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The first thing(s) to be done, actually three if you count it all, was responding to emails. I received three... either last night after I had gone to bed or sometime this morning. Queries regarding participation in things I wish to participate in. However, receiving them so late, I had no chance to respond in the time given, which was past by the time I received. No worries. That is life, often enough. Still, I responded in the affirmative, but this time I put the events into my cell calendar. Hmm... when I kill my smartphone, I might need to find another device that works as such. It is handy, if I would rather not be spied upon through it's use. Further, I asked for the next meeting date, and when that arrives, will put that in my calendar too. If it is regular, which it should be, I'll then schedule it as such. I won't make all of the meetings, or help every time, but I would like to do something.
After that, a bathroom break. I realized it was cold this morning, down to 27 F. While that isn't truly cold, especially given the time of year, it is unusually cool for how things have been going. So I turned the furnace up just a smidgen on my way to the bathroom. I did my business, but realized I had not cleaned the mop. Now, recently, I bought good mops. Industrial type mops. Two handles and four heads, perhaps. Plus a real mop caddy. Which is fine, I like solid equipment. But, if I am going to lay out the extra loot for better equipment, I am required, by conscience, to tend these things. So I cleaned the mop and caddy, and set the mop to dry in the caddy, and will adjust it every few days until properly dried.
Those things sort of just got in my way. I'm not officially up to work quite yet. But the efforts do make me think that I might get to some other things yet today. And tomorrow I will be helping finish the raking. The front and other side are what is left. I may get out early, and remove the branches and twigs that have fallen, so that just raking is needed. And, before long, I might just have that bonfire I have mentioned. It won't work tomorrow. Perhaps I will ask my friend, and perhaps have him ask one of his friends, to come over for hot dogs and schmores to celebrate the burn. Nothing like a little company around a fire.
More coffee, perhaps a touch of reading, and then on to work. I do need to warm up just a bit anyway. Later.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Ah, awake.
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I gave myself eight hours to sleep, but an half hour of round up, on top of an extra hour just because. Sometimes I know extra sleep will be needed. Sometimes I allow for it, sometimes I try to bull through. Both answers can be the correct one in specific situations. Knowing which one is best is a crapshoot, one I am not particularly good at. All I know is the house usually wins, definitely in the end. The problem is identifying the house. While that may seem easy enough, the truth beyond appearances is quite beyond our humble grasp. Sometimes even we are the house, if we align things correctly.
Drifting, aye. I didn't get a thing done yesterday, that I remember. Then again, I don't remember much. Not that there was a lot to remember... I think? I suppose I pushed too hard, for too many days, fumbling with medicine on top of that, and then daring the sun to beat me up... which it did. I may have a very slight sunburn. Sunburns release some kind of drug in my system, which act, I would have to guess, much like psychedelics, hallucinogens. If I do well, and get out in the sun often enough to tame the effect, I can then tolerate more with much less effect. But that takes a bit of time. It wasn't the only part of the problem, just a small little piece of it.
Still a bit floaty today. Don't know what will, or can happen. But I am pushing to get more work done. The drain, breaking down more boxes, cleaning the kitchen a bit better, then hitting the living room. Those are the immediate goals. I have enough variety that if one thing doesn't strike my fancy or call me to action, perhaps another thing will. I have to see the task, be in the right frame of mind when I see it to notice it, then have enough breath and gumption to hit it. It's less of a conscious effort, more like when, how, and why a trout strikes at a lure. Either it happens or it doesn't.
I should make breakfast this morning. I never did get to it yesterday. Eggs, I think I have just a bit more hashbrowns, and bacon. That should work. Food does help, but I have to be able to make it and eat it. I don't know if anything will happen, though things tend to build on each other. If I can start earlier, I can potentially though not necessarily, get more done. If I start later, potential is also reduced, though sometimes when I start I simply bulldoze through and get everything on the list plus interest. Likelihood, however, rests with the obvious.
My first focus is fixing the drain. If what I bought doesn't work, I may go back to town. I want that done, and right. The next plumbing effort will be to get the drain to work in the bathroom. Perhaps something is caught up in it. Or... something. "All I have to do"(tm) is pull the trap. I used quotes because quite often, when I go to do something simple it turns into something quite different from simple. I already know that getting the trap off will be a bit, to quite, complicated due to the traps partial positioning within the ceramic column base upon which the sink resides. Depending on how much room there actually is to swing a wrench will make it either a little to a lot more difficult than the simple notion itself might belie. But, that won't happen for a while. Hmm, and while I am doing that, I might change the gaskets in the shower faucet handles. An occasional drip tells me they need to be replaced. And, yes, I have the tools and gunk to do it... just not the experience, yet. And who knows what could go wrong.
On to... more waking up. Then perhaps the plumbing. And if that goes well, on to more cleaning. If it doesn't, I could always use a few more things from the store while I am in town. Always, innit? Later.
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I gave myself eight hours to sleep, but an half hour of round up, on top of an extra hour just because. Sometimes I know extra sleep will be needed. Sometimes I allow for it, sometimes I try to bull through. Both answers can be the correct one in specific situations. Knowing which one is best is a crapshoot, one I am not particularly good at. All I know is the house usually wins, definitely in the end. The problem is identifying the house. While that may seem easy enough, the truth beyond appearances is quite beyond our humble grasp. Sometimes even we are the house, if we align things correctly.
Drifting, aye. I didn't get a thing done yesterday, that I remember. Then again, I don't remember much. Not that there was a lot to remember... I think? I suppose I pushed too hard, for too many days, fumbling with medicine on top of that, and then daring the sun to beat me up... which it did. I may have a very slight sunburn. Sunburns release some kind of drug in my system, which act, I would have to guess, much like psychedelics, hallucinogens. If I do well, and get out in the sun often enough to tame the effect, I can then tolerate more with much less effect. But that takes a bit of time. It wasn't the only part of the problem, just a small little piece of it.
Still a bit floaty today. Don't know what will, or can happen. But I am pushing to get more work done. The drain, breaking down more boxes, cleaning the kitchen a bit better, then hitting the living room. Those are the immediate goals. I have enough variety that if one thing doesn't strike my fancy or call me to action, perhaps another thing will. I have to see the task, be in the right frame of mind when I see it to notice it, then have enough breath and gumption to hit it. It's less of a conscious effort, more like when, how, and why a trout strikes at a lure. Either it happens or it doesn't.
I should make breakfast this morning. I never did get to it yesterday. Eggs, I think I have just a bit more hashbrowns, and bacon. That should work. Food does help, but I have to be able to make it and eat it. I don't know if anything will happen, though things tend to build on each other. If I can start earlier, I can potentially though not necessarily, get more done. If I start later, potential is also reduced, though sometimes when I start I simply bulldoze through and get everything on the list plus interest. Likelihood, however, rests with the obvious.
My first focus is fixing the drain. If what I bought doesn't work, I may go back to town. I want that done, and right. The next plumbing effort will be to get the drain to work in the bathroom. Perhaps something is caught up in it. Or... something. "All I have to do"(tm) is pull the trap. I used quotes because quite often, when I go to do something simple it turns into something quite different from simple. I already know that getting the trap off will be a bit, to quite, complicated due to the traps partial positioning within the ceramic column base upon which the sink resides. Depending on how much room there actually is to swing a wrench will make it either a little to a lot more difficult than the simple notion itself might belie. But, that won't happen for a while. Hmm, and while I am doing that, I might change the gaskets in the shower faucet handles. An occasional drip tells me they need to be replaced. And, yes, I have the tools and gunk to do it... just not the experience, yet. And who knows what could go wrong.
On to... more waking up. Then perhaps the plumbing. And if that goes well, on to more cleaning. If it doesn't, I could always use a few more things from the store while I am in town. Always, innit? Later.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Odd thoughts on an odd day.
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The notion of the personification of War has crossed my mind today. Then something made me think of what other options there might be. While there are some serious problems with the video, it does offer a look at another set of shoes someone might wear. Given the givens, and considering what the other riders might do, I think War is the choice I would make. I hate biology, and hunger is worse than rage, definitely when it reaches the level of starvation. I have known each. Besides, war, when it is performed as it should be, has very little to do with rage. Actually, the worst rages come from having no choice, for the loss of innocence in self, and others, for death and carnage, not so much a thing to direct at the enemy. Raging at ourselves for our impotence to... find a better way. Well, and the truth that sometimes there really is not better way.
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The notion of the personification of War has crossed my mind today. Then something made me think of what other options there might be. While there are some serious problems with the video, it does offer a look at another set of shoes someone might wear. Given the givens, and considering what the other riders might do, I think War is the choice I would make. I hate biology, and hunger is worse than rage, definitely when it reaches the level of starvation. I have known each. Besides, war, when it is performed as it should be, has very little to do with rage. Actually, the worst rages come from having no choice, for the loss of innocence in self, and others, for death and carnage, not so much a thing to direct at the enemy. Raging at ourselves for our impotence to... find a better way. Well, and the truth that sometimes there really is not better way.
A day of just, mostly, rest.
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Even with pain pills, I think today is just not going to turn into a workday. I do feel a bit better, not enough better to do much. There are a few minor tasks I could do, might do. Putting up the laundry, most of which is folded. Perhaps running the wrinkled stuff through the dryer with a damp towel. Maybe a bit of policing in the living room. Not much, not for long, but some things might be done. I pushed a little too hard lately.
The microwave stand will not be in. The company sent it to the wrong address, after generating the incorrect address somehow. Then, sent the thing to a town in New Hampshire. When I called to figure things out, a UPS rep suggested that I just go right down and get it. I didn't bother explaining to this woman from, I am guessing, India, that NH is 2,000 and more miles away. Nor was I going to debate it. I bought the item on the premise that it would be delivered to my door and I expect no less. Sure, if local, I could pick it up. But that isn't what I paid to do. If they wish to be billed for the delivery, and my time (energy really) is precious, then so be it. Otherwise, I will see the package on my doorstep. New Hampshire pickup my ass. So, at least I don't have that sitting here, tempting me to overextend even more. Putting it together isn't a great expenditure, but it isn't minor either. It would draw on physical and intellectual, and on a day that finds me nearly bankrupt. And, I know I would have put it together if it had arrived. I want that done!
Actually, I may get to the plumbing today. That is just irritating me greatly, not having that finished. Well, and pushing might not be as bad as all that. Yeah, it'll hurt. Either I will grow into more capacity or break, or even die. Only one of which would be a terrible thing. Recovery is a bitch, or can be. Death and greater capacity are all... well... good enough. Plus, as I have mentioned, I am not lucky enough to die quite yet. Daring fate? Me? You haven't read here much, have you. Or you don't pay attention, or can't put two and two together. I can't tempt fate at this point. I am so far beyond it that I grin at the notion, laugh outright sometimes.
Hmm... I best get something to eat. Yogurt sounds too weak, bacon and eggs I think... and something else... I'll figure it out. I need real food this morning. Later.
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Even with pain pills, I think today is just not going to turn into a workday. I do feel a bit better, not enough better to do much. There are a few minor tasks I could do, might do. Putting up the laundry, most of which is folded. Perhaps running the wrinkled stuff through the dryer with a damp towel. Maybe a bit of policing in the living room. Not much, not for long, but some things might be done. I pushed a little too hard lately.
The microwave stand will not be in. The company sent it to the wrong address, after generating the incorrect address somehow. Then, sent the thing to a town in New Hampshire. When I called to figure things out, a UPS rep suggested that I just go right down and get it. I didn't bother explaining to this woman from, I am guessing, India, that NH is 2,000 and more miles away. Nor was I going to debate it. I bought the item on the premise that it would be delivered to my door and I expect no less. Sure, if local, I could pick it up. But that isn't what I paid to do. If they wish to be billed for the delivery, and my time (energy really) is precious, then so be it. Otherwise, I will see the package on my doorstep. New Hampshire pickup my ass. So, at least I don't have that sitting here, tempting me to overextend even more. Putting it together isn't a great expenditure, but it isn't minor either. It would draw on physical and intellectual, and on a day that finds me nearly bankrupt. And, I know I would have put it together if it had arrived. I want that done!
Actually, I may get to the plumbing today. That is just irritating me greatly, not having that finished. Well, and pushing might not be as bad as all that. Yeah, it'll hurt. Either I will grow into more capacity or break, or even die. Only one of which would be a terrible thing. Recovery is a bitch, or can be. Death and greater capacity are all... well... good enough. Plus, as I have mentioned, I am not lucky enough to die quite yet. Daring fate? Me? You haven't read here much, have you. Or you don't pay attention, or can't put two and two together. I can't tempt fate at this point. I am so far beyond it that I grin at the notion, laugh outright sometimes.
Hmm... I best get something to eat. Yogurt sounds too weak, bacon and eggs I think... and something else... I'll figure it out. I need real food this morning. Later.
That smarts.
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I pushed a little hard recently. It is paying off. I went to bed slightly before 17:00. I woke, initially, at about 2:40. That hurt, a lot. So I went back to bed, sort of tagging the pain while I slept, trying to sleep as much of it off as possible. The tagging time out, meaning I ended going back to full sleep at some point, then woke at about 7:00. It still hurt, but not as badly. The pain is going away on it's own, to a degree. As long as I don't move around too much. Yeah, painkillers. Anacin seems to work well when I push. Especially when I still have things to do. I may take the weekend off, mostly. But that means another day or two of work, as I may.
I don't know if plumbing will be the first thing, though that is the plan. Getting down on knees, tinkering, and such, seems like an awfully push for a first job. I might just finish the laundry as a starter, and maybe find another less demanding chore beside that to start the day off. I have a fresh pot of coffee going, and might figure out something easy and soft to eat... one of the yogurts mixed with granola I suppose. The waffle batter was supposed to make 12 waffles. Perhaps on a smaller waffle iron, but not on the one I have. It made five waffles, pushing it at that. While the batter was okay, for my tastes and nature, I am going to look for other recipes to try next time. Maybe buckwheat, or partial whole wheat, or something. Something a bit more dense, with perhaps a bit more tooth, and with carbs that burn a bit slower. Tasty enough, I guess. Just... from a digestive thing I believe I want a bit more.
Actually, I have something planned for Saturday. I missed the things I had planned for Tuesday, I think. I'll keep trying on that. It seems that no mater how I plan things, I am easily distracted. I forget. I'll keep trying. I do like to do what I plan, or it needs to be done, or I wouldn't include it. I am simply somewhat limited in making things happen, especially in a timely way on top of it. I'll... keep trying. I am sure I will get back to it. As I said though, as health improves, I end up doing more. In doing more, in some ways, I end up seeming to do less, in ways. Just how much I can actually end up doing is anyone's guess. I am already amazed at what I have been doing while also beginning to believe I can do much more even so.
I also can't believe that in mid February that I am conspiring with others to rake my lawn! I actually figured out what got me, in part, raking out front. The sun. I haven't been in full naked sunlight for a while. I have to acclimate to that, over time. It ate my mojo! It ate it quickly. Although, with a trip in May coming up, I best get reacquainted with the sun again. I don't want to be a drag, there, again. I will be, to some degree, just because of the heart. But I think I can be more ready. Perhaps taking walks a few times each week, on sunny days, might be the way to go. And opening the curtains.
Oh, something else I purchased was headsets in the hope that I can get back to the piano. I really would enjoy speakers for the thing, but I honestly don't know what to get. I'm sure there is a shop around, where I could ask, perhaps even try a couple of amps or speakers or such. The piano is a really good way to relax, or work the mind and spirit. If I get back to it well enough, I might even consider lessons again. In time. I have so much on my plate right now that I just don't quite have what it takes to even begin checking that. It is just one more thing ready to go, like the shop, tools, and such. Opportunity is being created. My ability to function is being sharpened. And my capacity to more function is being expanded. It does take time to hoist one's self out of the grave, then onto one's feet, and then more. It is happening. Later.
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I pushed a little hard recently. It is paying off. I went to bed slightly before 17:00. I woke, initially, at about 2:40. That hurt, a lot. So I went back to bed, sort of tagging the pain while I slept, trying to sleep as much of it off as possible. The tagging time out, meaning I ended going back to full sleep at some point, then woke at about 7:00. It still hurt, but not as badly. The pain is going away on it's own, to a degree. As long as I don't move around too much. Yeah, painkillers. Anacin seems to work well when I push. Especially when I still have things to do. I may take the weekend off, mostly. But that means another day or two of work, as I may.
I don't know if plumbing will be the first thing, though that is the plan. Getting down on knees, tinkering, and such, seems like an awfully push for a first job. I might just finish the laundry as a starter, and maybe find another less demanding chore beside that to start the day off. I have a fresh pot of coffee going, and might figure out something easy and soft to eat... one of the yogurts mixed with granola I suppose. The waffle batter was supposed to make 12 waffles. Perhaps on a smaller waffle iron, but not on the one I have. It made five waffles, pushing it at that. While the batter was okay, for my tastes and nature, I am going to look for other recipes to try next time. Maybe buckwheat, or partial whole wheat, or something. Something a bit more dense, with perhaps a bit more tooth, and with carbs that burn a bit slower. Tasty enough, I guess. Just... from a digestive thing I believe I want a bit more.
Actually, I have something planned for Saturday. I missed the things I had planned for Tuesday, I think. I'll keep trying on that. It seems that no mater how I plan things, I am easily distracted. I forget. I'll keep trying. I do like to do what I plan, or it needs to be done, or I wouldn't include it. I am simply somewhat limited in making things happen, especially in a timely way on top of it. I'll... keep trying. I am sure I will get back to it. As I said though, as health improves, I end up doing more. In doing more, in some ways, I end up seeming to do less, in ways. Just how much I can actually end up doing is anyone's guess. I am already amazed at what I have been doing while also beginning to believe I can do much more even so.
