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I didn't drop until 1:30 last night. Exactly? Well... by which clock or watch? Actually if I knew which was read I could tell you much more exactly. I think it was the cell, which means... pretty much as spot on as I get. Crashed pretty fast, hard, but not roughly really. I figured it would be another late wake. Nope. Popped out of bed at about 8:05-8:10... my alarm is way fast, and a moving target, so I have to guess a bit. Not going to lump in there while I'm waking to check. Though I should square the clocks, alarm, and wrist watches sometime soon, since I am squaring the rest of life and the cave. I don't mind the alarm and the watches being fast, I just like them precisely fast, and prefer 10, 15, and 30 minute markers for setting them ahead. Or is it setting them behind? Anyway...
Dreams. Siblings. Only a few of us aren't boomers, as if that has made a difference. The generations have been collapsing on each other, tech and secularism adding to the collapse. Not much left to men these days. It's not looking to improve. On another score, I had thought my mother was one as well, but she missed but about as much as I missed. A review, though, of my set.
I remind, I have something like 41 adopted, step, foster, and half brothers and sisters. I have lived, at one time or another, with half of them, or more. I even stayed with one of my foster sisters, for a short while, after she was grown... if I was still a later teen. I've at least met, and known, all but one half brother and seven half sisters. Conversations, accusations, thoughts, and notes. The largest family any of my siblings has created is three children. Three of them did that. Several of them have two children. Most of the others, who bothered with children, have one. But most have none. For my part, I had a dead heart and a surety death was with me. Having a truck run over you, then park on you, isn't actually a fair assessment. Though that wasn't the reason either. I wouldn't have had children had I remained healthy, not... the normal family way anyway. I know have three children out there, at least. Two of those women weren't going to tell me, and I didn't follow up on them when I found out either. My guess is I probably have at least another three out there. Just running numbers. Back, even in my day, and for some men, women didn't abort. Even now, if they catch the seed of kings, they keep it. Women have a weird mind-body-spirit thing going on. Only in the last decade or two have I started... seeing that pattern.
Few of my siblings have anything to pass on. Many are so in debt that there is nothing, and no prospect of getting out of debt. Many who have something are busy spending it on "their golden years". Reverse mortgages, increasing debt, declining income. Nothing but ashes, and probably funeral costs. I have dug out of debt, save for the house and one card I keep a varying balance on. Most won't change, perhaps at this point can't. Trips to the Bahamas, or Hawaii... new cars, motorcycles, snowmobiles, and boats... an apartment for a girlfriend on the side if they can, or a property they could otherwise be renting... electronics out the... every channel on the tube and all the ways to store their favorite shows... bought organic food, the most delicious of cuts, and complete climate control. The lust of feeling good all of the time, in all ways, leaving nothing for even their own children.
Depressing. Angry. But... so be it. At this point at least two generations are a waste. The third and fourth don't seem to be learning from the past, but following it with abandon, what few there are. When outsourcing isn't enough to keep pace, even with a dying economy, they stop exporting the work and importing workers. Seems that might be stopped, for the moment, but it'll be back. Either that or the economy will simply crash. Heck, McDonalds is on the skids, even Walmart and Amazon seem to be in trouble. The middle class have become the new poor, and are getting poorer through various means by the minute. No point to the dream, just an understanding. One more reason to get out, if time allows. When monsters run out of blood they'll go for flesh, pounds of it. When hungry enough, everyone becomes a vampire, werewolf, and maybe worse. It's coming. I'm not interested in long pig or the culture that all that involves.
Harsh dream. Lots of finger-pointing, lots of self-recrimination, but I am pleased with my new direction if not my exact situation. I have to move forward, but the situation isn't going to get better and has never been ideal, only partly with my fingerprints on it. I simply might be able to escape some of the worsening. Not really only for my sake, mind you, not of flesh anyway. The desert, hot or cold, is simply better than Sodom. And it's all going to Sodom... what isn't already there AND getting worse.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
The drains.
