was finally cashed. It was officially registered on the 26th, so I am hoping it was actually applied earlier (though they might not do anything until the check clears). So, I am hoping to receive that before long and take care of an annoyance, then put it somewhere safe. Now to find my SS card. Bleh. Well, it is something easy enough to do. And I probably have a few days to a week before the b.c. shows up. Double bleh. I hate looking for some things.
Monday, January 26, 2015
The garage is clean.
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I think almost everything was moved. Sweeping, dusting, and all. It was a solid piece of work. Tools were lined up, other areas were arranged, trash went out. Quite a bit of work, actually. My help did a great job. Plus the usual chatter. I see people so rarely that I do like to talk. Sometimes they even talk back. Word and edgewise being their major hangup. I try to avoid certain topics. But you know how my mind works. Still, I think I do fairly well. More work? Well, since they asked. Raking. I can't believe it is at the end of January and it was almost too warm, with the work and all. I dressed warmer than was needed, but... who knew it would be so warm. And, yes, as long as it doesn't snow, the ground is open and dry enough to allow for raking.
If raking, and stacking some branches for a bonfire goes forward, I will buy grass seed again this year. I may look around for better, or at least new, sprinkler heads too. If I am going to plant grass, it needs water. I keep trying to get the lawn up, and do so, then fail to maintain it. I think I am getting ahead. A bit more attention to watering could see me much further ahead though. I do like grass, a lawn, and a thick one. If I do well, I might just buy a riding lawnmower next summer. Not this summer, too much going on. I, if all goes well, will seed both in the spring and in the fall. I might even look into fertilizer.
Something is a bit off. It's like the steering wheel is five or seven degrees off. I'm not quite ill. I'm just not quite right. I can do some things, it just takes more effort and there are limits. I can't quite figure it out. I have been stumbling with medicines, but that has to do with things being off track, not the other way around. I'll keep stumbling thing. Then again, even with the sun and warmth, it is still January. I'm not doing poorly for it being mid-winter. Given everything, this is just a mild downturn. I'll try to move on through. Hmm... maybe to town tomorrow... Or, at least some time this week.
I would like to see about rubber floor tiles, or a roll of the stuff. At farm supply stores they are reasonable. At sports stores they are ridiculous, price-wise. That would allow me to begin working with the bench press and such. As well, I may see if I can call in some help for electrical work, a panel in the garage. That opens up a lot of things. Better lighting, and driveway lighting for a start. Perhaps an automatic garage door opener, for next winter, along with some work on the door so that it all locks up well and securely. Then, perhaps, a welder before too long, and a more powerful air compressor. I'm not sure exactly what size air compressor, but I would like to be able to at least use a powerful impact wrench, and fill my tires without waiting 20 minutes per. Big tires take a lot of air. Oh, and an electrical circuit or three dedicated to 120, for the tools I have out there and enough for a few other tools that might be wanted on demand.
It's about bedtime. I've been going to bed later, and waking later. But the work today seems to have made bedtime come up a little faster and harder. All good though, it's how I prefer things. Good night.
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I think almost everything was moved. Sweeping, dusting, and all. It was a solid piece of work. Tools were lined up, other areas were arranged, trash went out. Quite a bit of work, actually. My help did a great job. Plus the usual chatter. I see people so rarely that I do like to talk. Sometimes they even talk back. Word and edgewise being their major hangup. I try to avoid certain topics. But you know how my mind works. Still, I think I do fairly well. More work? Well, since they asked. Raking. I can't believe it is at the end of January and it was almost too warm, with the work and all. I dressed warmer than was needed, but... who knew it would be so warm. And, yes, as long as it doesn't snow, the ground is open and dry enough to allow for raking.
If raking, and stacking some branches for a bonfire goes forward, I will buy grass seed again this year. I may look around for better, or at least new, sprinkler heads too. If I am going to plant grass, it needs water. I keep trying to get the lawn up, and do so, then fail to maintain it. I think I am getting ahead. A bit more attention to watering could see me much further ahead though. I do like grass, a lawn, and a thick one. If I do well, I might just buy a riding lawnmower next summer. Not this summer, too much going on. I, if all goes well, will seed both in the spring and in the fall. I might even look into fertilizer.