I also can't believe that in mid February that I am conspiring with others to rake my lawn! I actually figured out what got me, in part, raking out front. The sun. I haven't been in full naked sunlight for a while. I have to acclimate to that, over time. It ate my mojo! It ate it quickly. Although, with a trip in May coming up, I best get reacquainted with the sun again. I don't want to be a drag, there, again. I will be, to some degree, just because of the heart. But I think I can be more ready. Perhaps taking walks a few times each week, on sunny days, might be the way to go. And opening the curtains.
Oh, something else I purchased was headsets in the hope that I can get back to the piano. I really would enjoy speakers for the thing, but I honestly don't know what to get. I'm sure there is a shop around, where I could ask, perhaps even try a couple of amps or speakers or such. The piano is a really good way to relax, or work the mind and spirit. If I get back to it well enough, I might even consider lessons again. In time. I have so much on my plate right now that I just don't quite have what it takes to even begin checking that. It is just one more thing ready to go, like the shop, tools, and such. Opportunity is being created. My ability to function is being sharpened. And my capacity to more function is being expanded. It does take time to hoist one's self out of the grave, then onto one's feet, and then more. It is happening. Later.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Not going to get to the plumbing.
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I did reset the kitchen and bathroom. The plumbing... that would take a good deal of up and down, kneeling, tinkering, and such. My mind isn't really able to be brought to focus and my body has let me know that I best leave it alone for a while. When both aspects agree on something, I usually go with it. There are times when that just isn't possible, and I have to push... no always successfully. As a general rule, though, when those two bark at the same time, I will give way. Especially as much work as they have been doing.
It isn't just work, either. I have been continuing to read. I have been playing a game on the side. I have been ordering things to maintain my home. I have been keeping up on business, visiting my friend, calling family. Woven throughout work has been play, social, business, entertainment, and many other parts of life. It is absolutely amazing. I even pushed my schedule back to 'people time'. Oh, and while I did fall of medicine, and trip up there a bit, I got back to it. As quickly as I realized, and then could. Just not bad. It's almost a part of a a real life.
Yes, I do expect a lot out of life. To get a lot out of life, you have to put a lot into the effort. Nothing is free. As I see things, I have gone beyond the bounds of my health. I am stretching what I thought possible in ways I didn't think were possible. I think I might even push further. There will always be ups and downs. More so for me than for most. But the downs have been quite small, lately. I know I do have some real limitations. I will never again be a real little boy. But I may not have to be quite so terribly cloistered, as I am proving.
I am just pleased with what all has been happening. And while I can't get to everything, exactly when planned for sure, I am getting to it in due time. Then again, I am terrible about knowing how long something will take, or how much it might take out of me or cost. All very good. Good night.
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I did reset the kitchen and bathroom. The plumbing... that would take a good deal of up and down, kneeling, tinkering, and such. My mind isn't really able to be brought to focus and my body has let me know that I best leave it alone for a while. When both aspects agree on something, I usually go with it. There are times when that just isn't possible, and I have to push... no always successfully. As a general rule, though, when those two bark at the same time, I will give way. Especially as much work as they have been doing.
It isn't just work, either. I have been continuing to read. I have been playing a game on the side. I have been ordering things to maintain my home. I have been keeping up on business, visiting my friend, calling family. Woven throughout work has been play, social, business, entertainment, and many other parts of life. It is absolutely amazing. I even pushed my schedule back to 'people time'. Oh, and while I did fall of medicine, and trip up there a bit, I got back to it. As quickly as I realized, and then could. Just not bad. It's almost a part of a a real life.
Yes, I do expect a lot out of life. To get a lot out of life, you have to put a lot into the effort. Nothing is free. As I see things, I have gone beyond the bounds of my health. I am stretching what I thought possible in ways I didn't think were possible. I think I might even push further. There will always be ups and downs. More so for me than for most. But the downs have been quite small, lately. I know I do have some real limitations. I will never again be a real little boy. But I may not have to be quite so terribly cloistered, as I am proving.
I am just pleased with what all has been happening. And while I can't get to everything, exactly when planned for sure, I am getting to it in due time. Then again, I am terrible about knowing how long something will take, or how much it might take out of me or cost. All very good. Good night.
Yes, quite a day.
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I thought I had handled the boxes. Then I found boxes, and more boxes, an then some more. I finally just reached my cutoff for boxes, sorting them, dealing with them. I put what I was going to keep where I am keeping them. The rest went onto the freezer. They will be broken down when I get to it! With the floor mostly clear, I first vacuumed the rug in the little cove off the kitchen. Then I swept where the cat litter boxes usually set, and the rest of the kitchen and bathroom. Finally I mopped the floors, Actually, I cleaned the bathroom first, mostly. I know I did a few other little things, an moved chairs onto the rug so as to have easy access. Then a bit of a rest.
At 14:00, a pair of helpers showed up to help with the raking. The back yard, and the driveway sideyard is done. Raked, bagged, and what will fit in the trash bin while leaving enough room for any potential trash has been tossed. Oh, and with the twigs, I created a burn pile out back. I might have to invite my friend, and someone else, over for a little burn party. Hot dogs, marshmallows, perhaps the whole schmores thing. Can't burn leaves, but can burn wood... for now.
The only other things I want to do yet today is to repair, or attempt to repair, the plumbing under the sink, put the furniture back in the kitchen and bathroom, and maybe take a shower. Quite a lot of work today, really. I am very pleased, if tuckered out. Hmm, oh, but I ought to fix something for dinner. It is just about that time. One more thing, we have set up an appointment to finish the raking. With that done, my next job out there will be to plant seed and set up the hoses. I think I need new sprinklers, they don't last long. But I won't be putting those out until I am sure the last frost has come and gone. I don't think I will sew seeds, either, until after that point. But I can begin looking for seed, and new sprinklers. I can be ready.
I really am hitting a solid stride. I need breaks, I fall from time to time for various reasons, and it doesn't always work, or easily, or quickly. But, yeah... I am very pleased with how things are going. I don't even need help on everything, every time, either. I suppose I should take a break, then see what I can do? Nah, I'll set the bathroom and kitchen back up first, then take a break. Those will be easy chores.
Tomorrow? Depends on how things work out. I am hoping to finish the kitchen. Oh, and the microwave cart should be in. So putting that together, organizing the microwave, food processor, waffle iron, and several other sundry to fully utilize the space, then figuring out where to keep it, will be on the list. That will really open some counter space. Then to just figure out how to clear the rest of it, while cleaning. All good. We'll see, but that is the plan. After that, the living room. Then, as I suggested, I will re-evaluate goals, plans, possibilities... You know what? After that, I may see about a place to go for a few days of mini-vacation. Some park, some minor resort type town if based on a more natural setting... a hikers town or such. Camping would be a bit much for a mini-vacation, in the middle of work. Yes, I think I will begin looking for a place to take some time off. No more than a day's drive, two or three nights lodging, some food for the road, some eating out. Yes indeed. That will clear my mind and allow me to figure what to do next.
Probably just move on to my bedroom. I want that clean before I begin tearing into a new bathroom build. Though perhaps working on the sub-panel might be the next task. I just don't quite know yet. I just know that whatever I plan, I can probably do. Perhaps not as quickly as I might have thought, money is always a tricky thing, time and energy and health all play a roll. I just know, now, that I will get it done. Know. I also know I am hungry and want to do a few things before I eat. So, I best get going.
Later.
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I thought I had handled the boxes. Then I found boxes, and more boxes, an then some more. I finally just reached my cutoff for boxes, sorting them, dealing with them. I put what I was going to keep where I am keeping them. The rest went onto the freezer. They will be broken down when I get to it! With the floor mostly clear, I first vacuumed the rug in the little cove off the kitchen. Then I swept where the cat litter boxes usually set, and the rest of the kitchen and bathroom. Finally I mopped the floors, Actually, I cleaned the bathroom first, mostly. I know I did a few other little things, an moved chairs onto the rug so as to have easy access. Then a bit of a rest.
At 14:00, a pair of helpers showed up to help with the raking. The back yard, and the driveway sideyard is done. Raked, bagged, and what will fit in the trash bin while leaving enough room for any potential trash has been tossed. Oh, and with the twigs, I created a burn pile out back. I might have to invite my friend, and someone else, over for a little burn party. Hot dogs, marshmallows, perhaps the whole schmores thing. Can't burn leaves, but can burn wood... for now.
The only other things I want to do yet today is to repair, or attempt to repair, the plumbing under the sink, put the furniture back in the kitchen and bathroom, and maybe take a shower. Quite a lot of work today, really. I am very pleased, if tuckered out. Hmm, oh, but I ought to fix something for dinner. It is just about that time. One more thing, we have set up an appointment to finish the raking. With that done, my next job out there will be to plant seed and set up the hoses. I think I need new sprinklers, they don't last long. But I won't be putting those out until I am sure the last frost has come and gone. I don't think I will sew seeds, either, until after that point. But I can begin looking for seed, and new sprinklers. I can be ready.
I really am hitting a solid stride. I need breaks, I fall from time to time for various reasons, and it doesn't always work, or easily, or quickly. But, yeah... I am very pleased with how things are going. I don't even need help on everything, every time, either. I suppose I should take a break, then see what I can do? Nah, I'll set the bathroom and kitchen back up first, then take a break. Those will be easy chores.
Tomorrow? Depends on how things work out. I am hoping to finish the kitchen. Oh, and the microwave cart should be in. So putting that together, organizing the microwave, food processor, waffle iron, and several other sundry to fully utilize the space, then figuring out where to keep it, will be on the list. That will really open some counter space. Then to just figure out how to clear the rest of it, while cleaning. All good. We'll see, but that is the plan. After that, the living room. Then, as I suggested, I will re-evaluate goals, plans, possibilities... You know what? After that, I may see about a place to go for a few days of mini-vacation. Some park, some minor resort type town if based on a more natural setting... a hikers town or such. Camping would be a bit much for a mini-vacation, in the middle of work. Yes, I think I will begin looking for a place to take some time off. No more than a day's drive, two or three nights lodging, some food for the road, some eating out. Yes indeed. That will clear my mind and allow me to figure what to do next.
Probably just move on to my bedroom. I want that clean before I begin tearing into a new bathroom build. Though perhaps working on the sub-panel might be the next task. I just don't quite know yet. I just know that whatever I plan, I can probably do. Perhaps not as quickly as I might have thought, money is always a tricky thing, time and energy and health all play a roll. I just know, now, that I will get it done. Know. I also know I am hungry and want to do a few things before I eat. So, I best get going.
Later.
A long sleep.
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I was up rather late yesterday, all else given. I pushed into early evening, a necessary thing to reset the schedule. And I slept very long. I needed it. I am just about used to medicine again, but the clouds and darkness plus chasing the day itself, along with efforts, are very heavy taxes. All good. Unto each, render the coin of the realm. So it is. Not terribly awake, but not all that sleepy or weary. I like slowly drifting to wakefulness, when I can. But the mind, today, is quite good. Sharp, at least as focus goes.
With the kitchen floor open, I can sweep, and mop, the kitchen and bathroom today. I will also work on the plumbing under the sink. If that works, I will be quite satisfied. If it doesn't work, I may have to make another trip into town. I want that damned thing done. It's been a pox on my home for far too long. I may be doing raking today, as well. It's a bit chill, but that is a good day to work outdoors. As well, I might get the wood pile out back moved to where it can burn, and get that going. And, I do believe, I will finish with the laundry today. That should clear up things well enough to move on to the final kitchen cleaning tomorrow, along with the beginning of the living room cleanup. I doubt if the living room will be finished this week, as I had hoped, but the slow steady progress is good enough to satisfy my intent. It just takes longer, and things come up besides this and that.
I was thinking about one of the songs I played the other day. I understand that some people do not know how to interpret some things. The opening scene, and another scene, appear to point to the Mormon church. And, for the viewer and reader, since many are LDS, that makes perfect sense. But that wasn't the point. That would merely be them thinking I was putting myself in their shoes, rather than the other way around. Hrm, you ask? Well... When I was running, it was from, in part, "church". The vid only makes sense if you think of the runner as being you, and what you consider the term "church" to be. For me, my church is the Catholic church. Even though not raised Catholic, as I started becoming aware of my faith, and called to it, that is what it meant to me. And that is what I ran from. Not your church, or another's church. I understand, it is difficult to interpret a seer, especially when he uses a video not made exactly to his specs. Did you ever run from your church? If so, that is how you should understand it. If, for example, I say "snack"... what does that mean for you? Chips? A candy bar? Pieces of fruit? Right, well, for me it means salami, cheese, and maybe crackers. Difficult to explain, exactly. Just, take no offense unless you want to do so. If you do, your problem. As to what all that meant, and such, as I said, do not worry. Not really for you.
Oh, but to be honest? If you don't have a very healthy respectful fear of your church? Either your church or you, or both, are gravely mistaken.
Well, on to waking. Hmm, there is that one kink on the left side, where my shoulder and neck meet. Doing head and neck rolls to work that out while I wake should loosen and dissolve that. For now, it's a guilty little pleasure from back in the day when pain was a sought device for my guilts and pleasures. Later.
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I was up rather late yesterday, all else given. I pushed into early evening, a necessary thing to reset the schedule. And I slept very long. I needed it. I am just about used to medicine again, but the clouds and darkness plus chasing the day itself, along with efforts, are very heavy taxes. All good. Unto each, render the coin of the realm. So it is. Not terribly awake, but not all that sleepy or weary. I like slowly drifting to wakefulness, when I can. But the mind, today, is quite good. Sharp, at least as focus goes.
With the kitchen floor open, I can sweep, and mop, the kitchen and bathroom today. I will also work on the plumbing under the sink. If that works, I will be quite satisfied. If it doesn't work, I may have to make another trip into town. I want that damned thing done. It's been a pox on my home for far too long. I may be doing raking today, as well. It's a bit chill, but that is a good day to work outdoors. As well, I might get the wood pile out back moved to where it can burn, and get that going. And, I do believe, I will finish with the laundry today. That should clear up things well enough to move on to the final kitchen cleaning tomorrow, along with the beginning of the living room cleanup. I doubt if the living room will be finished this week, as I had hoped, but the slow steady progress is good enough to satisfy my intent. It just takes longer, and things come up besides this and that.
I was thinking about one of the songs I played the other day. I understand that some people do not know how to interpret some things. The opening scene, and another scene, appear to point to the Mormon church. And, for the viewer and reader, since many are LDS, that makes perfect sense. But that wasn't the point. That would merely be them thinking I was putting myself in their shoes, rather than the other way around. Hrm, you ask? Well... When I was running, it was from, in part, "church". The vid only makes sense if you think of the runner as being you, and what you consider the term "church" to be. For me, my church is the Catholic church. Even though not raised Catholic, as I started becoming aware of my faith, and called to it, that is what it meant to me. And that is what I ran from. Not your church, or another's church. I understand, it is difficult to interpret a seer, especially when he uses a video not made exactly to his specs. Did you ever run from your church? If so, that is how you should understand it. If, for example, I say "snack"... what does that mean for you? Chips? A candy bar? Pieces of fruit? Right, well, for me it means salami, cheese, and maybe crackers. Difficult to explain, exactly. Just, take no offense unless you want to do so. If you do, your problem. As to what all that meant, and such, as I said, do not worry. Not really for you.
Oh, but to be honest? If you don't have a very healthy respectful fear of your church? Either your church or you, or both, are gravely mistaken.
Well, on to waking. Hmm, there is that one kink on the left side, where my shoulder and neck meet. Doing head and neck rolls to work that out while I wake should loosen and dissolve that. For now, it's a guilty little pleasure from back in the day when pain was a sought device for my guilts and pleasures. Later.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Slogging, but got to some of it.
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With shooting scheduled, I knew I wasn't going to get to my whole list. I didn't want to push. It was a bit rough anyway. I am still fighting for a day schedule, so that was and addition. I folded all of the laundry, but it still has to be put away. And I might through the two pair of pants and one shirt back into the drier with a damp dish towel to get some of the wrinkles out. I also tended most of the boxes. There were more than I thought. I moved what I am keeping to a storage area, and put the ones I will be breaking down on top of the freezer. Empty, they won't be a problem there. Plus, since I like getting into the freezer rather often, there is great incentive to break them down.
The goal tomorrow, first thing when I can work up to doing anything, will be to sweep the now clear floors, then mop. As well, I found the parts I need to repair the sink. I honestly hope this takes care of any and all leaks. I did ask about the planks I want, but the hardware store I was in didn't carry those. They did offer the name of a lumberyard which might carry such. I'll see what I see, I suppose. Then again, the store I was in couldn't plain them, so it is better this way. It is an unusual thing. I may actually have to go with 4x6's, have them plain them, and then glue and/or otherwise connect them so as to make 4x12's. I'm not sure about length. I'll be measuring before I call. I might as well figure out what I want for both under the television and in the bathroom, as I plan on the same type of arrangement for each. Strange, to some, I suppose. But minimalist and yet... to me... architecturally interesting. Plus, then I could add that share wash basin I want. Yeah, yeah, hush.
I'm still a bit on the ropes. Not sure it is medicine now, though. Most likely it is the weather. No sun, or not much, for a while now. Sometimes you just have to slog from one swamp to the next marsh on through a moor, as long as it takes, to finally reach solid ground. It's just the way it goes. I don't mind, really, just saying that is the way it is for now. But it isn't completely stopping me, either. Just a bit of a slow down. One I probably needed anyway. Trying to run a body as if it were young and conditioned is bound to go south from time to time. Still, I keep dancing on my grave with great gusto, at least I think I am. Given the givens. And enjoying. Try it some time. Thought might I suggest you not fill your coffin first. That's the hard way. :)
Later... or good night (night).