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I have been working with the baking soda and vinegar scheme, followed by boiling water. The first attempt was very mild. Not much baking soda would fit down the tube on the tub. The second time was a little better. Finally I was able to get a full cup of the stuff in. Each time followed by vinegar and hot water, boiling or what had just been boiling. It is running a bit better, but that isn't quite enough. I am pretty sure there isn't a way for roots to have torn into the piping, so I'm not really sure what else might be the problem.
The bathroom sink drain seems to be running faster, though, too. Just not all that much faster. In the short test runs I did with it, on the good side, the flow didn't just stop. I have been having to pump the mechanized plug handle, allowing air in, or the drain process would just stop. It might sit for days, as if I was in a hurry to get out, or something else and just left it, water could stay until I pumped it out. I have been trying to remove the plug from the bar mechanism. I've not ever actually done that before... or at least never learned how you are supposed to do it. I would like to run some of this gunk down several other drains... bathroom and kitchen sinks, at least, as well as the tub. Just in case those have separate build-ups, or can attack a main one from different angles. All experimental, you know.
Just following up on an idea I had heard, and then shown, now that I have the materials to tinker. After I finish with that for the day, I might get eggs to boiling and finish pickling the last two half gallon jars of the stuff. My first batch of those should be ready on the 3rd, but I'll wait until the 4th to try one. Over-engineer, then you can coast. Or... that's my theory.
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Another hit on the tub. This time, before adding hot water which I still haven't done, I listened. It sounded like the vinegar and baking soda were still working. Then it fizzled out. I added more vinegar, let it drain, and... it started reacting again, further along. I kept that process up until I needed to sit a bit. A half crouch for an half hour gets to the knees and calves. A bit of a break and I'm going to hit it again, with more vinegar. If need be, I'll add more baking soda. I'll be working this until it seems to have opened up. I supposed, depending on how long your drain pipe is, or how blocked up it is, this process might just take... a while. It sure sounds like the fizzing is moving deeper and deeper, the vinegar takes longer to reach the stuff to begin the reaction again. I have to wonder how long the drain pipe is though? No, I'm not hooked to main sewer. I have a septic tank... somewhere. I expect it would fizz in there, too, and I would hear it, but it would sound different than fizzing in a pipe, and it wouldn't keep getting more distant. Can barely hear it at this point.
If at first you don't succeed, more vinegar I guess, and patience. But... I am excited. This really might be all that was needed. Thankfully I bought way more baking soda than I thought I would need for this, since I wanted extra around for... well... baking. And I vastly overestimated how much vinegar I would need for pickling the eggs, though wanted some extra of that around too. All good. Back to my experiment after a spot of coffee and some music. When I hear something different, then I'll pour the two or three gallons of water I boiled down the tube. Hopefully that will finish clearing the pipes, wash anything extra down, and moderate the vinegar and dissolve the baking soda... or spread it out. Who knows.
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I have been working with the baking soda and vinegar scheme, followed by boiling water. The first attempt was very mild. Not much baking soda would fit down the tube on the tub. The second time was a little better. Finally I was able to get a full cup of the stuff in. Each time followed by vinegar and hot water, boiling or what had just been boiling. It is running a bit better, but that isn't quite enough. I am pretty sure there isn't a way for roots to have torn into the piping, so I'm not really sure what else might be the problem.
The bathroom sink drain seems to be running faster, though, too. Just not all that much faster. In the short test runs I did with it, on the good side, the flow didn't just stop. I have been having to pump the mechanized plug handle, allowing air in, or the drain process would just stop. It might sit for days, as if I was in a hurry to get out, or something else and just left it, water could stay until I pumped it out. I have been trying to remove the plug from the bar mechanism. I've not ever actually done that before... or at least never learned how you are supposed to do it. I would like to run some of this gunk down several other drains... bathroom and kitchen sinks, at least, as well as the tub. Just in case those have separate build-ups, or can attack a main one from different angles. All experimental, you know.
Just following up on an idea I had heard, and then shown, now that I have the materials to tinker. After I finish with that for the day, I might get eggs to boiling and finish pickling the last two half gallon jars of the stuff. My first batch of those should be ready on the 3rd, but I'll wait until the 4th to try one. Over-engineer, then you can coast. Or... that's my theory.