Something is a bit off. It's like the steering wheel is five or seven degrees off. I'm not quite ill. I'm just not quite right. I can do some things, it just takes more effort and there are limits. I can't quite figure it out. I have been stumbling with medicines, but that has to do with things being off track, not the other way around. I'll keep stumbling thing. Then again, even with the sun and warmth, it is still January. I'm not doing poorly for it being mid-winter. Given everything, this is just a mild downturn. I'll try to move on through. Hmm... maybe to town tomorrow... Or, at least some time this week.
I would like to see about rubber floor tiles, or a roll of the stuff. At farm supply stores they are reasonable. At sports stores they are ridiculous, price-wise. That would allow me to begin working with the bench press and such. As well, I may see if I can call in some help for electrical work, a panel in the garage. That opens up a lot of things. Better lighting, and driveway lighting for a start. Perhaps an automatic garage door opener, for next winter, along with some work on the door so that it all locks up well and securely. Then, perhaps, a welder before too long, and a more powerful air compressor. I'm not sure exactly what size air compressor, but I would like to be able to at least use a powerful impact wrench, and fill my tires without waiting 20 minutes per. Big tires take a lot of air. Oh, and an electrical circuit or three dedicated to 120, for the tools I have out there and enough for a few other tools that might be wanted on demand.
It's about bedtime. I've been going to bed later, and waking later. But the work today seems to have made bedtime come up a little faster and harder. All good though, it's how I prefer things. Good night.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Finally.
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I won't say I have the machine up and running to it's best capacity. I will say I have it running, and even running much better than the old machine. I knew it should make video viewing, and some other things, much better. Initially, and until today really, it wasn't. It wasn't worse, except when it simply didn't work. It just wasn't better. I can only imagine what a brand new top of the line gaming rig would offer. Fantastic.
It's been a lot of work. Just updating took days, literally updating, then rechecking, and finally getting that done. Then it took a great deal of research, downloading, installing, uninstalling, working with fidgets and unlikely possibilities. Getting security ware on and operating (though there is still work to do there), getting Pale Moon, and the correct version, so that it worked with other programs to do what I needed.
I finally got the background I wanted, but first had to figure out how to get Vista to allow me to increase the resolution. And found a screen saver that will work for now. Every time I checked something, it wouldn't work, what was needed wouldn't download, the download didn't work. A mess. I think, for the most part, I finally have a machine that functions in all ways I have expected, but with much better viewing, much faster surfing, and more. I am not sure about whether it will work as even a minor gaming rig for now, but that is my next effort.
I had no choice but to get a console, when I did. A new computer simply wasn't possible. I could get one now, but the cost... I have other things I would like to do with the money. A gaming rig would be a pure luxury. Then again, with PS3 dying due to a new machine, I could scratch the cost of a new console off the price of a new computer. But... not for now. Maybe for next Christmas, unless of bunch of hoped for events end up not happening for one reason or another. The problem with consoles are many. You are limited to what is given, there are lots of problems and no way to do workarounds, they are pushing to force us to game online, which adds another wrinkle in that if the internet goes down or is spotty, it won't work. Plus, controls are what they are, limited to a gamepad really, and just messed up sometimes.
Not that I play a great deal anymore. But I might if I didn't have to fight internet access, poor controls, a dozen juggernaut companies trying to skin and flay my wallet or sense of control at every single turn. It's a pain to even find a game to play, that I might like, on PS 3. Which, as I mentioned, is now obsolete... being replaced by a slightly less, itself, obsolete platform. Junk from birth to grave. Plus, with a computer, you can tinker a great deal more. I like to tinker. If I wanted a nanny, about cheating, I'd wear diapers, thank you! :p
Oh, right... Today? Not much. The movie was just something to kill time, since I couldn't do much else. Plus, a victory lap at having finally gotten the systems to work. I'll see about getting some things done. I want to work. I just don't have what it takes. I did try to call my mother. She must have laid down for a nap. I may try to call her again, and call my friend about rescheduling for Tuesday. I'll keep trying to get some work done. Sometimes that is just what it is. Later.
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I won't say I have the machine up and running to it's best capacity. I will say I have it running, and even running much better than the old machine. I knew it should make video viewing, and some other things, much better. Initially, and until today really, it wasn't. It wasn't worse, except when it simply didn't work. It just wasn't better. I can only imagine what a brand new top of the line gaming rig would offer. Fantastic.