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With shooting scheduled, I knew I wasn't going to get to my whole list. I didn't want to push. It was a bit rough anyway. I am still fighting for a day schedule, so that was and addition. I folded all of the laundry, but it still has to be put away. And I might through the two pair of pants and one shirt back into the drier with a damp dish towel to get some of the wrinkles out. I also tended most of the boxes. There were more than I thought. I moved what I am keeping to a storage area, and put the ones I will be breaking down on top of the freezer. Empty, they won't be a problem there. Plus, since I like getting into the freezer rather often, there is great incentive to break them down.
The goal tomorrow, first thing when I can work up to doing anything, will be to sweep the now clear floors, then mop. As well, I found the parts I need to repair the sink. I honestly hope this takes care of any and all leaks. I did ask about the planks I want, but the hardware store I was in didn't carry those. They did offer the name of a lumberyard which might carry such. I'll see what I see, I suppose. Then again, the store I was in couldn't plain them, so it is better this way. It is an unusual thing. I may actually have to go with 4x6's, have them plain them, and then glue and/or otherwise connect them so as to make 4x12's. I'm not sure about length. I'll be measuring before I call. I might as well figure out what I want for both under the television and in the bathroom, as I plan on the same type of arrangement for each. Strange, to some, I suppose. But minimalist and yet... to me... architecturally interesting. Plus, then I could add that share wash basin I want. Yeah, yeah, hush.
I'm still a bit on the ropes. Not sure it is medicine now, though. Most likely it is the weather. No sun, or not much, for a while now. Sometimes you just have to slog from one swamp to the next marsh on through a moor, as long as it takes, to finally reach solid ground. It's just the way it goes. I don't mind, really, just saying that is the way it is for now. But it isn't completely stopping me, either. Just a bit of a slow down. One I probably needed anyway. Trying to run a body as if it were young and conditioned is bound to go south from time to time. Still, I keep dancing on my grave with great gusto, at least I think I am. Given the givens. And enjoying. Try it some time. Thought might I suggest you not fill your coffin first. That's the hard way. :)
Later... or good night (night).
Just about right, with the waffles.
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Another 3/4 cup of milk and the batter was easy enough to scoop and pour into the griddle. I put in a little less than optimal on one side, and yet it was rather good. And the beeps are difficult to hear. Still, they came out quite well. A little practice and this thing will work just fine. I will probably only have waffles a few times a month, but it is a very nice add. I would like, in time, to learn to make pancakes, but that will wait. One thing at a time. With eggs, waffles, yogurts of several sorts, dry grain cereals to add to yogurt, I have a variety for breakfasts. If I can figure out omelets, then pancakes, I'll be pretty set. Add in hot cereals, real whole type grain stuff, for cold weather, and I may start eating a regular meal in the morning. Yes, it does help. Slow burn stuff, that lasts, is the way to go. So, probably next thing, I need to work up some whole grain type recipes for the waffle iron. Not so much whole wheat, but other grains.
Of course, four waffles is seeing me to being stuffed. I'll have to edge my way past that. Then again, two large "cups" of milk played their part. I'll have to sit for a good half hour to hour before I can mess with much. Boxes, first, I believe. Then laundry if that took it out of me. Then sweeping. I don't know if I will get much past that before it is time to take a shower and then head to town. Life is really turning up, even with the local to time irregularities. I am making things happen, doing them, sorting, figuring, working, and playing. No where near what a normal human can do, I suppose. Certainly not even close to what I used to do. But it is much more than I would have though possible even five years ago. Trips, to home tech, to computer tech, to photography, to... all the things I used to do, if not as deeply. It's the more physical aspect of function that still needs attention. But I do have plans for even that in the works.
There is one thing that does annoy me, something I plan to begin researching. In the big bathroom, there is no real place for some things, like the plunger, cleaning materials, and such. Oh, sure, there is a shelving, both deep and thin. And there are drawers. But there is no place for the gunk of maintenance and cleaning. The places that exist will serve, just not correctly to my mind. So I am considering some type of bureau in that bathroom. The sink is on a pedestal, so there is no underneath closed area for these things. It just doesn't suit my sensibilities. Yes, yes, I can suffer through. It's just that, if I don't have to, I won't. And... I don't have to. So... I will begin looking. Something else I realize is that when I install shelving instead of cabinets in the en suite, I will have the same problem. So... I might, when I get to that, shorten the board shelves, or the lower line, so as to be able to put something as such in there. Perhaps putting a hamper on top. Not sure, but something I realize I like and would miss, so it can be a part of the planning rather than an afterthought.
I'll probably game a bit, to try to relieve that overfull sensation. Later.
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Another 3/4 cup of milk and the batter was easy enough to scoop and pour into the griddle. I put in a little less than optimal on one side, and yet it was rather good. And the beeps are difficult to hear. Still, they came out quite well. A little practice and this thing will work just fine. I will probably only have waffles a few times a month, but it is a very nice add. I would like, in time, to learn to make pancakes, but that will wait. One thing at a time. With eggs, waffles, yogurts of several sorts, dry grain cereals to add to yogurt, I have a variety for breakfasts. If I can figure out omelets, then pancakes, I'll be pretty set. Add in hot cereals, real whole type grain stuff, for cold weather, and I may start eating a regular meal in the morning. Yes, it does help. Slow burn stuff, that lasts, is the way to go. So, probably next thing, I need to work up some whole grain type recipes for the waffle iron. Not so much whole wheat, but other grains.
Of course, four waffles is seeing me to being stuffed. I'll have to edge my way past that. Then again, two large "cups" of milk played their part. I'll have to sit for a good half hour to hour before I can mess with much. Boxes, first, I believe. Then laundry if that took it out of me. Then sweeping. I don't know if I will get much past that before it is time to take a shower and then head to town. Life is really turning up, even with the local to time irregularities. I am making things happen, doing them, sorting, figuring, working, and playing. No where near what a normal human can do, I suppose. Certainly not even close to what I used to do. But it is much more than I would have though possible even five years ago. Trips, to home tech, to computer tech, to photography, to... all the things I used to do, if not as deeply. It's the more physical aspect of function that still needs attention. But I do have plans for even that in the works.
There is one thing that does annoy me, something I plan to begin researching. In the big bathroom, there is no real place for some things, like the plunger, cleaning materials, and such. Oh, sure, there is a shelving, both deep and thin. And there are drawers. But there is no place for the gunk of maintenance and cleaning. The places that exist will serve, just not correctly to my mind. So I am considering some type of bureau in that bathroom. The sink is on a pedestal, so there is no underneath closed area for these things. It just doesn't suit my sensibilities. Yes, yes, I can suffer through. It's just that, if I don't have to, I won't. And... I don't have to. So... I will begin looking. Something else I realize is that when I install shelving instead of cabinets in the en suite, I will have the same problem. So... I might, when I get to that, shorten the board shelves, or the lower line, so as to be able to put something as such in there. Perhaps putting a hamper on top. Not sure, but something I realize I like and would miss, so it can be a part of the planning rather than an afterthought.
I'll probably game a bit, to try to relieve that overfull sensation. Later.
Tinkering with sleep, back on medicines.
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I am just not going to lead a perfect life. Ups and downs. Sometimes my fault, sometimes things just happen, sometimes someone else's fault, sometimes nobody's fault, though fault is a very tenuous word in a very serious way. If it is my fault, just how much can always be expected of me, same with other people. Things go wrong, live with it. If you realize things have gone wrong, try, at that point, to correct them. Pick up, carry on, don't worry about the rest. Only if someone does something with intent. If they are faithful people, go to them. Even if they aren't, but you have some notion that they attempt to be rational, go to them. Start there. We all make mistakes. Given a chance, I am amazed at how many people will try to make it right. If all that fails, either cut your losses, or if that is too big of a cookie to chew or the wrong was too severe, then choose to litigate or otherwise seek reparations or some sort of settlement.
I do have to forgive. That includes myself. Sometimes I do get stubborn with regards to medicine, or life in general. My heart hardens, or I forget or otherwise fail. When I can see, and when I have the option to make it right I do. But I must forgive, even myself. How could I forgive another if I did not know how to forgive myself? Actually, that was one of the tricks that was most difficult for me to learn. It starts at home, I knew that, I thought there were other ways. There aren't. And, so, while things did get messy, I have learned to forgive, and forget really too, on some things... unless it's a learning moment.
I have been tinkering with sleep to get back to days. I think I am roughly there. It might take some time to smooth out. It might even fail, and I might have to take off and come back for a better approach. Trying again. But I think it will work this time. I am a bit tired from the attempt, from being off medicines for that bit, and then from working hard. Yet I think I can get back to things fairly quickly.
I did finish the pancake batter this morning, then made a couple of them. While they are okay, I think the recipe was a bit stingy on fluids. I'll add another half cup of milk, then maybe a quarter cup if that isn't enough. The waffles came out just fine, even so, just not fully filling the platter, so not as complete. Just a cosmetic thing, but who doesn't like things to look right? They were tasty. Butter and maple syrup. Fortunately or not, I am slightly allergic to artificial maple syrups, so I must use the real kind. I get a catch in my throat that lasts for hours if I use the mixed stuff... it's, oddly, the same reaction I get from the spice curry. With curry, I used to think it was because they ground it too fine. Now I think my body just doesn't tolerate the stuff. Even in a stew or vegetables, or anything. To be honest, taste wise, I don't think there is much difference between real and mixed syrup. And, yeah, I buy the better syrups, and have tried several brands. So... it's just an expense without much difference in flavor. Hmm... corn syrup is probably cheaper too, and I do like that. Anyway...
I am hoping, today, to do some of that work I have on my list. Finishing laundry, relocating the boxes and perhaps breaking the new boxes down, hitting the floors, finishing the bathroom cleaning... Some or all of that. But today is a shooting day. I am thinking I will take a pistol, and maybe the lever .22. It's been a while. It would be nice to cast lead the easy way. Out, hopefully, to the range by noon, maybe 11:00. An hour there, then lunch, then home. I've been napping in early afternoon to manage my schedule change. Might try to push through, but if I do much here at home, plus go shooting, a nap might be mandatory. Hard to tell.
I did tear into the sink plumbing. What a mess. I think I see what would make it work. Actually I will buy several. I need at least one over pipe locking link. There is one in there, but I need another from the pipe coming down from after the 'y', the single pipe down, and where that connects to the trap. If it doesn't make sense, don't worry, I do know what I need now. Actually, I could have missed it. While it is used on another part of the plumbing, it would have been easy to miss. With that in place, the plumbing should work like a charm. Wouldn't have worked with the old trap though. The diameter of the upper part was too small. Very odd. Yes, perhaps I should try to be in by 10:00 to 10:30, so I can grab that before stopping at my friend's place.
Well, I suppose, I ought to have another cup of coffee, figure out waking, and then get to a few things before it is time to shower and go. Good day (day). Just for you, foam. :p Later.
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I am just not going to lead a perfect life. Ups and downs. Sometimes my fault, sometimes things just happen, sometimes someone else's fault, sometimes nobody's fault, though fault is a very tenuous word in a very serious way. If it is my fault, just how much can always be expected of me, same with other people. Things go wrong, live with it. If you realize things have gone wrong, try, at that point, to correct them. Pick up, carry on, don't worry about the rest. Only if someone does something with intent. If they are faithful people, go to them. Even if they aren't, but you have some notion that they attempt to be rational, go to them. Start there. We all make mistakes. Given a chance, I am amazed at how many people will try to make it right. If all that fails, either cut your losses, or if that is too big of a cookie to chew or the wrong was too severe, then choose to litigate or otherwise seek reparations or some sort of settlement.
I do have to forgive. That includes myself. Sometimes I do get stubborn with regards to medicine, or life in general. My heart hardens, or I forget or otherwise fail. When I can see, and when I have the option to make it right I do. But I must forgive, even myself. How could I forgive another if I did not know how to forgive myself? Actually, that was one of the tricks that was most difficult for me to learn. It starts at home, I knew that, I thought there were other ways. There aren't. And, so, while things did get messy, I have learned to forgive, and forget really too, on some things... unless it's a learning moment.
I have been tinkering with sleep to get back to days. I think I am roughly there. It might take some time to smooth out. It might even fail, and I might have to take off and come back for a better approach. Trying again. But I think it will work this time. I am a bit tired from the attempt, from being off medicines for that bit, and then from working hard. Yet I think I can get back to things fairly quickly.
I did finish the pancake batter this morning, then made a couple of them. While they are okay, I think the recipe was a bit stingy on fluids. I'll add another half cup of milk, then maybe a quarter cup if that isn't enough. The waffles came out just fine, even so, just not fully filling the platter, so not as complete. Just a cosmetic thing, but who doesn't like things to look right? They were tasty. Butter and maple syrup. Fortunately or not, I am slightly allergic to artificial maple syrups, so I must use the real kind. I get a catch in my throat that lasts for hours if I use the mixed stuff... it's, oddly, the same reaction I get from the spice curry. With curry, I used to think it was because they ground it too fine. Now I think my body just doesn't tolerate the stuff. Even in a stew or vegetables, or anything. To be honest, taste wise, I don't think there is much difference between real and mixed syrup. And, yeah, I buy the better syrups, and have tried several brands. So... it's just an expense without much difference in flavor. Hmm... corn syrup is probably cheaper too, and I do like that. Anyway...
I am hoping, today, to do some of that work I have on my list. Finishing laundry, relocating the boxes and perhaps breaking the new boxes down, hitting the floors, finishing the bathroom cleaning... Some or all of that. But today is a shooting day. I am thinking I will take a pistol, and maybe the lever .22. It's been a while. It would be nice to cast lead the easy way. Out, hopefully, to the range by noon, maybe 11:00. An hour there, then lunch, then home. I've been napping in early afternoon to manage my schedule change. Might try to push through, but if I do much here at home, plus go shooting, a nap might be mandatory. Hard to tell.
I did tear into the sink plumbing. What a mess. I think I see what would make it work. Actually I will buy several. I need at least one over pipe locking link. There is one in there, but I need another from the pipe coming down from after the 'y', the single pipe down, and where that connects to the trap. If it doesn't make sense, don't worry, I do know what I need now. Actually, I could have missed it. While it is used on another part of the plumbing, it would have been easy to miss. With that in place, the plumbing should work like a charm. Wouldn't have worked with the old trap though. The diameter of the upper part was too small. Very odd. Yes, perhaps I should try to be in by 10:00 to 10:30, so I can grab that before stopping at my friend's place.
Well, I suppose, I ought to have another cup of coffee, figure out waking, and then get to a few things before it is time to shower and go. Good day (day). Just for you, foam. :p Later.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Rain check.
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I could see that it was cloudy. I suspected rain. I just couldn't drag myself over to check. My friend called and said tomorrow might be the better day. Good enough. I am still feeling like fresh squeezed oranges. Sometimes, after a short medicine stoppage, getting back to them isn't difficult. In this case it is, but mildly. It's the organs, they do feel slightly bruised. Kidneys, liver, and somethings else I can't quite be sure of. I've definitely had worse. I have also had better. I should be doing better tomorrow. At least the mind is in good condition. The body is a bit sore and achy. It almost feels like I was in a solid fight, with good give or take, and mostly just body shots, say... two or even three days ago. At least back when I still felt pain after fights. If you fight enough, you harden.
I don't know how much I will get to today. I did put the trap parts together, but haven't installed it yet. I may need to make adjustments, assuming it will fit. I just hate tearing into it only to have it fail. Then again, today would be the perfect day to do that, since I am going to town tomorrow or soon. Best know if I need anything so that I won't have to wait or make another trip just for that. Then again, any time I go to town, it is almost never for a solo shopping or business trip. I always try to load as much into the trip as possible. Efficiency.
I might get some, or all, of that list I had. I'll probably start with boxes, then laundry since I can fold sitting. I did get the trash and recycling out today, plus changed out part of the cat litter. I also already had a bite to eat. Which reminds me, with butter, I could mix up a batch of waffle batter. I just don't have anything really easy to... hmm... maybe those plastic bowls will do just fine. I can dip out of that. I can even mix in it, perhaps. I sometimes forget, or don't think, how things can be used. I suppose I was distracted by the notion of a special pour container, thinking of using it also as a pancake batter hopper. And that may happen. But it isn't necessary for waffle mixes. Crossed wires, I suppose. I really want to try a waffle or two, soon. Just... because. Those are sort of special to me.
I will try to remember to order a quarter of a beef, and maybe an extra ribeye roast, if they will cut it to the extra thickness I prefer. Their checksheet only allows a 1" thickness. I prefer half to be 1 1/4", half to be 1 1/2". I AM eating for two. Literally. Oh, and if they offer meaty enough beef ribs, I would like some of those. I feel like I'm in the Flintstones when eating those, but truly love the flavor. At about next Friday, I suspect. That way the meat arrives right around payday. Can afford, I just like to split out larger costs. After that, I really need to review my finances and consider a wheat grinder, probably with it's own rolling kitchen cabinet.
Oh, for the kitchen, I realize now why so many of my aunts had television in the kitchen. Cooking is fine, but it can get a bit boring. Those minutes you need to be in the kitchen, but nothing is happening. Counting down four minutes, then three, and sets of them. Running in and out of the living room is just a hassle. I'm trying to figure out how to run a small set out there, perhaps mount it on one of the walls, or even ceiling with the right drop-down hinged device. Just something to listen to while doing the mundane... and maybe a radio. Cooking is fun, though sometimes time tedious. I don't exactly need a 60", curved, 3D, 4k out there... just a stock 32", maybe 36". More for the noise, perhaps with a dvd/bluray player? Something. Gosh, I'm becoming my mom! :p Need to find a wife, for sure, now. Then again, even so, I will cook from time to time, and probably have to teach her how to feed a nephilim. Meat, meat, meat, with a side of meat, and maybe something dripping with meat juice. Oh, and meat. Green, red, orange, yellow, and other colored stuff, left in proximity, might also be consumed in the feeding frenzy, but that is mostly accidental, or incidental. I'm never sure.
Later.