It's been a lot of work. Just updating took days, literally updating, then rechecking, and finally getting that done. Then it took a great deal of research, downloading, installing, uninstalling, working with fidgets and unlikely possibilities. Getting security ware on and operating (though there is still work to do there), getting Pale Moon, and the correct version, so that it worked with other programs to do what I needed.
I finally got the background I wanted, but first had to figure out how to get Vista to allow me to increase the resolution. And found a screen saver that will work for now. Every time I checked something, it wouldn't work, what was needed wouldn't download, the download didn't work. A mess. I think, for the most part, I finally have a machine that functions in all ways I have expected, but with much better viewing, much faster surfing, and more. I am not sure about whether it will work as even a minor gaming rig for now, but that is my next effort.
I had no choice but to get a console, when I did. A new computer simply wasn't possible. I could get one now, but the cost... I have other things I would like to do with the money. A gaming rig would be a pure luxury. Then again, with PS3 dying due to a new machine, I could scratch the cost of a new console off the price of a new computer. But... not for now. Maybe for next Christmas, unless of bunch of hoped for events end up not happening for one reason or another. The problem with consoles are many. You are limited to what is given, there are lots of problems and no way to do workarounds, they are pushing to force us to game online, which adds another wrinkle in that if the internet goes down or is spotty, it won't work. Plus, controls are what they are, limited to a gamepad really, and just messed up sometimes.
Not that I play a great deal anymore. But I might if I didn't have to fight internet access, poor controls, a dozen juggernaut companies trying to skin and flay my wallet or sense of control at every single turn. It's a pain to even find a game to play, that I might like, on PS 3. Which, as I mentioned, is now obsolete... being replaced by a slightly less, itself, obsolete platform. Junk from birth to grave. Plus, with a computer, you can tinker a great deal more. I like to tinker. If I wanted a nanny, about cheating, I'd wear diapers, thank you! :p
Oh, right... Today? Not much. The movie was just something to kill time, since I couldn't do much else. Plus, a victory lap at having finally gotten the systems to work. I'll see about getting some things done. I want to work. I just don't have what it takes. I did try to call my mother. She must have laid down for a nap. I may try to call her again, and call my friend about rescheduling for Tuesday. I'll keep trying to get some work done. Sometimes that is just what it is. Later.
Barely getting through.
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No, not much. A few of the things mentioned were done. Not most, little luck today either probably. Late to bed and a late start. Still, what is, is.
I haven't been going anywhere fast this morning and currently. But I didn't want to do nothing. So I started tinkering with Pale Moon and the silverlight problem. I had misread part of the problem. Microsoft tries to be as clear as mud, and does a good job of it. Pale Moon is just a free offering, so... It is a tech toy offered by techies. They do what they can, if they think something is important, but the user is mostly left to their own devices. After realizing my mistake, and ignoring MS's less than helpful information and finding my own way beyond their dead-end information, I did get the two to pair. First, I had to make sure PM was running in the 32-bit version. Easy enough. Then I had to find and download the 32-bit version of SL. Actually, once those two things were done, nothing else was needed. I suppose I will continue with amazon prime then.
The movies aren't great, for prime, usually. There have been a few very nice surprises. But, for nothing, on a slow day, the offerings can pass the time. And they are free, give or take. Along with sometimes free 2-day shipping, and a number of such things, it's not a bad deal. Actually, I don't borrow books or bother with their music, so far. Music is a new thing. I haven't sniffed around enough to know if that is to my liking or not yet. I have my doubts. Doubting is the secondary part of my job! I'll check it out, just to prove myself correct. If I am wrong? I can't lose. I love pessimism, my sort doesn't stop me from finding out. It just ensures that I am not perpetually disappointed. When I am surprised, on those rare accounts, it is always a good surprise. Which is why liberals are miserable. They actually believe when they are told medical care costs will be brought down by government bloat on top of the typical bureaucratic bloat of real business. Hehehehe I do enjoy watching optimists cry. "I am paying? I thought THEY were paying!?!" Hehehehe Never mind.