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I could see that it was cloudy. I suspected rain. I just couldn't drag myself over to check. My friend called and said tomorrow might be the better day. Good enough. I am still feeling like fresh squeezed oranges. Sometimes, after a short medicine stoppage, getting back to them isn't difficult. In this case it is, but mildly. It's the organs, they do feel slightly bruised. Kidneys, liver, and somethings else I can't quite be sure of. I've definitely had worse. I have also had better. I should be doing better tomorrow. At least the mind is in good condition. The body is a bit sore and achy. It almost feels like I was in a solid fight, with good give or take, and mostly just body shots, say... two or even three days ago. At least back when I still felt pain after fights. If you fight enough, you harden.
I don't know how much I will get to today. I did put the trap parts together, but haven't installed it yet. I may need to make adjustments, assuming it will fit. I just hate tearing into it only to have it fail. Then again, today would be the perfect day to do that, since I am going to town tomorrow or soon. Best know if I need anything so that I won't have to wait or make another trip just for that. Then again, any time I go to town, it is almost never for a solo shopping or business trip. I always try to load as much into the trip as possible. Efficiency.
I might get some, or all, of that list I had. I'll probably start with boxes, then laundry since I can fold sitting. I did get the trash and recycling out today, plus changed out part of the cat litter. I also already had a bite to eat. Which reminds me, with butter, I could mix up a batch of waffle batter. I just don't have anything really easy to... hmm... maybe those plastic bowls will do just fine. I can dip out of that. I can even mix in it, perhaps. I sometimes forget, or don't think, how things can be used. I suppose I was distracted by the notion of a special pour container, thinking of using it also as a pancake batter hopper. And that may happen. But it isn't necessary for waffle mixes. Crossed wires, I suppose. I really want to try a waffle or two, soon. Just... because. Those are sort of special to me.
I will try to remember to order a quarter of a beef, and maybe an extra ribeye roast, if they will cut it to the extra thickness I prefer. Their checksheet only allows a 1" thickness. I prefer half to be 1 1/4", half to be 1 1/2". I AM eating for two. Literally. Oh, and if they offer meaty enough beef ribs, I would like some of those. I feel like I'm in the Flintstones when eating those, but truly love the flavor. At about next Friday, I suspect. That way the meat arrives right around payday. Can afford, I just like to split out larger costs. After that, I really need to review my finances and consider a wheat grinder, probably with it's own rolling kitchen cabinet.
Oh, for the kitchen, I realize now why so many of my aunts had television in the kitchen. Cooking is fine, but it can get a bit boring. Those minutes you need to be in the kitchen, but nothing is happening. Counting down four minutes, then three, and sets of them. Running in and out of the living room is just a hassle. I'm trying to figure out how to run a small set out there, perhaps mount it on one of the walls, or even ceiling with the right drop-down hinged device. Just something to listen to while doing the mundane... and maybe a radio. Cooking is fun, though sometimes time tedious. I don't exactly need a 60", curved, 3D, 4k out there... just a stock 32", maybe 36". More for the noise, perhaps with a dvd/bluray player? Something. Gosh, I'm becoming my mom! :p Need to find a wife, for sure, now. Then again, even so, I will cook from time to time, and probably have to teach her how to feed a nephilim. Meat, meat, meat, with a side of meat, and maybe something dripping with meat juice. Oh, and meat. Green, red, orange, yellow, and other colored stuff, left in proximity, might also be consumed in the feeding frenzy, but that is mostly accidental, or incidental. I'm never sure.
Later.
Why run.
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At first because there was no choice. Every instinct, every fiber of muscle, all my knowledge, and every piece of wisdom I could lay my hands upon, demanded it. From what? To where? Absolutely did not matter, the only sense was to be not here. Everywhere was here. Move! Run! Go! There was preferable, as quickly as possible. No one believes. I don't believe. Not then. Even now I am only scraping of some of the necessary disbelief from that time, at times, for times, to see what lies beneath those bandages, scabs, holes.
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At first because there was no choice. Every instinct, every fiber of muscle, all my knowledge, and every piece of wisdom I could lay my hands upon, demanded it. From what? To where? Absolutely did not matter, the only sense was to be not here. Everywhere was here. Move! Run! Go! There was preferable, as quickly as possible. No one believes. I don't believe. Not then. Even now I am only scraping of some of the necessary disbelief from that time, at times, for times, to see what lies beneath those bandages, scabs, holes.
More rest was needed than thought.
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It wasn't just the work load. Actually, I don't believe that was even a part of it. Well, not the part that took me two notches below where I thought I would be... or more. I saw that I had done much and planned to back off a bit. But that wasn't enough. The real problem came in that, for a number of days, I had missed my medicine. It's odd, but if medicine looks to be going off line, for whatever reason, one side of my mind plans for that, then whatever happens, creates that scenario. My subconscious mind is quite potent. It can and does create minor forms of reality. If I gear it to make it so, it will override my body, my mind, and whatever it must. How do you think I ended up here, or at Burning Man, or... so many other things, right over a mostly dead body? Doesn't always work, but it is a real force.
Then again, not all the medicine was in. A part of not taking medicine was a fear that taking parts of it would create a different set of problems, perhaps much worse problems. On some things, I am greatly fearful. I don't mind pains I am used to, I don't like the potential for new excruciating forms of pain and will avoid if I can. Just the grain of doubt, mixed in with the subconscious expectation and readiness which set things up, led to missing medicines for a while. It just did. I was half aware, and I do mean half, that this was happening, but didn't have a good way of... manipulating the situation. Some parts of myself are complicated for my conscious mind to alter. Think of learning to use robotic arms. Even when you get good at it, and in some areas if not this one, I am... it still feels unnatural. As such I ended up off medicine.
Disturbances of mind, body, spirit, expectations, and such, in my shadow form of life, have very odd consequences. So it was. I did go back on medication yesterday, but the fallout is a minor dip. I don't know how long it will last. I will do what I can. I think I can dig out. But this drop of medication hurts. Not too terribly, but in a way other drops haven't hurt. I will pick up on my last list of chores, finishing the laundry, arranging boxes, sweeping and maybe mopping the kitchen and bathroom, perhaps mopping those areas, and more cleanup in the kitchen. Oh... after looking high and low for a microwave stand that would handle my larger microwave, the food processor, and the waffle iron, with a drawer and extra space being available, I saw what I needed and pulled the trigger. I have hated having the microwave take so much space. And I wanted the big and little food processor, and waffle iron, to be off the counters but don't really have another convenient space. So... Look. You have to do what you have to do. Spending money just has to happen.
Oh, right. My friend wanted to go shooting yesterday. There was no way I could get out when he called. Today, however, I told him I would do so. Not sure I will shoot. If .22 ammunition was in stock, I would. But I'm not feeling up to a lot of shooting. Too tired for that. Oh, I could shoot. But shooting actually does wear you out. It's sort of amazing how it can do that. Still, I promised. So, if I want to get things done, I should probably do them this morning. I'll start with laundry, just a little folding and putting up... then hit the boxes which opens up for sweeping, and mopping potentially. Uhrm, after I wake up.
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Strange dream last night. I was visiting a friendly family, roughly based on one I do know. As it turns out, they were headed to a fireworks display, celebration of some sort. I wasn't going to go. One of their sons was messing around at their home, which I was visiting. I was in their garage for something or other, doing some electrical work I think. As they were leaving, a troubled old friend showed up. She must have been a doll when younger, and for her age wasn't bad looking. However, her drinking habits had gone over the edge. The family left, but she stayed to sleep it off in her car, which she parked in the garage in which I was working.
I spoke with her a bit, as I was working, or when taking a brief break. She seemed pleasant, but there was something dark about her. I knew she was going to end up getting one of my pet family's members killed. It wasn't going to be a direct murder, mind you. Just, this leading to that leading to death. I saw it absolutely clearly, and knew it was true. I kept working, not knowing what to do. As I finished, she was passed out in her vehicle. The son who had been in the home had headed to the event, so it was just her and me. I arranged for an electrical failure, ensuring it would light a blaze, then left. She died in the resultant fire.
I was picked up, later, for questioning. I admitted nothing, only that, yes, I indeed had met the woman. That yes, I was there shortly before the fire, working in the garage. As the questions became a bit much, I told them I would say no more without a lawyer, so either arrest me or let me go. I was placed under arrest. I did speak with a lawyer, but gave him no clues as to the truth, only suggesting that heart problems would make some things difficult, but that the process might kill me. I don't know how it ended up. I won't say what I did was good, or right, or if the reason was as true as I thought. I just don't know. Oddball dream, to be sure.
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Well... on to waking up, and then to what of my list I can get done before a shower then heading out. Later.
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It wasn't just the work load. Actually, I don't believe that was even a part of it. Well, not the part that took me two notches below where I thought I would be... or more. I saw that I had done much and planned to back off a bit. But that wasn't enough. The real problem came in that, for a number of days, I had missed my medicine. It's odd, but if medicine looks to be going off line, for whatever reason, one side of my mind plans for that, then whatever happens, creates that scenario. My subconscious mind is quite potent. It can and does create minor forms of reality. If I gear it to make it so, it will override my body, my mind, and whatever it must. How do you think I ended up here, or at Burning Man, or... so many other things, right over a mostly dead body? Doesn't always work, but it is a real force.
Then again, not all the medicine was in. A part of not taking medicine was a fear that taking parts of it would create a different set of problems, perhaps much worse problems. On some things, I am greatly fearful. I don't mind pains I am used to, I don't like the potential for new excruciating forms of pain and will avoid if I can. Just the grain of doubt, mixed in with the subconscious expectation and readiness which set things up, led to missing medicines for a while. It just did. I was half aware, and I do mean half, that this was happening, but didn't have a good way of... manipulating the situation. Some parts of myself are complicated for my conscious mind to alter. Think of learning to use robotic arms. Even when you get good at it, and in some areas if not this one, I am... it still feels unnatural. As such I ended up off medicine.
Disturbances of mind, body, spirit, expectations, and such, in my shadow form of life, have very odd consequences. So it was. I did go back on medication yesterday, but the fallout is a minor dip. I don't know how long it will last. I will do what I can. I think I can dig out. But this drop of medication hurts. Not too terribly, but in a way other drops haven't hurt. I will pick up on my last list of chores, finishing the laundry, arranging boxes, sweeping and maybe mopping the kitchen and bathroom, perhaps mopping those areas, and more cleanup in the kitchen. Oh... after looking high and low for a microwave stand that would handle my larger microwave, the food processor, and the waffle iron, with a drawer and extra space being available, I saw what I needed and pulled the trigger. I have hated having the microwave take so much space. And I wanted the big and little food processor, and waffle iron, to be off the counters but don't really have another convenient space. So... Look. You have to do what you have to do. Spending money just has to happen.
Oh, right. My friend wanted to go shooting yesterday. There was no way I could get out when he called. Today, however, I told him I would do so. Not sure I will shoot. If .22 ammunition was in stock, I would. But I'm not feeling up to a lot of shooting. Too tired for that. Oh, I could shoot. But shooting actually does wear you out. It's sort of amazing how it can do that. Still, I promised. So, if I want to get things done, I should probably do them this morning. I'll start with laundry, just a little folding and putting up... then hit the boxes which opens up for sweeping, and mopping potentially. Uhrm, after I wake up.
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Strange dream last night. I was visiting a friendly family, roughly based on one I do know. As it turns out, they were headed to a fireworks display, celebration of some sort. I wasn't going to go. One of their sons was messing around at their home, which I was visiting. I was in their garage for something or other, doing some electrical work I think. As they were leaving, a troubled old friend showed up. She must have been a doll when younger, and for her age wasn't bad looking. However, her drinking habits had gone over the edge. The family left, but she stayed to sleep it off in her car, which she parked in the garage in which I was working.
I spoke with her a bit, as I was working, or when taking a brief break. She seemed pleasant, but there was something dark about her. I knew she was going to end up getting one of my pet family's members killed. It wasn't going to be a direct murder, mind you. Just, this leading to that leading to death. I saw it absolutely clearly, and knew it was true. I kept working, not knowing what to do. As I finished, she was passed out in her vehicle. The son who had been in the home had headed to the event, so it was just her and me. I arranged for an electrical failure, ensuring it would light a blaze, then left. She died in the resultant fire.
I was picked up, later, for questioning. I admitted nothing, only that, yes, I indeed had met the woman. That yes, I was there shortly before the fire, working in the garage. As the questions became a bit much, I told them I would say no more without a lawyer, so either arrest me or let me go. I was placed under arrest. I did speak with a lawyer, but gave him no clues as to the truth, only suggesting that heart problems would make some things difficult, but that the process might kill me. I don't know how it ended up. I won't say what I did was good, or right, or if the reason was as true as I thought. I just don't know. Oddball dream, to be sure.
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Well... on to waking up, and then to what of my list I can get done before a shower then heading out. Later.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
I shouldn't go looking.
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Oh, I know better. I do. When I see something that fits, then see another part to it, I both know better and can't resist. Something that hurts, a part that might fit or could just be wrong... not sure which is worse. Actually, if they fit together and fit whole... that's the worst. Shouldn't go looking. Shouldn't scratch wounds either. Odd how no matter how old some wounds, they still itch, and hurt. It may depend on how deep, severe, complicated, the wound.
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Oh, I know better. I do. When I see something that fits, then see another part to it, I both know better and can't resist. Something that hurts, a part that might fit or could just be wrong... not sure which is worse. Actually, if they fit together and fit whole... that's the worst. Shouldn't go looking. Shouldn't scratch wounds either. Odd how no matter how old some wounds, they still itch, and hurt. It may depend on how deep, severe, complicated, the wound.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Another seemingly good day.
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Something about something. Not quite awake yet. I'll get there, and well. I am sure of it. Sleep was good, no disturbances of sleep though that didn't seem to matter. They say it does, somewhere underneath... disruptions of sleep is supposed to be really bad for you, at least for extended periods. But then, when have I have believed or listened to them. Further, whatever they say, it doesn't matter much. If you have to wake, you have to wake. So even if true, it matters little. I just go by how I feel and do. If that chalks up to an okay score, I don't worry too much about what they say. Damned talking heads!
Yes, even when I roll out of the bunk I am already looking for a tussle. Well, then again, how the hell do you think I got out of bed in the first place? *grins* I do wake fast, sharp, and I pop. I never just leisurely climb out of bed. Even when it appears that is happening, on those rare occasions, it is because I have brutally abused my body, pushing it far beyond it's abilities, or I have given it far too little sleep or am forcing it to wake in the middle of my bodies greatest need for sleep or from the deepest slumber. Given the givens, I pop awake. The pop, however, stops there. Oh, I could wrestle an alligator, go for a sprint, or something else foolish. But, given my druthers, I will drag my sword behind me, use as little brainpower and strength as possible, until... it's time... for whatever. It is, decidedly, not time for whatever. It will get there on this day.
Boxes, sweeping, mopping, more kitchen cleanup, and the final bits to finishing the bathroom. Oh, and the laundry. I won't plan much more. I'm not absolutely certain of these things. But that is the plan. If I end up with more time and energy, I will look for chores that don't cost too much of any of my resources. I am still, sort of, on rest day. Oh, and it is Sunday. I wish I could take the day off, but while on a roll, I can't. I do hold Sunday as holy, but God knows I have to work when I can. It could all fall apart tomorrow. And I have much to do.
The work I do isn't just about getting specific things done. Not solely. While it is nice to have my cave clean, true enough, doing these things is a start. It is where, and how, I can start. The goal is to use these things to sharpen my body and mind, to create access within my home to doing other things. This is me working out at the rate I am able, doing what I can, and doing good work. It is the start, not the end goal. If I can balance the domestic surf board, then I can begin going further into life. There is no use to trying to negotiate the world without having a functioning home. It's a bit of a trap, for bachelors. You can get lost in your home. But given that I am lost to my home by health, for the most part, for now, that isn't too much of a risk for me. But, if I can handle this, perhaps I can find a way out. Priorities, direction, function, and form, all wrapped into the simple acts of developing a systematic living situation where I live and sleep. Yes, health indeed is returning.
More coffee! Oh... one thing I did this morning was look up some information regarding some of the things I am planning with tools, and the shop. I need to sharpen some of my tools, including, perhaps, the chainsaw blade, shovels, an axe or two, and perhaps a few other things. After grinding rust off a few of them. I have never sharpened anything but knives... well... and straight razors... which reminds me... I'll get back to the straight razors after the kitchen is finished, at least. Anyway, I had no idea how to sharpen these things. Wait, I do have ideas, but not exact enough notions. So I went looking. I'll add some things to my list... honing puck, brush, bastard file, soft teeth for my vice, and find out which size file my saw takes, and then, as I eventually begin managing tools, I will be ready. Still, if you have those chores to do, or want to know how some suggest how to do them, here are a few videos.
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Something about something. Not quite awake yet. I'll get there, and well. I am sure of it. Sleep was good, no disturbances of sleep though that didn't seem to matter. They say it does, somewhere underneath... disruptions of sleep is supposed to be really bad for you, at least for extended periods. But then, when have I have believed or listened to them. Further, whatever they say, it doesn't matter much. If you have to wake, you have to wake. So even if true, it matters little. I just go by how I feel and do. If that chalks up to an okay score, I don't worry too much about what they say. Damned talking heads!
Yes, even when I roll out of the bunk I am already looking for a tussle. Well, then again, how the hell do you think I got out of bed in the first place? *grins* I do wake fast, sharp, and I pop. I never just leisurely climb out of bed. Even when it appears that is happening, on those rare occasions, it is because I have brutally abused my body, pushing it far beyond it's abilities, or I have given it far too little sleep or am forcing it to wake in the middle of my bodies greatest need for sleep or from the deepest slumber. Given the givens, I pop awake. The pop, however, stops there. Oh, I could wrestle an alligator, go for a sprint, or something else foolish. But, given my druthers, I will drag my sword behind me, use as little brainpower and strength as possible, until... it's time... for whatever. It is, decidedly, not time for whatever. It will get there on this day.
Boxes, sweeping, mopping, more kitchen cleanup, and the final bits to finishing the bathroom. Oh, and the laundry. I won't plan much more. I'm not absolutely certain of these things. But that is the plan. If I end up with more time and energy, I will look for chores that don't cost too much of any of my resources. I am still, sort of, on rest day. Oh, and it is Sunday. I wish I could take the day off, but while on a roll, I can't. I do hold Sunday as holy, but God knows I have to work when I can. It could all fall apart tomorrow. And I have much to do.
The work I do isn't just about getting specific things done. Not solely. While it is nice to have my cave clean, true enough, doing these things is a start. It is where, and how, I can start. The goal is to use these things to sharpen my body and mind, to create access within my home to doing other things. This is me working out at the rate I am able, doing what I can, and doing good work. It is the start, not the end goal. If I can balance the domestic surf board, then I can begin going further into life. There is no use to trying to negotiate the world without having a functioning home. It's a bit of a trap, for bachelors. You can get lost in your home. But given that I am lost to my home by health, for the most part, for now, that isn't too much of a risk for me. But, if I can handle this, perhaps I can find a way out. Priorities, direction, function, and form, all wrapped into the simple acts of developing a systematic living situation where I live and sleep. Yes, health indeed is returning.
More coffee! Oh... one thing I did this morning was look up some information regarding some of the things I am planning with tools, and the shop. I need to sharpen some of my tools, including, perhaps, the chainsaw blade, shovels, an axe or two, and perhaps a few other things. After grinding rust off a few of them. I have never sharpened anything but knives... well... and straight razors... which reminds me... I'll get back to the straight razors after the kitchen is finished, at least. Anyway, I had no idea how to sharpen these things. Wait, I do have ideas, but not exact enough notions. So I went looking. I'll add some things to my list... honing puck, brush, bastard file, soft teeth for my vice, and find out which size file my saw takes, and then, as I eventually begin managing tools, I will be ready. Still, if you have those chores to do, or want to know how some suggest how to do them, here are a few videos.
Oh, well, I did what I could.
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The last of the laundry remains. I ran out of gas but kept going. Awake into the afternoon, but no more. It is enough. Bedtime.
I am still in wonder at how much has been done, that the plan is going as well as could be expected and more. I am staying on track, pushing my day around, yet taking care of food needs and holding back from overexerting. Limits. They are real, if they can easily creep up and fell me. For today, enough.
Tomorrow? Finishing the laundry, tending the boxes, and at least sweeping the the kitchen and bathroom. I will most likely mop while I am at it. If those things are done, and I still have energy, I will begin sorting out the living room. Putting things together, putting things away, throwing things away. Perhaps vacuuming if I need a physical break from organization chores. Those are the most difficult for me. That is as much as I could hope, probably more than I can do. I am going to keep it on the lighter side again tomorrow. I will reevaluate my condition after that, and make plans from there.
Oh, I need to make a call or three. There is a charity breakfast coming up, and I suggested I would try to help. A meeting soon, too. I need to nail some information down and then integrate that into my plans. It's a bit risky. While I have opened up my life, that has mostly been here at home. Mostly. The outside world is sort of a stranger. I will have to reacquaint slowly. Too many people, too much activity, too much of a physical push, and I will fall. As I suggested to another, the more I have been able to do in health, the more I do, which has kept me from other, outside, things. Perhaps it is time to change that. Just once in a while, but... it's good to get out, with people, and do good things.
Good night (day).
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The last of the laundry remains. I ran out of gas but kept going. Awake into the afternoon, but no more. It is enough. Bedtime.
I am still in wonder at how much has been done, that the plan is going as well as could be expected and more. I am staying on track, pushing my day around, yet taking care of food needs and holding back from overexerting. Limits. They are real, if they can easily creep up and fell me. For today, enough.
Tomorrow? Finishing the laundry, tending the boxes, and at least sweeping the the kitchen and bathroom. I will most likely mop while I am at it. If those things are done, and I still have energy, I will begin sorting out the living room. Putting things together, putting things away, throwing things away. Perhaps vacuuming if I need a physical break from organization chores. Those are the most difficult for me. That is as much as I could hope, probably more than I can do. I am going to keep it on the lighter side again tomorrow. I will reevaluate my condition after that, and make plans from there.
Oh, I need to make a call or three. There is a charity breakfast coming up, and I suggested I would try to help. A meeting soon, too. I need to nail some information down and then integrate that into my plans. It's a bit risky. While I have opened up my life, that has mostly been here at home. Mostly. The outside world is sort of a stranger. I will have to reacquaint slowly. Too many people, too much activity, too much of a physical push, and I will fall. As I suggested to another, the more I have been able to do in health, the more I do, which has kept me from other, outside, things. Perhaps it is time to change that. Just once in a while, but... it's good to get out, with people, and do good things.
Good night (day).
Very good.
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It did take the normal amount of time to wake. As I may have suggested, I was feeling pretty good. The arm pain was gone, no other complaints existed, the mind was just a bit foggy though reasonably considering the very long day yesterday, and work I have been doing. Still, with what I have done I wasn't sure how well I would be able to function. Very well, as it turns out.
I have almost finished the list I had arranged for the night. The last load of laundry is in the drier. One set of dishes has to be washed again, then rinsed. The other needed a fresh hot rinse. Dishes dry so much better if they are coming out of hot water. The new coffee pot was cleaned and pressed into service. I have decided, because the coffee maker I had in backup was so terrible, that I would just toss it. It doesn't pour, it leaks... everywhere, when you try to fill a cup. The body of the old coffee maker will be saved, for now. The base makes a decent warming plate, better with a little tinkering. Why a warming plate? To heat certain types of things I don't want to heat in the house, definitely not on the stove. There are many such things, if I get into the shop more fully.
I may yet do more light cleaning in the kitchen, arrange boxes and break a few more down. Perhaps I will sweep, everything, again, as space is opened by dealing with the boxes. But I won't mop, not tonight. I won't do anything heavy. I realize I am pushing things. And while it feels good, moderation is best right about now. I hate killing enthusiasm when it exists, but experience is a harsh teacher. I'll proceed, from this point, with some caution. I just won't completely stop, either.
My home is coming together. It is clearly showing signs of life. I don't know if I can quite get it all. I certainly can't keep it all up. But if I can dig in, several more layers, down to clean, I can sort things a bit more easily from time to time. Having a clean kempt cave is very good for the mind. I'm working on it, and well. Another week and I will reassess where to go and what to do. If this keeps up, I should have the kitchen squared and the living room straightened by the end of next week. Down to the clean.
I have been looking for a microwave cart. For bigger microwaves, this can be a bit difficult. It will also be used to hold some rather large items, allowing me a ton more counter space. If I can find one. As well, I am looking over computer desks. Something small, for a corner. Plus perhaps some small shelving. I purchased a wheeled computer case, so as to have it out of the way, but be able to pull it out a little more easily to connect or disconnect things as I wish. I have security software, for up to three machines, I need to get installed. So many things, so little time. It's good to be busy.
Oh, I think I'll cook corned beef tonight. I didn't remember cabbage, but carrots and red potatoes made it to the cart. I don't need cabbage every time. Hmm... but I do have sauerkraut... That would work. I also bought enough potatoes to work with a couple of cooking projects I have been meaning to do. For one, making McDonald french fries, at home. When the tallow gets here, or before really, I will try to find what they used to use as a fat mix, probably tallow and peanut oil but I'll check. The other thing I want to experiment with is making hash browns, enough to freeze a goodly portion to have on hand. At $2.69 per #10, even after peeling, that is a lot cheaper than even a packet of store bought hash browns, ready to go. That might even be less than one helping of fries. I will do them in small batches, several smaller batches for each recipe just to be sure, and use the scientific method... for as well as that does with food, tastes. Tastes can be so fickle. What is like today is not enjoyed tomorrow.
It is coming together amazingly. The spring-like weather is probably helping, though I won't swear to it. It might just be 'the time'. I'll take it and keep going with it for as long as I can. I hope to push into day again, though I don't know if I will make it as late as yesterday. I sure slept well, when the cats, my bladder, or (I think) the doorbell, weren't interrupting sleep. Actually, considering all that, I slept better than I have in some time. All good. On to... something... Hmm... gaming, for a bit. The laundry should be ready in an hour. When it is done, folded, and all, I will put that up with this other batch. Very good. Later.
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It did take the normal amount of time to wake. As I may have suggested, I was feeling pretty good. The arm pain was gone, no other complaints existed, the mind was just a bit foggy though reasonably considering the very long day yesterday, and work I have been doing. Still, with what I have done I wasn't sure how well I would be able to function. Very well, as it turns out.
I have almost finished the list I had arranged for the night. The last load of laundry is in the drier. One set of dishes has to be washed again, then rinsed. The other needed a fresh hot rinse. Dishes dry so much better if they are coming out of hot water. The new coffee pot was cleaned and pressed into service. I have decided, because the coffee maker I had in backup was so terrible, that I would just toss it. It doesn't pour, it leaks... everywhere, when you try to fill a cup. The body of the old coffee maker will be saved, for now. The base makes a decent warming plate, better with a little tinkering. Why a warming plate? To heat certain types of things I don't want to heat in the house, definitely not on the stove. There are many such things, if I get into the shop more fully.
I may yet do more light cleaning in the kitchen, arrange boxes and break a few more down. Perhaps I will sweep, everything, again, as space is opened by dealing with the boxes. But I won't mop, not tonight. I won't do anything heavy. I realize I am pushing things. And while it feels good, moderation is best right about now. I hate killing enthusiasm when it exists, but experience is a harsh teacher. I'll proceed, from this point, with some caution. I just won't completely stop, either.
My home is coming together. It is clearly showing signs of life. I don't know if I can quite get it all. I certainly can't keep it all up. But if I can dig in, several more layers, down to clean, I can sort things a bit more easily from time to time. Having a clean kempt cave is very good for the mind. I'm working on it, and well. Another week and I will reassess where to go and what to do. If this keeps up, I should have the kitchen squared and the living room straightened by the end of next week. Down to the clean.
I have been looking for a microwave cart. For bigger microwaves, this can be a bit difficult. It will also be used to hold some rather large items, allowing me a ton more counter space. If I can find one. As well, I am looking over computer desks. Something small, for a corner. Plus perhaps some small shelving. I purchased a wheeled computer case, so as to have it out of the way, but be able to pull it out a little more easily to connect or disconnect things as I wish. I have security software, for up to three machines, I need to get installed. So many things, so little time. It's good to be busy.
Oh, I think I'll cook corned beef tonight. I didn't remember cabbage, but carrots and red potatoes made it to the cart. I don't need cabbage every time. Hmm... but I do have sauerkraut... That would work. I also bought enough potatoes to work with a couple of cooking projects I have been meaning to do. For one, making McDonald french fries, at home. When the tallow gets here, or before really, I will try to find what they used to use as a fat mix, probably tallow and peanut oil but I'll check. The other thing I want to experiment with is making hash browns, enough to freeze a goodly portion to have on hand. At $2.69 per #10, even after peeling, that is a lot cheaper than even a packet of store bought hash browns, ready to go. That might even be less than one helping of fries. I will do them in small batches, several smaller batches for each recipe just to be sure, and use the scientific method... for as well as that does with food, tastes. Tastes can be so fickle. What is like today is not enjoyed tomorrow.
It is coming together amazingly. The spring-like weather is probably helping, though I won't swear to it. It might just be 'the time'. I'll take it and keep going with it for as long as I can. I hope to push into day again, though I don't know if I will make it as late as yesterday. I sure slept well, when the cats, my bladder, or (I think) the doorbell, weren't interrupting sleep. Actually, considering all that, I slept better than I have in some time. All good. On to... something... Hmm... gaming, for a bit. The laundry should be ready in an hour. When it is done, folded, and all, I will put that up with this other batch. Very good. Later.
Friday, February 6, 2015
I went in heavy, the load was off balance, and I hit hard.
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Sleep felt heavy, and hard to... negotiate? Like a ship in which some of the rudder control has been shot out, so that all that remains is heavy hard manipulations, sluggish as they are, and imprecise too. Why sleep should have a feel is anyone's guess, but that is the way of the sleep I just went through. On top of that, it sounded like someone came to my door and rang my doorbell to beat the band. Though, in some sorts of sleep, if I hear something, it can reverberate in my mind. A moment lived over and over in a sort of dream echo. It finally rousted me enough to wake and check. I was so hot I had the fan going for the first time this year. 60? Seriously? That's cruel to us a bear-kin ogres. Well, if someone had been there, they were gone. Then my bladder was pushing me out of bed. In the scant six hours of sleep I was able to manage, I was up three times. Highly unusual for me.
As well, I had a dream. I was driving in the mountains when an oncoming vehicle swerved into my lane. The driver looked up just quickly enough to see the problem. He over-corrected and went off a minor cliff. He was in really bad shape. In and out, up and down, death was just right near. Yeah, I went to the hospital to check on him, say a few prayers, and such. When, through interventions, surgeries, and such, he finally pulled through, I had thought to leave. However, through happenstance, he found out that I was there, and called to me through the staff. And so a minor friendship started. I checked on him every few days. He had been heading up to fly fish for the first time. Among other things, he lost is fly fishing rod through breakage.
As it came time for him to be discharged, I brought him a new fly fishing rig. Exactly what he had, save for a slightly better rod and a more secure case... though there are limits to any case. I made him fight for one piece of the gear. From conversations, he knew I didn't fly fish. But in his presence, I had taken one piece of the gear, suggesting I could use it. A nice little piece, can't remember what it was. But he begged, and hollered, and whined, and accused, to my great pleasure. Finally I handed it over, suggesting I hadn't wanted it anyway. Then I just told him I wanted him to earn some of it.
He had wanted to continue being friends, but I told him that was ill advised. I told him that, as far as the world is concerned, I am closer to death than he was at any point in his treatment. While I suspect I will live longer than some of my middle aged docs, that isn't something to tie a horse to. I didn't tell him the whole truth, the the reason I was there because the accident, when it happened, I knew was part of my nature. I won't explain that here, but even in real life, I am pretty sure... my nature is part of why some things, some accidents, some deaths, have happened around me. This was one of them. It wasn't guilt that brought me there, only a hope of... changing this one thing this time. And so it seemed to work. Though you know how clouded a living dead mind can be. Believe as you wish.
I suggested, whatever he was doing that distracted him, he relinquish. I suspect talking on the phone, or worse texting. I can sometimes see into minds. I knew what I asked would be difficult. I told him, with certainty, that if he didn't stop, he would die. Only the next time he would kill other people too. I told him that as a seer. For I had seen it in the days leading to his being released. A head-on collision at highway speeds, around a corner. A family of four or five would be wiped out, along with himself and a passenger. Nothing but mush, over the guard rail, down the shoot to a very hard bottom. I explained that, unlike some, he got once chance. It was spent. There is more to the dream, and in it, but I don't share everything. Echoes, minders, portents, and... some other things. But those messages are for me alone.
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Feeling pretty good for having chased the moon to the sun to end up nearly back at the moon, plus having cycled enough minor chores and jobs to actually have called it work along with a full barrage of shopping. Even in this withering heat wave! I need to wake up first. I think I will be okay though. I will take it easy, at first, and probably try to take it a little easier, if that is even a choice thing, today. As I suggested, finishing the dishes, finishing laundry, a meal or two, some minor picking up... little things, at a slower pace. If I can hit a solid stride, I might just do so though. Hard to know. It's just, when the drum is sounding strong, it's difficult for me to resist the faster pace. Health will tend itself, hasn't actually let me down over the edge... too far over the edge (and that with unfair assistance), so far.
Good day(night).
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Sleep felt heavy, and hard to... negotiate? Like a ship in which some of the rudder control has been shot out, so that all that remains is heavy hard manipulations, sluggish as they are, and imprecise too. Why sleep should have a feel is anyone's guess, but that is the way of the sleep I just went through. On top of that, it sounded like someone came to my door and rang my doorbell to beat the band. Though, in some sorts of sleep, if I hear something, it can reverberate in my mind. A moment lived over and over in a sort of dream echo. It finally rousted me enough to wake and check. I was so hot I had the fan going for the first time this year. 60? Seriously? That's cruel to us a bear-kin ogres. Well, if someone had been there, they were gone. Then my bladder was pushing me out of bed. In the scant six hours of sleep I was able to manage, I was up three times. Highly unusual for me.
As well, I had a dream. I was driving in the mountains when an oncoming vehicle swerved into my lane. The driver looked up just quickly enough to see the problem. He over-corrected and went off a minor cliff. He was in really bad shape. In and out, up and down, death was just right near. Yeah, I went to the hospital to check on him, say a few prayers, and such. When, through interventions, surgeries, and such, he finally pulled through, I had thought to leave. However, through happenstance, he found out that I was there, and called to me through the staff. And so a minor friendship started. I checked on him every few days. He had been heading up to fly fish for the first time. Among other things, he lost is fly fishing rod through breakage.
As it came time for him to be discharged, I brought him a new fly fishing rig. Exactly what he had, save for a slightly better rod and a more secure case... though there are limits to any case. I made him fight for one piece of the gear. From conversations, he knew I didn't fly fish. But in his presence, I had taken one piece of the gear, suggesting I could use it. A nice little piece, can't remember what it was. But he begged, and hollered, and whined, and accused, to my great pleasure. Finally I handed it over, suggesting I hadn't wanted it anyway. Then I just told him I wanted him to earn some of it.