Oh, and I am "cleaning" my oven today. It's an automatic thing. I think it worked well last time. The smells though... I always fear a fire, on every stove that I have used that on. I don't know what else I will get to. Trash and recycling this week, I think. The cat litter is still good, I have been tending their brown button garden well, which does make the litter last a lot longer. Dishes could be washed, then set to rinse. I just don't know, that is a lot of work and I am sort of not there. Laundry could be dealt with. Meh... I want to, I just don't know if I have it in me. Lunch, a grilled chop, was warmed and consumed. Just enough. Yeah, I can see where vegetables would be nice, I just can't do it. One more thing, one more pan, more fuss, more muss. Still, it served my hunger well.
It is a wonderful day to rest up, so I don't mind. Need meets opportunity. I would like to get in to church, perhaps this coming Saturday. But making it on time, and actually early for confession... You have no idea how difficult timing is for me. I try, and try, and try. I make huge efforts, using visits with my friend to practice. And, still, usually, I am an hour late... when I am "on time". If not, I could be up to three hours late, or just be forced to cancel. I think I have been on actual time, right when I suggested, perhaps two or three times in this last year. Still, if I focus, plan, set up, arrange, and push... I might be able to do it. There are some other things I am going to try to do, thataway, soon, as well. They have no idea how difficult this is. See, this is where a woman might help. It has in the past. If I can get her on my side, and she can understand that it won't be every time and can live with that, a woman can improve my odds of being exactly on time at triple or quadruple my current rate. Mostly. Lipstick and flashing canines, a smile and a wink or nod, they have lots of tools. And, if I open myself to them it can help.
Well... on to making sure it works. I, Frankenstein is what I plan to view. I've seen it before. It's okay. There is much they could have more fully filled out, some they could have just dropped. It is sort of lame, but not because of the notions in the story, but because they tried to turn it into some sort of metro-sexual love story, missing the real points that a monster flick should, and really did, have. Was the director a woman? Terrible loss, in that sense. But I can work around, and pick the ideas up myself and work with them on my own. It has great bones, just no good meat, not supplied anyway.
Later.
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No, not much. A few of the things mentioned were done. Not most, little luck today either probably. Late to bed and a late start. Still, what is, is.
I haven't been going anywhere fast this morning and currently. But I didn't want to do nothing. So I started tinkering with Pale Moon and the silverlight problem. I had misread part of the problem. Microsoft tries to be as clear as mud, and does a good job of it. Pale Moon is just a free offering, so... It is a tech toy offered by techies. They do what they can, if they think something is important, but the user is mostly left to their own devices. After realizing my mistake, and ignoring MS's less than helpful information and finding my own way beyond their dead-end information, I did get the two to pair. First, I had to make sure PM was running in the 32-bit version. Easy enough. Then I had to find and download the 32-bit version of SL. Actually, once those two things were done, nothing else was needed. I suppose I will continue with amazon prime then.
The movies aren't great, for prime, usually. There have been a few very nice surprises. But, for nothing, on a slow day, the offerings can pass the time. And they are free, give or take. Along with sometimes free 2-day shipping, and a number of such things, it's not a bad deal. Actually, I don't borrow books or bother with their music, so far. Music is a new thing. I haven't sniffed around enough to know if that is to my liking or not yet. I have my doubts. Doubting is the secondary part of my job! I'll check it out, just to prove myself correct. If I am wrong? I can't lose. I love pessimism, my sort doesn't stop me from finding out. It just ensures that I am not perpetually disappointed. When I am surprised, on those rare accounts, it is always a good surprise. Which is why liberals are miserable. They actually believe when they are told medical care costs will be brought down by government bloat on top of the typical bureaucratic bloat of real business. Hehehehe I do enjoy watching optimists cry. "I am paying? I thought THEY were paying!?!" Hehehehe Never mind.
Oh, and I am "cleaning" my oven today. It's an automatic thing. I think it worked well last time. The smells though... I always fear a fire, on every stove that I have used that on. I don't know what else I will get to. Trash and recycling this week, I think. The cat litter is still good, I have been tending their brown button garden well, which does make the litter last a lot longer. Dishes could be washed, then set to rinse. I just don't know, that is a lot of work and I am sort of not there. Laundry could be dealt with. Meh... I want to, I just don't know if I have it in me. Lunch, a grilled chop, was warmed and consumed. Just enough. Yeah, I can see where vegetables would be nice, I just can't do it. One more thing, one more pan, more fuss, more muss. Still, it served my hunger well.