He had wanted to continue being friends, but I told him that was ill advised. I told him that, as far as the world is concerned, I am closer to death than he was at any point in his treatment. While I suspect I will live longer than some of my middle aged docs, that isn't something to tie a horse to. I didn't tell him the whole truth, the the reason I was there because the accident, when it happened, I knew was part of my nature. I won't explain that here, but even in real life, I am pretty sure... my nature is part of why some things, some accidents, some deaths, have happened around me. This was one of them. It wasn't guilt that brought me there, only a hope of... changing this one thing this time. And so it seemed to work. Though you know how clouded a living dead mind can be. Believe as you wish.
I suggested, whatever he was doing that distracted him, he relinquish. I suspect talking on the phone, or worse texting. I can sometimes see into minds. I knew what I asked would be difficult. I told him, with certainty, that if he didn't stop, he would die. Only the next time he would kill other people too. I told him that as a seer. For I had seen it in the days leading to his being released. A head-on collision at highway speeds, around a corner. A family of four or five would be wiped out, along with himself and a passenger. Nothing but mush, over the guard rail, down the shoot to a very hard bottom. I explained that, unlike some, he got once chance. It was spent. There is more to the dream, and in it, but I don't share everything. Echoes, minders, portents, and... some other things. But those messages are for me alone.
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Feeling pretty good for having chased the moon to the sun to end up nearly back at the moon, plus having cycled enough minor chores and jobs to actually have called it work along with a full barrage of shopping. Even in this withering heat wave! I need to wake up first. I think I will be okay though. I will take it easy, at first, and probably try to take it a little easier, if that is even a choice thing, today. As I suggested, finishing the dishes, finishing laundry, a meal or two, some minor picking up... little things, at a slower pace. If I can hit a solid stride, I might just do so though. Hard to know. It's just, when the drum is sounding strong, it's difficult for me to resist the faster pace. Health will tend itself, hasn't actually let me down over the edge... too far over the edge (and that with unfair assistance), so far.
Good day(night).
I think that about did it.
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If anyone has a fork, feel free to check.
I hit everything, even having to go back for the ice, but this time I did that rather than just shrugging it off. Ice, simply put, allows me to drink the amount of fluid my body seems to demand. Only so much coffee and soda can be tolerated. Then I need regular water or water with just a touch of that mix. Either that or I choke.
DMV, short line, pleasant worker, quick and painless. I suggested that I didn't mind being forced to get my birth certificate, as I have been wanting a passport. For being pleasant while some have probably been quite snarly and nasty, I was rewarded with a bit of good dope. It seems I can get my passport locally. Now I know where, and sort of how. I will have to arrange it, but... that usually work out, well enough, in the end. On to the bank, then all but grocery shopping as I suggested. Good thing too, my friend needed a gallon of milk. But to dinner first. Actually breakfast. For me for sure. I have pushed my day so long that... no, yeah, he did have breakfast... eggs, perhaps over easy or sunnyside, toast, hashbrowns. Anyway...
Everything. Done. Plus I filled the tank, and I think did another thing or two. Oh, and remembered to check the mail on the way home. I'm sore. My left arm hurts, like I was bone-punched, or had the nerve nicked just right. The rest of me is in pretty good shape, just shot to hell and back. Dead tired but I won't be sleeping until I can come down. But that is exactly as it should be. I am well pleased with the last few days, and the push through today. I actually had almost two months before I had to do this, but I couldn't find an expiration date. Still, glad to have it done. Especially since the hard license won't come in for three weeks. Last time there was some sort of glitch and I had to call in and then wait another three weeks... if that was more timely even so than this time. I best put a reminder in my calendar to check on that. Damned sloppy with such an important requirement for legal driving, insurance claims, and all the rest.
I'm not even too grumpy. Even being as overheated as I am. I have been burning up all day, but it got into, or even past, 60 F today! Gah! That is just so unseasonably hot. I'm simply not ready for that. I can't swear that I will be working tonight, when I wake. I may have to take it easy for a day or two. Well, not a heavy night of work. I might finish the dishes, and maybe push the laundry through. I might even see if the new parts fit for the drain, and work on that. But not too much past that. Rest. Burning the candle at both ends has a price. Tomorrow night might also be a rest night. I don't want to lose my gains though. So, soon enough, I will get back on full track. It's really shaping up in here, and I like it. Good night.
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Oh, one last thing. I was having a conversation with a woman today, about taxation and such. She wasn't happy that unemployed people were cashing very large "tax rebates", while she was having to struggle through on top of working. Fair enough. Then the conversation went to corporate taxes. I suggested they cut all corporate taxation. No, she insisted, they MUST pay. So, I asked her who paid corporate taxes. Corporations! No, they don't, I said. You pay corporate taxes. Huh? Well, corporations do not print money, they sell products or provide services, for a fee. If corporate taxes are at 39% of profits, that means for every dollar you spend, 39 cents go to pay taxes. Oh, well. Further, companies use your money, in the form of taxes, in order to buy access to more of your tax money through cronyism. Words weren't exact, but I think she finally understood some things she apparently never considered. Yes, she is paying corporate taxes, which give corporations access to government benefits she is paying for.
It's wasted, I know this. It's not fair how twisted the indoctrination has worked on people. Many believe the exact opposite of what is and choose not to reconsider when having the light brightly shone on the topic, making it easy to see. It is too complicated. She will vote, as will many, based on what they know, much of it terribly incorrect. Trusting people in spite of not trusting them, seemingly. Which is why I probably won't vote again, not with a ballot. With my feet, with my wallet, with my will, yes. But there is no reason to vote with so many who know, and wish to know, and openly ignore, the truth. No slight on her. A typical voter. Just remember, a real democracy is mob rule, and that is what it is being reduced. Thankfully, enough people still bear arms, and the right people, to deal with the more unruly parts of the mob. For now.
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If anyone has a fork, feel free to check.
I hit everything, even having to go back for the ice, but this time I did that rather than just shrugging it off. Ice, simply put, allows me to drink the amount of fluid my body seems to demand. Only so much coffee and soda can be tolerated. Then I need regular water or water with just a touch of that mix. Either that or I choke.
DMV, short line, pleasant worker, quick and painless. I suggested that I didn't mind being forced to get my birth certificate, as I have been wanting a passport. For being pleasant while some have probably been quite snarly and nasty, I was rewarded with a bit of good dope. It seems I can get my passport locally. Now I know where, and sort of how. I will have to arrange it, but... that usually work out, well enough, in the end. On to the bank, then all but grocery shopping as I suggested. Good thing too, my friend needed a gallon of milk. But to dinner first. Actually breakfast. For me for sure. I have pushed my day so long that... no, yeah, he did have breakfast... eggs, perhaps over easy or sunnyside, toast, hashbrowns. Anyway...
Everything. Done. Plus I filled the tank, and I think did another thing or two. Oh, and remembered to check the mail on the way home. I'm sore. My left arm hurts, like I was bone-punched, or had the nerve nicked just right. The rest of me is in pretty good shape, just shot to hell and back. Dead tired but I won't be sleeping until I can come down. But that is exactly as it should be. I am well pleased with the last few days, and the push through today. I actually had almost two months before I had to do this, but I couldn't find an expiration date. Still, glad to have it done. Especially since the hard license won't come in for three weeks. Last time there was some sort of glitch and I had to call in and then wait another three weeks... if that was more timely even so than this time. I best put a reminder in my calendar to check on that. Damned sloppy with such an important requirement for legal driving, insurance claims, and all the rest.
I'm not even too grumpy. Even being as overheated as I am. I have been burning up all day, but it got into, or even past, 60 F today! Gah! That is just so unseasonably hot. I'm simply not ready for that. I can't swear that I will be working tonight, when I wake. I may have to take it easy for a day or two. Well, not a heavy night of work. I might finish the dishes, and maybe push the laundry through. I might even see if the new parts fit for the drain, and work on that. But not too much past that. Rest. Burning the candle at both ends has a price. Tomorrow night might also be a rest night. I don't want to lose my gains though. So, soon enough, I will get back on full track. It's really shaping up in here, and I like it. Good night.
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Oh, one last thing. I was having a conversation with a woman today, about taxation and such. She wasn't happy that unemployed people were cashing very large "tax rebates", while she was having to struggle through on top of working. Fair enough. Then the conversation went to corporate taxes. I suggested they cut all corporate taxation. No, she insisted, they MUST pay. So, I asked her who paid corporate taxes. Corporations! No, they don't, I said. You pay corporate taxes. Huh? Well, corporations do not print money, they sell products or provide services, for a fee. If corporate taxes are at 39% of profits, that means for every dollar you spend, 39 cents go to pay taxes. Oh, well. Further, companies use your money, in the form of taxes, in order to buy access to more of your tax money through cronyism. Words weren't exact, but I think she finally understood some things she apparently never considered. Yes, she is paying corporate taxes, which give corporations access to government benefits she is paying for.
It's wasted, I know this. It's not fair how twisted the indoctrination has worked on people. Many believe the exact opposite of what is and choose not to reconsider when having the light brightly shone on the topic, making it easy to see. It is too complicated. She will vote, as will many, based on what they know, much of it terribly incorrect. Trusting people in spite of not trusting them, seemingly. Which is why I probably won't vote again, not with a ballot. With my feet, with my wallet, with my will, yes. But there is no reason to vote with so many who know, and wish to know, and openly ignore, the truth. No slight on her. A typical voter. Just remember, a real democracy is mob rule, and that is what it is being reduced. Thankfully, enough people still bear arms, and the right people, to deal with the more unruly parts of the mob. For now.
It does look like my plans are doing well.
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All the laundry has been handled, including a large batch that has been forgotten in the drier. The new load has been dried. One more load to go of washing, but not today. I will wait to wash the second load until I wake tonight. Both of the loads of dishes have been done once, one set needed another soaking, and another. Bleh. The other is done, washed, rinsed, and put away. I will take the trash out on my way to town.
My friend called. It seems the police did not contact him after contacting me. We talked a bit, but will talk some more. That is not a good way to get my attention. Still, I'm not all huffy about it. Actually, even when I am downright pissed, I don't get all excited. If I have to kill you, I'm not going to waste my energy with some things, anger among them. I'm lazy, and good... or at least good enough to still be alive. I don't have to fuss. Still, a few words.
I arranged my shopping list, took some measurements for a potential microwave cart, including interior and exterior measurements I need, plus measured the pipe diameter for the drain. The coffee pot will just have to be a bit of appearances, a semi-recognizable name, and a general sense about the unit. Not much for groceries, though I want to remember ice. I hate making ice. I never can keep up on that. Even in the winter, I like my water and mixes cold. Not cool, not... cold... ice cold.
I told my friend I would call him after doing all but the grocery shopping. Beyond shopping, I need to stop at my bank, and the DMV. Hmm, better check something with the DMV. See that I have everything they need. Oh, not today, but soon, I hope to apply for a passport. It's a little thing, not terribly useful in Utah as a daily thing, but it does have it's uses. After most of that, a meal, and a chat. Then groceries and home. Not bad, really. Wasn't sure I would make it and yet here I am, on my way. Later.
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All the laundry has been handled, including a large batch that has been forgotten in the drier. The new load has been dried. One more load to go of washing, but not today. I will wait to wash the second load until I wake tonight. Both of the loads of dishes have been done once, one set needed another soaking, and another. Bleh. The other is done, washed, rinsed, and put away. I will take the trash out on my way to town.
My friend called. It seems the police did not contact him after contacting me. We talked a bit, but will talk some more. That is not a good way to get my attention. Still, I'm not all huffy about it. Actually, even when I am downright pissed, I don't get all excited. If I have to kill you, I'm not going to waste my energy with some things, anger among them. I'm lazy, and good... or at least good enough to still be alive. I don't have to fuss. Still, a few words.
I arranged my shopping list, took some measurements for a potential microwave cart, including interior and exterior measurements I need, plus measured the pipe diameter for the drain. The coffee pot will just have to be a bit of appearances, a semi-recognizable name, and a general sense about the unit. Not much for groceries, though I want to remember ice. I hate making ice. I never can keep up on that. Even in the winter, I like my water and mixes cold. Not cool, not... cold... ice cold.
I told my friend I would call him after doing all but the grocery shopping. Beyond shopping, I need to stop at my bank, and the DMV. Hmm, better check something with the DMV. See that I have everything they need. Oh, not today, but soon, I hope to apply for a passport. It's a little thing, not terribly useful in Utah as a daily thing, but it does have it's uses. After most of that, a meal, and a chat. Then groceries and home. Not bad, really. Wasn't sure I would make it and yet here I am, on my way. Later.
Plans are wonderful devices.
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They simply have their limits. If my goal had been to clean without other considerations, my plan for last night would have been just fine. That isn't the case. I need to get to town, for several reasons. Need as in must. I got a good start on things. Then I started thinking about yesterday. I worked hard, did well, and crashed so hard at about dawn that there was no chance of making it to town. So I backed things off a bit this night. I think that might allow me to make it to town. I did get dishes pretty well dug into. I started a load, and will be drying it shortly. I think I will kick out the laundry that was already done while looking at morning "news". If I make it to town, and have some energy when I get back, I may deal with the boxes and cardboard for recycling. The rest of the my goals will simply have to wait. I will be to bed rather shortly after I return home.
Oh, well, I did more than what is recounted. Doing this often requires doing that first. And, while doing this and that, some other things just happen to be taken care of because... just because. I am rather tired, but I think I can stay up just a bit longer and go on in. I doubt if being in town before 10:00 would do me much good. There are three places I will probably stop. I need a new coffee pot (besides it's other problems, this one spills no matter how you pour from it), a new trap for the kitchen sink, and various grocery items. Milk, cream, though especially butter! I have the dry ingredients for the waffle batter combined, in a bowl, with plastic wrap over it... should last until tomorrow easily. Oh, and perhaps I will see about a container for the batter. Something solid, airtight, but with some mechanism that makes it easy enough to fill the measure cup provide for the unit. You know... I might get some extra cream, and a fruit compote or froze and make my own, for topping. The first few days will be just butter and maple syrup, but that will grow old quickly.
I really think I might end up digging through a lot of cleaning by the end of next week. Bits and pieces, but with main plans and solid goals. I wish I could do work like my mother, but it just isn't there. Then again, she can't fuss with a computer, or use a chainsaw, or some other things. It's just the way it goes. Then again, I think she cheats. I don't know how, but I am absolutely sure of it. You know though, I have been thinking... For the microwave, the food processor, and the waffle maker, it might not be a bad idea to get a small, perhaps wheeled, stand. It might even accept some of the other items cluttering up my counter space, like the coffee grinder. I don't know, I'll have to look. Even smaller wire wrack sort of thing. I could just add cloth to cover the below, keep that stuff clean.
Look. My world is coming together. Things are making sense. Jobs are being done. It actually takes the possibility of cleanliness to push into organization, but the two then go hand in hand. But that takes money, up front. Perhaps some effort. Anyway... I best get laundry folded, and move the washed clothes to the dryer, then hit the last of the dishes. I want these things done before I go to town. It might not be everything, but it is something, and enough, while still allowing me to get to town. Later.
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They simply have their limits. If my goal had been to clean without other considerations, my plan for last night would have been just fine. That isn't the case. I need to get to town, for several reasons. Need as in must. I got a good start on things. Then I started thinking about yesterday. I worked hard, did well, and crashed so hard at about dawn that there was no chance of making it to town. So I backed things off a bit this night. I think that might allow me to make it to town. I did get dishes pretty well dug into. I started a load, and will be drying it shortly. I think I will kick out the laundry that was already done while looking at morning "news". If I make it to town, and have some energy when I get back, I may deal with the boxes and cardboard for recycling. The rest of the my goals will simply have to wait. I will be to bed rather shortly after I return home.
Oh, well, I did more than what is recounted. Doing this often requires doing that first. And, while doing this and that, some other things just happen to be taken care of because... just because. I am rather tired, but I think I can stay up just a bit longer and go on in. I doubt if being in town before 10:00 would do me much good. There are three places I will probably stop. I need a new coffee pot (besides it's other problems, this one spills no matter how you pour from it), a new trap for the kitchen sink, and various grocery items. Milk, cream, though especially butter! I have the dry ingredients for the waffle batter combined, in a bowl, with plastic wrap over it... should last until tomorrow easily. Oh, and perhaps I will see about a container for the batter. Something solid, airtight, but with some mechanism that makes it easy enough to fill the measure cup provide for the unit. You know... I might get some extra cream, and a fruit compote or froze and make my own, for topping. The first few days will be just butter and maple syrup, but that will grow old quickly.
I really think I might end up digging through a lot of cleaning by the end of next week. Bits and pieces, but with main plans and solid goals. I wish I could do work like my mother, but it just isn't there. Then again, she can't fuss with a computer, or use a chainsaw, or some other things. It's just the way it goes. Then again, I think she cheats. I don't know how, but I am absolutely sure of it. You know though, I have been thinking... For the microwave, the food processor, and the waffle maker, it might not be a bad idea to get a small, perhaps wheeled, stand. It might even accept some of the other items cluttering up my counter space, like the coffee grinder. I don't know, I'll have to look. Even smaller wire wrack sort of thing. I could just add cloth to cover the below, keep that stuff clean.
Look. My world is coming together. Things are making sense. Jobs are being done. It actually takes the possibility of cleanliness to push into organization, but the two then go hand in hand. But that takes money, up front. Perhaps some effort. Anyway... I best get laundry folded, and move the washed clothes to the dryer, then hit the last of the dishes. I want these things done before I go to town. It might not be everything, but it is something, and enough, while still allowing me to get to town. Later.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
I suppose.
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It's about time to get to work. A shower first, as I suggested. Then setting up dishes, putting in a load of laundry, perhaps doing a pot that needs scrubbed and rewashed too, so using it as a basin in the kitchen sink after it has been given a first cleaning, then probably a bit of rest... gaming. I looked through my games for one I could enjoy, but had played to death so knew well enough that I wouldn't get entangled (could stop and work when rested). I found one that I could play, which is still challenging enough to be interesting, and use that for my sit-times. I simply can't be on my feet all night. An hour or two at a time, then I have to take a dive.