It is a wonderful day to rest up, so I don't mind. Need meets opportunity. I would like to get in to church, perhaps this coming Saturday. But making it on time, and actually early for confession... You have no idea how difficult timing is for me. I try, and try, and try. I make huge efforts, using visits with my friend to practice. And, still, usually, I am an hour late... when I am "on time". If not, I could be up to three hours late, or just be forced to cancel. I think I have been on actual time, right when I suggested, perhaps two or three times in this last year. Still, if I focus, plan, set up, arrange, and push... I might be able to do it. There are some other things I am going to try to do, thataway, soon, as well. They have no idea how difficult this is. See, this is where a woman might help. It has in the past. If I can get her on my side, and she can understand that it won't be every time and can live with that, a woman can improve my odds of being exactly on time at triple or quadruple my current rate. Mostly. Lipstick and flashing canines, a smile and a wink or nod, they have lots of tools. And, if I open myself to them it can help.
Well... on to making sure it works. I, Frankenstein is what I plan to view. I've seen it before. It's okay. There is much they could have more fully filled out, some they could have just dropped. It is sort of lame, but not because of the notions in the story, but because they tried to turn it into some sort of metro-sexual love story, missing the real points that a monster flick should, and really did, have. Was the director a woman? Terrible loss, in that sense. But I can work around, and pick the ideas up myself and work with them on my own. It has great bones, just no good meat, not supplied anyway.
Later.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
More computer tinkering.
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My problem with amazon and silverlight (or whatever) is not because of limits regarding Pale Moon. I tried to use IE with the same results. I suppose I will simply have to do more digging, for a workaround, different version, or other method altogether. Without this I have even less reason to pay for amazon prime. To reinstate I have to pay by the 29th. But I'm not, probably, going to continue if I can't watch downloads and their free movies. They don't have great movies, though once in a while something was worth watching. Two day delivery is hit and miss, both to what is allowed and if what is allowed makes it. Sometimes, not always. It's not as if I am in a great hurry, usually. Plus prices on amazon have to be compared with local. Even at the same price, it is easier if I am going to town anyway, and cheaper, to return locally. If the price is better, and I have seen 20% cheaper locally sometimes, that just can't be beat.
I haven't gotten to the tart yet. I may not, either. Perhaps I will just go with fresh crust, make a tart sort of thing tomorrow, and hand it out the door as supper is delivered. Yeah... I don't want to eat that much sweet stuff, but I don't want to waste what is ready either. Tonight I may light up the grill and put a couple various cuts from the recent hog meat. I put a couple out, a shoulder chop and regular chops. Something tasty to eat, better if grilled. Easy to cook too.
I realized, after mistaking the timing, that I am a little off. I knew I wasn't working really well before that, but missing an hour, even in the mind, is considered a major flaw. Oh, I do that. But when I do, I know I am not doing well. I have to keep track of these things, so as to know when to, and when not to, do something a bit more complicated. I don't always know. And, sometimes, I have to attempt to go beyond that. It depends on how dire the consequences and how immediate the need. Risk and reward assessment, according to cost.
I did have the peach pie. I wasn't particularly hungry, but I was curious and there was still room. It came out okay. I remind, these aren't sugar pies, they are fruit pies. As such, I think they are good as I can make them. It's just that my memory of fruit hand pies is of exceedingly sweet things. While I do not prefer them exceedingly sweet, my mind only has that to work with from memory, so... okay is about as good as it can muster. Still, they slipped past the teeth, over the tongue, and down the gullet pretty quickly. Yeah, not bad. The ladies who tried them enjoyed them as well.
I might finish the dishes, handle some or all of the dried laundry, do some cleaning in the kitchen, and make dinner. But that would be about it. I won't swear to any of it, though I suspect some or most of it will be done. Tomorrow a bit of a clean up, getting the trash out, and maybe sweeping and mopping. Monday was going to be a shooting day, but with garage clean up, I will probably move shooting to Tuesday, if the weather is good. Otherwise I will just stop in and see my friend, unless the weather will be clearing up within a few days. After that, I am hoping to get back at cleaning the cave. I really want to push over into uncharted territories with that. I want to go further, cleaning on my own, than I have gone before, and get to steam cleaning the living room, then tearing into my bedroom, then the guest room.