The mind is good, body seems good, the world isn't spinning, I'm not green in the gills. All good, go, go, go time. Well, not quite that last. As much of go-time as I can muster though. Beside the various efforts tonight, I need to make a list for shopping. The drain... I don't know exactly what I need for that. I might do research next break, rather than game. Research is sometimes as good as music or gaming.
If I keep this up, I might have my home reasonably clean in a couple of weeks. Of course, that pretty much precludes travel and some other things. Just shopping days, and maybe a meal in town. In a few days, the carpet should be dry from the spot cleaning. Which should be just about the time I am ready to tear into that room, clear, clean, vacuum, and steam clean. Things are working out well. I might even find time to rake the yard, take down Christmas lights, and move the twigs out for a burn between the house and maintenance tasks.
Typical day in the life stuff for some. Quite a thing for me. Along the lines of how I would rather things be done, it just hasn't be possible, isn't always possible even now. I'm still amazed at how many things end up working out, how many extra little things are being done, how many long-on-the-list things are finally coming to fruition. It truly is amazing. I seem to be able to, comparatively, multi-task. Amazed is the exact right term for my sense of things.
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It's about time to get to work. A shower first, as I suggested. Then setting up dishes, putting in a load of laundry, perhaps doing a pot that needs scrubbed and rewashed too, so using it as a basin in the kitchen sink after it has been given a first cleaning, then probably a bit of rest... gaming. I looked through my games for one I could enjoy, but had played to death so knew well enough that I wouldn't get entangled (could stop and work when rested). I found one that I could play, which is still challenging enough to be interesting, and use that for my sit-times. I simply can't be on my feet all night. An hour or two at a time, then I have to take a dive.
The mind is good, body seems good, the world isn't spinning, I'm not green in the gills. All good, go, go, go time. Well, not quite that last. As much of go-time as I can muster though. Beside the various efforts tonight, I need to make a list for shopping. The drain... I don't know exactly what I need for that. I might do research next break, rather than game. Research is sometimes as good as music or gaming.
If I keep this up, I might have my home reasonably clean in a couple of weeks. Of course, that pretty much precludes travel and some other things. Just shopping days, and maybe a meal in town. In a few days, the carpet should be dry from the spot cleaning. Which should be just about the time I am ready to tear into that room, clear, clean, vacuum, and steam clean. Things are working out well. I might even find time to rake the yard, take down Christmas lights, and move the twigs out for a burn between the house and maintenance tasks.
Typical day in the life stuff for some. Quite a thing for me. Along the lines of how I would rather things be done, it just hasn't be possible, isn't always possible even now. I'm still amazed at how many things end up working out, how many extra little things are being done, how many long-on-the-list things are finally coming to fruition. It truly is amazing. I seem to be able to, comparatively, multi-task. Amazed is the exact right term for my sense of things.
Who, what, hmm?
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My phone was off, and yet I am sure people called. How is that even possible. On top of that, I must have had a half dozen people knock on my door or ring the bell. I couldn't wake fast enough to answer, but I did see one vehicle leaving and another I suspect had been parked out front. On top of that, the girls were pounding on my door all night(day). Some nights(days) are just that way, I suppose. A little sleep would have been nice, all I'm saying. No major grump. It actually reminded me of every day(night) and night(day) onboard submarines. You NEVER got good sleep, or much. You got what they would give you or you could steal. That was just how it was. Not my favorite part of being at sea, but you did, sort of, get used to it. Well, and you learned how to deal with your own, and other people's, grumps. Even to have just a wee bit o' gallows humor about it all. Good times, good times. I really did learn to enjoy that, just a bit, in a three-off way.
Fine, I'm awake! Are you happy now? *grins*
Today? Oh, well, on to what I had been doing. I checked the spot on the living room floor. It must have died sometime in the night(day). (You are quite welcome, foam;). Hmm... I think, though, a shower, first thing, would be nice. (I mean, after I wake up.) Then setting up the dishes for a soapy soak. While the sink is open, I will put some things in the tub in the tub, as they are simply too big. Some things will be put in the sink, though. Wait... no... all with go into the bathtub until I get little basins for the sink. I never have figured out how to get the drain plugs to actually plug... oh, and the drain isn't in good shape and would leak if I used the sink. Bleh. So... dishes... I also have laundry set to go. After the shower, though, plus then I can put the clothes I am wearing in there too. While those things are going, I might finally hit the clean clothes, mostly underwear, socks, and towels. Folding, storing, and whatnot. And, then, sweeping all, and mopping all... kitchen and bathroom.
After that, if I have anything left, I will hit the kitchen again. I did break down the boxes to go, handled the packing material, and some other things last night. I just need to store the keeper boxes, take out the trash, put the broken down boxes somewhere as well until I can fit them in the recycling bin (seems this last week wasn't recycling, so I still have a very full bin of that). Then, if I get through all this, a rest... a nap... in the hopes that I can make it to town in the morning. I have groceries, a new trap for under the sink, a couple of pieces of business, and... some other things which I hope to remember ahead of time... to do. And, if it is at the right time, I'll invite my friend to lunch... for a dollar.
Well, that is the plan. I am hoping to keep this up until I get through to the living room. Having that straightened, vacuumed, then steam-cleaned. Then I'll take a little break, live a little, and reconsider from there. But, as I said, I need to wake up first. Coffee! Where is my coffee! I only have milk for it, no cream, but that works well enough. Later.
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My phone was off, and yet I am sure people called. How is that even possible. On top of that, I must have had a half dozen people knock on my door or ring the bell. I couldn't wake fast enough to answer, but I did see one vehicle leaving and another I suspect had been parked out front. On top of that, the girls were pounding on my door all night(day). Some nights(days) are just that way, I suppose. A little sleep would have been nice, all I'm saying. No major grump. It actually reminded me of every day(night) and night(day) onboard submarines. You NEVER got good sleep, or much. You got what they would give you or you could steal. That was just how it was. Not my favorite part of being at sea, but you did, sort of, get used to it. Well, and you learned how to deal with your own, and other people's, grumps. Even to have just a wee bit o' gallows humor about it all. Good times, good times. I really did learn to enjoy that, just a bit, in a three-off way.
Fine, I'm awake! Are you happy now? *grins*
Today? Oh, well, on to what I had been doing. I checked the spot on the living room floor. It must have died sometime in the night(day). (You are quite welcome, foam;). Hmm... I think, though, a shower, first thing, would be nice. (I mean, after I wake up.) Then setting up the dishes for a soapy soak. While the sink is open, I will put some things in the tub in the tub, as they are simply too big. Some things will be put in the sink, though. Wait... no... all with go into the bathtub until I get little basins for the sink. I never have figured out how to get the drain plugs to actually plug... oh, and the drain isn't in good shape and would leak if I used the sink. Bleh. So... dishes... I also have laundry set to go. After the shower, though, plus then I can put the clothes I am wearing in there too. While those things are going, I might finally hit the clean clothes, mostly underwear, socks, and towels. Folding, storing, and whatnot. And, then, sweeping all, and mopping all... kitchen and bathroom.
After that, if I have anything left, I will hit the kitchen again. I did break down the boxes to go, handled the packing material, and some other things last night. I just need to store the keeper boxes, take out the trash, put the broken down boxes somewhere as well until I can fit them in the recycling bin (seems this last week wasn't recycling, so I still have a very full bin of that). Then, if I get through all this, a rest... a nap... in the hopes that I can make it to town in the morning. I have groceries, a new trap for under the sink, a couple of pieces of business, and... some other things which I hope to remember ahead of time... to do. And, if it is at the right time, I'll invite my friend to lunch... for a dollar.
Well, that is the plan. I am hoping to keep this up until I get through to the living room. Having that straightened, vacuumed, then steam-cleaned. Then I'll take a little break, live a little, and reconsider from there. But, as I said, I need to wake up first. Coffee! Where is my coffee! I only have milk for it, no cream, but that works well enough. Later.
I am satisfied with the work.
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Yeah, no. I didn't get to it all. It's in the details. I did do as much as I could. I really do put too much in the schedule. There is always more to what I write. I did hit on most things, and either have them ready, in progress, or done. Really, not a bad little piece of work. I am certain some people could do a great deal more, though some wouldn't know where to start. The spot on the carpet, for example, is almost gone. I've had to work it several times, four... maybe five. Actually, honestly, I am surprised I have been able to remove as much of it as I have. Syrup spilled, but I didn't realize for a bit. Then I had no clue how to clean it up. Between reading online, and speaking with my mother, I finally figured out what to do. Then came finding the right time to do it. Sooner or later, this one ended up being later is all.
I went to make waffle batter. No butter. Bleh. I'll add that to the list. I'm about to make eggs, bacon, and... something else. Ah, hashbrowns. Not fancy, but rather tasty. I won't make it to town today. Tomorrow. For sure. I have some business that really needs attention, pretty much immediate attention. Breakfast and to bed, for now. Good night.
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Yeah, no. I didn't get to it all. It's in the details. I did do as much as I could. I really do put too much in the schedule. There is always more to what I write. I did hit on most things, and either have them ready, in progress, or done. Really, not a bad little piece of work. I am certain some people could do a great deal more, though some wouldn't know where to start. The spot on the carpet, for example, is almost gone. I've had to work it several times, four... maybe five. Actually, honestly, I am surprised I have been able to remove as much of it as I have. Syrup spilled, but I didn't realize for a bit. Then I had no clue how to clean it up. Between reading online, and speaking with my mother, I finally figured out what to do. Then came finding the right time to do it. Sooner or later, this one ended up being later is all.
I went to make waffle batter. No butter. Bleh. I'll add that to the list. I'm about to make eggs, bacon, and... something else. Ah, hashbrowns. Not fancy, but rather tasty. I won't make it to town today. Tomorrow. For sure. I have some business that really needs attention, pretty much immediate attention. Breakfast and to bed, for now. Good night.
A nice little bit of work so far.
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Sure is odd, when looking at several messes all at once. Trying to figure out which to hit first. You could choose based on feelings, but that doesn't work as a general rule. Though taking care of something that has been naggingly annoying can sometimes boost morale. The thing is to decide what must be done in order that other things can happen. Then again, if confusion persists, just pick something and go. My guess is it takes a bit of this and that, and planning is only good as a starting point thing, and end game thing. The middle, the actual doing, is messy that way.
I got everything out of the bathroom in order to sweep, put the laundry near the washer, reset the dishes that remain to a fresh rinse. Then I swept. The bathroom and then on to the wash room. I can't really hit the rest of the kitchen with the broom until I clear the boxes and do some other straightening and cleaning. I also set a wash pail to begin cleaning a spot of dried syrup from the carpeting, and started that. It's going to take a while to get that out. A little soaking, a little scrubbing, back and forth, until the splotch is gone... or close enough. Little bits of this and that, in there, as well. Not a bad start.
I ought to put a load of laundry in, but I want to deal with the two baskets of clean laundry first. Adding more to that won't help my cause all that much. Boxes are next, then cleaning the kitchen. Then sweeping and then mopping the areas that were swept. Then the clean laundry. If I get that far, and I still have energy, I will go ahead and put another load through the laundry. Oh, and while I am at things, I may mix a batter for waffles. Waffles, a couple of eggs, and bacon sounds good. Unfortunately *cough* I can find no recipes that seem reasonable for smaller batches of batter. It looks like I will have to eat a couple of waffles a day for a while. Yeah, shut up. No, you shut up. :p
Did I mention how nice it is to have a full flowing faucet in the kitchen? Yeah. Wait until I fix the drain! Then I can clean out under there and put everything back exactly so, and have my kitchen back up to snuff. There is one shelving area I need to work on, but the cabinetry out there, I have decided, will do. If I do anything, rather than spending a ton of money on new, or even making it, I might strip and repaint. A crisp white, as there isn't much access to the sun. And, some drawers need work. And of course the flooring needs to be redone. But! I do have a working faucet, and the drain is... tolerable for now. Still, I want to fix that drain soon. I'll buy stuff the next time I am in town, probably tomorrow.
I might not be doing everything I would like to do, as quickly as I would like to do those things. I may be a little perturbed at the pace, and the annoyances from the needs. Yet, the last few days, it is like I was able to see the whole ball of wax, everything that needs to be done, what has been done, finances, energy levels, and some other things. It all made sense. Just a few moments, several times, where I see it all coming together. Very good experiences, offering incentive, hope, and some satisfaction. I might be able to get things set up, before long, as I like them, as they should be. My home is becoming more than just a place to live, but a hobby, an educational opportunity, and some other things. Making my own reality, right here and now. I know it's small, but it beats sleeping my life away. Want it or not, though I do, I have a lot of life ahead of me. I would rather use it. Now, it seems, I can... just a bit. Later.
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Sure is odd, when looking at several messes all at once. Trying to figure out which to hit first. You could choose based on feelings, but that doesn't work as a general rule. Though taking care of something that has been naggingly annoying can sometimes boost morale. The thing is to decide what must be done in order that other things can happen. Then again, if confusion persists, just pick something and go. My guess is it takes a bit of this and that, and planning is only good as a starting point thing, and end game thing. The middle, the actual doing, is messy that way.
I got everything out of the bathroom in order to sweep, put the laundry near the washer, reset the dishes that remain to a fresh rinse. Then I swept. The bathroom and then on to the wash room. I can't really hit the rest of the kitchen with the broom until I clear the boxes and do some other straightening and cleaning. I also set a wash pail to begin cleaning a spot of dried syrup from the carpeting, and started that. It's going to take a while to get that out. A little soaking, a little scrubbing, back and forth, until the splotch is gone... or close enough. Little bits of this and that, in there, as well. Not a bad start.
I ought to put a load of laundry in, but I want to deal with the two baskets of clean laundry first. Adding more to that won't help my cause all that much. Boxes are next, then cleaning the kitchen. Then sweeping and then mopping the areas that were swept. Then the clean laundry. If I get that far, and I still have energy, I will go ahead and put another load through the laundry. Oh, and while I am at things, I may mix a batter for waffles. Waffles, a couple of eggs, and bacon sounds good. Unfortunately *cough* I can find no recipes that seem reasonable for smaller batches of batter. It looks like I will have to eat a couple of waffles a day for a while. Yeah, shut up. No, you shut up. :p
Did I mention how nice it is to have a full flowing faucet in the kitchen? Yeah. Wait until I fix the drain! Then I can clean out under there and put everything back exactly so, and have my kitchen back up to snuff. There is one shelving area I need to work on, but the cabinetry out there, I have decided, will do. If I do anything, rather than spending a ton of money on new, or even making it, I might strip and repaint. A crisp white, as there isn't much access to the sun. And, some drawers need work. And of course the flooring needs to be redone. But! I do have a working faucet, and the drain is... tolerable for now. Still, I want to fix that drain soon. I'll buy stuff the next time I am in town, probably tomorrow.
I might not be doing everything I would like to do, as quickly as I would like to do those things. I may be a little perturbed at the pace, and the annoyances from the needs. Yet, the last few days, it is like I was able to see the whole ball of wax, everything that needs to be done, what has been done, finances, energy levels, and some other things. It all made sense. Just a few moments, several times, where I see it all coming together. Very good experiences, offering incentive, hope, and some satisfaction. I might be able to get things set up, before long, as I like them, as they should be. My home is becoming more than just a place to live, but a hobby, an educational opportunity, and some other things. Making my own reality, right here and now. I know it's small, but it beats sleeping my life away. Want it or not, though I do, I have a lot of life ahead of me. I would rather use it. Now, it seems, I can... just a bit. Later.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Awake, now to get going.
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It seems my friend did call, and did leave a message. Just today, and he had already called the police. We will have to discuss this.
Oh, on another matter... I have been, over time, from time to time, looking for tallow. I don't care if it is "grass fed", for it all is. I specifically do not want it coming from "organic" beef, all beef is organic. I certainly am not interested in paying $5-$10 an ounce. Who in their right mind would even consider that? Insane. Foolish. Well... the other day, I found a site selling tallow. I looked it over, reviewed the site, looked at price per weight, hemmed and hawed for a bit, but finally pulled the trigger. It is on the way. I bought enough to use some for cooking... I'm thinking french fries, the old McDonalds recipe when they used a portion of tallow along with another fat, or mix. But also, I would like to finally make pemmican. I may even try to scare up the right cuts of beef to make my own jerky. Either in the over or on the grill. I would like to, eventually, create an outdoor jerky stand... with fly netting, but otherwise open to the sun and wind. I'll need several bags of dried fruits, say... cranberries, cherries, and maybe mango or some such. This is incentive for me to go hiking, or snowshoeing, or such. Too rich to eat just as a snack, mostly, I have to think. It would offer trail food that doesn't need to, but can be, heated... is light... doesn't go bad... and just works... more so when burning a lot of calories. Remember, on the trail, what is usually missing in a diet is fat. If the tallow is good, I'll pass on the link to the store. The price was quite right, four packs adding to 108 oz., right at $30. Shipping was a little spendy, but not being able to find tallow locally, and compared to organic, an outright steal. One tub of less than a pound was being offered for more than that and the shipping... I hadn't even looked at their shipping costs though, so... double or triple the cost and shipping, at less than a seventh of the product, and before shipping costs were included? Yeah, no.
I had to turn up the furnace, if that isn't helping greatly. While I noted that it is warm, for the season, I didn't mention that my body is not able to keep warm, not well. Still, a little extra environmental warmth does help, or might. I think I can get on to chores, the cold isn't oppressing me that way. I actually like it, and would be truly enjoying it save that it being cold generally slows me down. It's a happy sleepy healing sort of guilty pleasure, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, in the way of a working schedule though. Hmm... I might try another trick. Being warm is not favored, but it is more convenient for action. And... I intend on action.