Then a break, maybe a trip somewhere as a reward. Hmm... I wonder if Desert Cat could handle a visitor, for a weekend, in a month or so. He won't even have to stop working. I'm not that kind of guest. Though if he wants to, or cut work a bit, that's quite fine too. Beer, menfolk chat, laughing at and with, and just catching up. I think I make his ears bleed, but he seems enjoys that once a year or three. Hmm, if I could bring a package of the beef and pork I got. Enough for several meals, so that it might encourage him to do likewise. All, of course, assuming I have the three rooms cleaned, steam cleaned, and put back together. Ready for work in the en suit bathroom shortly after.
Might as well plan while I am down. Might not be so confused when I get back to it. Later.
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My problem with amazon and silverlight (or whatever) is not because of limits regarding Pale Moon. I tried to use IE with the same results. I suppose I will simply have to do more digging, for a workaround, different version, or other method altogether. Without this I have even less reason to pay for amazon prime. To reinstate I have to pay by the 29th. But I'm not, probably, going to continue if I can't watch downloads and their free movies. They don't have great movies, though once in a while something was worth watching. Two day delivery is hit and miss, both to what is allowed and if what is allowed makes it. Sometimes, not always. It's not as if I am in a great hurry, usually. Plus prices on amazon have to be compared with local. Even at the same price, it is easier if I am going to town anyway, and cheaper, to return locally. If the price is better, and I have seen 20% cheaper locally sometimes, that just can't be beat.
I haven't gotten to the tart yet. I may not, either. Perhaps I will just go with fresh crust, make a tart sort of thing tomorrow, and hand it out the door as supper is delivered. Yeah... I don't want to eat that much sweet stuff, but I don't want to waste what is ready either. Tonight I may light up the grill and put a couple various cuts from the recent hog meat. I put a couple out, a shoulder chop and regular chops. Something tasty to eat, better if grilled. Easy to cook too.
I realized, after mistaking the timing, that I am a little off. I knew I wasn't working really well before that, but missing an hour, even in the mind, is considered a major flaw. Oh, I do that. But when I do, I know I am not doing well. I have to keep track of these things, so as to know when to, and when not to, do something a bit more complicated. I don't always know. And, sometimes, I have to attempt to go beyond that. It depends on how dire the consequences and how immediate the need. Risk and reward assessment, according to cost.
I did have the peach pie. I wasn't particularly hungry, but I was curious and there was still room. It came out okay. I remind, these aren't sugar pies, they are fruit pies. As such, I think they are good as I can make them. It's just that my memory of fruit hand pies is of exceedingly sweet things. While I do not prefer them exceedingly sweet, my mind only has that to work with from memory, so... okay is about as good as it can muster. Still, they slipped past the teeth, over the tongue, and down the gullet pretty quickly. Yeah, not bad. The ladies who tried them enjoyed them as well.
I might finish the dishes, handle some or all of the dried laundry, do some cleaning in the kitchen, and make dinner. But that would be about it. I won't swear to any of it, though I suspect some or most of it will be done. Tomorrow a bit of a clean up, getting the trash out, and maybe sweeping and mopping. Monday was going to be a shooting day, but with garage clean up, I will probably move shooting to Tuesday, if the weather is good. Otherwise I will just stop in and see my friend, unless the weather will be clearing up within a few days. After that, I am hoping to get back at cleaning the cave. I really want to push over into uncharted territories with that. I want to go further, cleaning on my own, than I have gone before, and get to steam cleaning the living room, then tearing into my bedroom, then the guest room.
Then a break, maybe a trip somewhere as a reward. Hmm... I wonder if Desert Cat could handle a visitor, for a weekend, in a month or so. He won't even have to stop working. I'm not that kind of guest. Though if he wants to, or cut work a bit, that's quite fine too. Beer, menfolk chat, laughing at and with, and just catching up. I think I make his ears bleed, but he seems enjoys that once a year or three. Hmm, if I could bring a package of the beef and pork I got. Enough for several meals, so that it might encourage him to do likewise. All, of course, assuming I have the three rooms cleaned, steam cleaned, and put back together. Ready for work in the en suit bathroom shortly after.
Might as well plan while I am down. Might not be so confused when I get back to it. Later.
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