While I am moving slowly, things have happened. From the faucet to the garage, to... many things. I might not be able to get to things as quickly, for myself, as I would like. I am getting targets completed. I was actually pleased with what I have done in these last few years. The pace, these last few months, have picked up. Always up and down, of course. Not all is written, just flavors. And while the mood has it's own problems, it isn't so much of an inference as a flavor. Either my body works or it doesn't. When it doesn't, I can go blue. Though, that can happen at any moment. Just like being quite pleased with life right through downtimes. Just a flavor, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, but more often than not a bit of each. All good. I best get to things.
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It seems my friend did call, and did leave a message. Just today, and he had already called the police. We will have to discuss this.
Oh, on another matter... I have been, over time, from time to time, looking for tallow. I don't care if it is "grass fed", for it all is. I specifically do not want it coming from "organic" beef, all beef is organic. I certainly am not interested in paying $5-$10 an ounce. Who in their right mind would even consider that? Insane. Foolish. Well... the other day, I found a site selling tallow. I looked it over, reviewed the site, looked at price per weight, hemmed and hawed for a bit, but finally pulled the trigger. It is on the way. I bought enough to use some for cooking... I'm thinking french fries, the old McDonalds recipe when they used a portion of tallow along with another fat, or mix. But also, I would like to finally make pemmican. I may even try to scare up the right cuts of beef to make my own jerky. Either in the over or on the grill. I would like to, eventually, create an outdoor jerky stand... with fly netting, but otherwise open to the sun and wind. I'll need several bags of dried fruits, say... cranberries, cherries, and maybe mango or some such. This is incentive for me to go hiking, or snowshoeing, or such. Too rich to eat just as a snack, mostly, I have to think. It would offer trail food that doesn't need to, but can be, heated... is light... doesn't go bad... and just works... more so when burning a lot of calories. Remember, on the trail, what is usually missing in a diet is fat. If the tallow is good, I'll pass on the link to the store. The price was quite right, four packs adding to 108 oz., right at $30. Shipping was a little spendy, but not being able to find tallow locally, and compared to organic, an outright steal. One tub of less than a pound was being offered for more than that and the shipping... I hadn't even looked at their shipping costs though, so... double or triple the cost and shipping, at less than a seventh of the product, and before shipping costs were included? Yeah, no.
I had to turn up the furnace, if that isn't helping greatly. While I noted that it is warm, for the season, I didn't mention that my body is not able to keep warm, not well. Still, a little extra environmental warmth does help, or might. I think I can get on to chores, the cold isn't oppressing me that way. I actually like it, and would be truly enjoying it save that it being cold generally slows me down. It's a happy sleepy healing sort of guilty pleasure, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, in the way of a working schedule though. Hmm... I might try another trick. Being warm is not favored, but it is more convenient for action. And... I intend on action.
While I am moving slowly, things have happened. From the faucet to the garage, to... many things. I might not be able to get to things as quickly, for myself, as I would like. I am getting targets completed. I was actually pleased with what I have done in these last few years. The pace, these last few months, have picked up. Always up and down, of course. Not all is written, just flavors. And while the mood has it's own problems, it isn't so much of an inference as a flavor. Either my body works or it doesn't. When it doesn't, I can go blue. Though, that can happen at any moment. Just like being quite pleased with life right through downtimes. Just a flavor, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, but more often than not a bit of each. All good. I best get to things.
A clear mind is a wonderful thing.
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Again, today, the mind is good. Sleep was fine. I am hoping, today, to push on into a bit more work than I was able to do yesterday. I can't yet tell if that will happen. I was sure yesterday would see me to it, so I won't make any suggestions about today. Finishing the last of the old dishes, setting up another set of dishes, perhaps a load of laundry, and then some cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen. Oh, and a shower in there somewhere. I think I can, I think I can, I... doubt it. :p
The paperwork I was looking for was found. And it was found in not only the last place I looked, but the first place too! So, actually, in the morning, I need to make my way to town. Groceries, business, and a some banking, I think. And then see about my friend. I would like to get out shooting. The weather, for me, is quite warm. It's only been in the low 40's for the lows! Then again, it has only been getting near 50 for the highs, and with little sun. It is probably too cold for my friend. Still, a meal, maybe getting him out shopping. He called to police to do a health check on me. We are going to have to talk about that. Especially since it doesn't show that he has tried to call. Leave a message, don't call the police. Yes, yes, I was pleasant. They were just doing their jobs. My friend really should know, by now... I don't get to die. Not... yet. He should have known me back when I slept for months at a time, many months. I was a perpetual stranger to even those who knew me well. A ghost of flesh.
It does feel good to be feeling good. The, to me, spring weather is quite a treat as well. There is no juice from the sun, when it does appear, but with or without the sun, it is still pretty good. I am simply hoping to push on through to more activity. Technically this is still hibernation time for me, so that I am trying, even succeeding from time to time, is a good thing. Oh, and it is absolutely wonderful to, for the first time since living here, have a kitchen faucet that has full flow. And a tall one, that I can fill a 24 quart stockpot for cleaning or with reverse osmosis water with ease. Even my bathroom sink faucet now flows at full pace. I merely need to work on the drains, now. The bathroom drain doesn't keep up with the flow at all, and sometimes inexplicably just stops draining... probably needs a bit of minor work near the trap. Something lodged in there, or... something. The drain in the kitchen sink, while held in place by duct tape still leaks, badly with high flow, so I am going to have to fix that. I could just duct tape around, but I don't like that. Hmm... one more thing to put on my list for when I go to town.
Wonderful, people. I am feeling good, the weather is keen especially for the time of year, I have plans and means to potentially see these things done... I even called the V.A. back. They called and wanted to know when to deliver the insulin. Straight-away, suggested I! And, so, tomorrow? That would be fast. All good. A squirrel in a cage, often enough. But I do okay for not doing so well. Later.
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Again, today, the mind is good. Sleep was fine. I am hoping, today, to push on into a bit more work than I was able to do yesterday. I can't yet tell if that will happen. I was sure yesterday would see me to it, so I won't make any suggestions about today. Finishing the last of the old dishes, setting up another set of dishes, perhaps a load of laundry, and then some cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen. Oh, and a shower in there somewhere. I think I can, I think I can, I... doubt it. :p
The paperwork I was looking for was found. And it was found in not only the last place I looked, but the first place too! So, actually, in the morning, I need to make my way to town. Groceries, business, and a some banking, I think. And then see about my friend. I would like to get out shooting. The weather, for me, is quite warm. It's only been in the low 40's for the lows! Then again, it has only been getting near 50 for the highs, and with little sun. It is probably too cold for my friend. Still, a meal, maybe getting him out shopping. He called to police to do a health check on me. We are going to have to talk about that. Especially since it doesn't show that he has tried to call. Leave a message, don't call the police. Yes, yes, I was pleasant. They were just doing their jobs. My friend really should know, by now... I don't get to die. Not... yet. He should have known me back when I slept for months at a time, many months. I was a perpetual stranger to even those who knew me well. A ghost of flesh.
It does feel good to be feeling good. The, to me, spring weather is quite a treat as well. There is no juice from the sun, when it does appear, but with or without the sun, it is still pretty good. I am simply hoping to push on through to more activity. Technically this is still hibernation time for me, so that I am trying, even succeeding from time to time, is a good thing. Oh, and it is absolutely wonderful to, for the first time since living here, have a kitchen faucet that has full flow. And a tall one, that I can fill a 24 quart stockpot for cleaning or with reverse osmosis water with ease. Even my bathroom sink faucet now flows at full pace. I merely need to work on the drains, now. The bathroom drain doesn't keep up with the flow at all, and sometimes inexplicably just stops draining... probably needs a bit of minor work near the trap. Something lodged in there, or... something. The drain in the kitchen sink, while held in place by duct tape still leaks, badly with high flow, so I am going to have to fix that. I could just duct tape around, but I don't like that. Hmm... one more thing to put on my list for when I go to town.
Wonderful, people. I am feeling good, the weather is keen especially for the time of year, I have plans and means to potentially see these things done... I even called the V.A. back. They called and wanted to know when to deliver the insulin. Straight-away, suggested I! And, so, tomorrow? That would be fast. All good. A squirrel in a cage, often enough. But I do okay for not doing so well. Later.
I did get a bit done.
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Not nearly what I had hoped. The mind was clear but the body was heavy. Some of the dishes, and I reset the others. I did collect what else needs to be washed. A small amount of picking things up and tossing or sorting them. Just little things, mostly. But it was directional work, heading toward my goals, rather than a smattering of unrelated chores and tasks.
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Not nearly what I had hoped. The mind was clear but the body was heavy. Some of the dishes, and I reset the others. I did collect what else needs to be washed. A small amount of picking things up and tossing or sorting them. Just little things, mostly. But it was directional work, heading toward my goals, rather than a smattering of unrelated chores and tasks.
A fine dinner.
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Grilled chops. Nothing more. Good enough. Fresh pork and a hot grill make for a very good marriage. The chops were right at medium doneness. Usually I prefer pork a bit more done, but things have changed that way. And, overdone pork is quite dry. A very nice meal indeed. I have several left over. Hmm, I need to remember to buy potatoes. I haven't gotten to more work yet, but it will happen.
After eating, I went back to reading. The Irrational Atheist is the actual title of the book. It is a reasonably good read. I am now about 30% through the book. I seem to be in the middle of the chapters about religion as it pertains to war, and how they are not connected. Urhm. Who knew? Yeah, I know. The notion is out there, and became entrenched deeply in the minds and imaginations of many. I understand why this was hit, and hard, and from many angles. My only problem is that, after years of reading the author's blog, I had come around to the understanding. So, it's sort of old news. It is very good reading, but I have covered this area. Still, I won't skip ahead, as a more detailed look isn't a bad thing.
While I do agree, that religion is not (save for islam), a factor in choosing war... directly... I do think there are aspects of religion, real faiths (islam is excluded, being a cult), that cut both ways with regards to war. Religion can be seen as a number of things. A base of explanation for the otherwise unwieldy realities of life, a source of hope in dark times, a source of education in the mundane, health and fitness, psychological, as well as spiritual essence of what it means to be human(ish) and alive, and many other things. A good faith, it is hoped, will tend to lead individuals to a right relationship with themselves, each other, their governments, even in how they treat livestock. Some hope is that religion leads people to a place of greater, but responsible, freedom. Defining faith is akin to defining science, I am just doing a quick jab and splash, though I think it should do.
If faith plays a part regarding war, it is through the installation of some level of obedience to the literal or figurative king and country. This allows that some will go when called, and serve in a war. However, it also creates a reluctance to war in the first place. While many served in WW I, WW II, Korea, Vietnam, and the Middle East, it was with some reluctance. In WW II, and I suspect WW I, lots of trickery was used by the US government to get enough people to go along with the notion of going to war. Papered over now, but that's the truth. Civilians, for example, were loaded onto ships, laden with war materials, and sent into enemy waters. For all we know, the location of the ships was even relayed to enemy submarines. Don't put it past them, FDR or any of them. A war is good for re-election prospects, and for seizing power. In this case, religion is a dual edged sword, cutting both ways.
One thing about a solid faith, in my opinion a Christian faith, is it leads people financial and other success. It just does. There is room for mistakes without them becoming damning or maddening. There is a way back, to the very last moment of life. There are rules of engagement, both within and without the particular branch of Christianity. Most are quite benign. Actually, the worst thing called for by most Christianity is the turning of backs. Even excommunication isn't that severe, being more of an educational opportunity, allowing a fallen away participant time to consider if what they did or promote is worth being without communal blessings. The only thing more severe is merely the allowance that a person has a right, and duty really, to defend life. That life might be their own, another person's life, as a group or individually. There really isn't a place for war on religious grounds, merely self-defense. It is corruption that attempts to use the faithful as weapons. Actually, I would have to look more closely at the wars which were considered religious based to see if those were actually based on opposing faiths, or corruptions of those faiths.
Then again, not all faiths are good, or have an intent and design that makes sense in some ways. A pagan religion, for example, where blood sacrifice (human) is part of the religion, is... a bit different. From Vikings to Aztec, there were many such religions. The only thing like that today is islam, which I also set aside from real faiths. Not that these aren't religions, only that they are not what religion is considered in these times. There is some understanding that islam is trying to create the illusion and belief that it is a benevolent faith, but... it just can't quite pull that off. Every time they try, they behead someone, a bunch of people, gang rape a city or region of women and children, burn someone alive, send one of their people to blow themselves and a bunch of other people up, force people to convert and murder them anyway, or some other thing that makes it absolutely clear that they are not a religion, aren't peaceful, probably aren't capable of it. Something is just off with that cult. It is burned into it's adherents, and they become psychopathic through it. So, I don't even include it as a faith.
Just... taking notes. After the fact, and not complete, or completely thought out. Not even really a review, more a... my thoughts from what I have read so far. I am hoping to review a few things from the book (fact check), read the rest of it, take notes perhaps from time to time in this way, and... then set up an actual review. I don't always agree, or I see problems beyond what is written. But those are difficult to ferret out if I don't take notes right when I notice them. The author puts up a solid defense, and I think it is good, if there are a few weak points in the defense. I'd like to check those. It's... what I do. Or, what I like to do? No... it's innate. That I, sometimes, happen to like it is beside the fact. Pleasure, often, for me, is the blessing I receive for the curse I also received. It's just the way it is.
Later.
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Grilled chops. Nothing more. Good enough. Fresh pork and a hot grill make for a very good marriage. The chops were right at medium doneness. Usually I prefer pork a bit more done, but things have changed that way. And, overdone pork is quite dry. A very nice meal indeed. I have several left over. Hmm, I need to remember to buy potatoes. I haven't gotten to more work yet, but it will happen.
After eating, I went back to reading. The Irrational Atheist is the actual title of the book. It is a reasonably good read. I am now about 30% through the book. I seem to be in the middle of the chapters about religion as it pertains to war, and how they are not connected. Urhm. Who knew? Yeah, I know. The notion is out there, and became entrenched deeply in the minds and imaginations of many. I understand why this was hit, and hard, and from many angles. My only problem is that, after years of reading the author's blog, I had come around to the understanding. So, it's sort of old news. It is very good reading, but I have covered this area. Still, I won't skip ahead, as a more detailed look isn't a bad thing.
While I do agree, that religion is not (save for islam), a factor in choosing war... directly... I do think there are aspects of religion, real faiths (islam is excluded, being a cult), that cut both ways with regards to war. Religion can be seen as a number of things. A base of explanation for the otherwise unwieldy realities of life, a source of hope in dark times, a source of education in the mundane, health and fitness, psychological, as well as spiritual essence of what it means to be human(ish) and alive, and many other things. A good faith, it is hoped, will tend to lead individuals to a right relationship with themselves, each other, their governments, even in how they treat livestock. Some hope is that religion leads people to a place of greater, but responsible, freedom. Defining faith is akin to defining science, I am just doing a quick jab and splash, though I think it should do.
If faith plays a part regarding war, it is through the installation of some level of obedience to the literal or figurative king and country. This allows that some will go when called, and serve in a war. However, it also creates a reluctance to war in the first place. While many served in WW I, WW II, Korea, Vietnam, and the Middle East, it was with some reluctance. In WW II, and I suspect WW I, lots of trickery was used by the US government to get enough people to go along with the notion of going to war. Papered over now, but that's the truth. Civilians, for example, were loaded onto ships, laden with war materials, and sent into enemy waters. For all we know, the location of the ships was even relayed to enemy submarines. Don't put it past them, FDR or any of them. A war is good for re-election prospects, and for seizing power. In this case, religion is a dual edged sword, cutting both ways.
One thing about a solid faith, in my opinion a Christian faith, is it leads people financial and other success. It just does. There is room for mistakes without them becoming damning or maddening. There is a way back, to the very last moment of life. There are rules of engagement, both within and without the particular branch of Christianity. Most are quite benign. Actually, the worst thing called for by most Christianity is the turning of backs. Even excommunication isn't that severe, being more of an educational opportunity, allowing a fallen away participant time to consider if what they did or promote is worth being without communal blessings. The only thing more severe is merely the allowance that a person has a right, and duty really, to defend life. That life might be their own, another person's life, as a group or individually. There really isn't a place for war on religious grounds, merely self-defense. It is corruption that attempts to use the faithful as weapons. Actually, I would have to look more closely at the wars which were considered religious based to see if those were actually based on opposing faiths, or corruptions of those faiths.
Then again, not all faiths are good, or have an intent and design that makes sense in some ways. A pagan religion, for example, where blood sacrifice (human) is part of the religion, is... a bit different. From Vikings to Aztec, there were many such religions. The only thing like that today is islam, which I also set aside from real faiths. Not that these aren't religions, only that they are not what religion is considered in these times. There is some understanding that islam is trying to create the illusion and belief that it is a benevolent faith, but... it just can't quite pull that off. Every time they try, they behead someone, a bunch of people, gang rape a city or region of women and children, burn someone alive, send one of their people to blow themselves and a bunch of other people up, force people to convert and murder them anyway, or some other thing that makes it absolutely clear that they are not a religion, aren't peaceful, probably aren't capable of it. Something is just off with that cult. It is burned into it's adherents, and they become psychopathic through it. So, I don't even include it as a faith.
Just... taking notes. After the fact, and not complete, or completely thought out. Not even really a review, more a... my thoughts from what I have read so far. I am hoping to review a few things from the book (fact check), read the rest of it, take notes perhaps from time to time in this way, and... then set up an actual review. I don't always agree, or I see problems beyond what is written. But those are difficult to ferret out if I don't take notes right when I notice them. The author puts up a solid defense, and I think it is good, if there are a few weak points in the defense. I'd like to check those. It's... what I do. Or, what I like to do? No... it's innate. That I, sometimes, happen to like it is beside the fact. Pleasure, often, for me, is the blessing I receive for the curse I also received. It's just the way it is.
Later.
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