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Another hit on the tub. This time, before adding hot water which I still haven't done, I listened. It sounded like the vinegar and baking soda were still working. Then it fizzled out. I added more vinegar, let it drain, and... it started reacting again, further along. I kept that process up until I needed to sit a bit. A half crouch for an half hour gets to the knees and calves. A bit of a break and I'm going to hit it again, with more vinegar. If need be, I'll add more baking soda. I'll be working this until it seems to have opened up. I supposed, depending on how long your drain pipe is, or how blocked up it is, this process might just take... a while. It sure sounds like the fizzing is moving deeper and deeper, the vinegar takes longer to reach the stuff to begin the reaction again. I have to wonder how long the drain pipe is though? No, I'm not hooked to main sewer. I have a septic tank... somewhere. I expect it would fizz in there, too, and I would hear it, but it would sound different than fizzing in a pipe, and it wouldn't keep getting more distant. Can barely hear it at this point.
If at first you don't succeed, more vinegar I guess, and patience. But... I am excited. This really might be all that was needed. Thankfully I bought way more baking soda than I thought I would need for this, since I wanted extra around for... well... baking. And I vastly overestimated how much vinegar I would need for pickling the eggs, though wanted some extra of that around too. All good. Back to my experiment after a spot of coffee and some music. When I hear something different, then I'll pour the two or three gallons of water I boiled down the tube. Hopefully that will finish clearing the pipes, wash anything extra down, and moderate the vinegar and dissolve the baking soda... or spread it out. Who knows.
Trains?
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I have a trip coming up later in the season. My mind had been focused only on the choice of driving or flying. Flying is out. If I want some ape jostling my junk, at my expense, I'd commit a crime and do the time. Since I am not interested in criminal pursuits or the rough justice from such, I'll stick to driving. However, reading another blog, the idea of taking the train came up. Oh, lots of complaints about surly employees (not so nice as air stewardesses) and this and that. Look, if you are a bedwetter, and are willing to let your body be molested for a smile, go for it. I don't need niceties, I just want to get to my destination. I don't expect much, in any case, and am quite often not surprised. Oddly, though, I am often more surprised, and in a better way, than bedwetters who think they can buy genuine kindness, or... whatever. It's not for sale. Sometimes someone offers you that, but it isn't because of their paycheck, it's because they see something in you. Maybe that you aren't a bedwetter?
Anyway... So I went digging. Can't sleep innit. I didn't have great hopes. It would be a long trip. As it turns, the trip would be much longer. No direct path, not even three. Back through California, then on to Texas? Worse. It wouldn't be three segments, more like eight or nine. Not all of it a train ride, some of bus. Bus? Not a chance. A bus, in some parts of the MidWest, maybe. But not through California. Thank you, Compton! Wait, Compton is now Mexican. Anyway, no buses. That's out.
However, I haven't really seen California. Not that I would go anytime soon. But perhaps, if the drought breaks, before Alaska? Maybe. And a train might be the way to do it. It would save on vehicle use. The trip is long enough that a room, with private shower and toilet, would be a consideration. Renting a car there, or maybe researching other means of transport while there... cost and difficulty comparisons would take place before that decision would be made. I have no interest in going East on the train... Hmm, then again, maybe a trip back to old home, to see my mother before I go? I'm almost sure she might pick me up, or... again... I could rent a buggy for a few days. Wouldn't stay long. Not my way anymore.
Just the notion that trains exist offer another consideration for things I thought might be out of reach. I don't need someone to bring me a pillow and blanket. I don't care if someone sneaks a cig in the john, I don't care if the conductor is some Jane who thinks she is a G.I. Don't care, so long as when I get to point A, they take me to point B. I'm a big boy, stopped wetting the bed when my bladder joined me in growing up. Dang kids, anyway. The one thing, though, finding a price... they just aren't coughing that up. I'll try again. But it's looking like I would have to enter all data, and maybe card, first. Not going to happen. Will just call if all else online fails.
Might be bedtime. Getting grumpy enough. Love that edge though, it's what keeps me going. Good night, I hope.
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Hmm? Well, this time, though to a single destination, the prices popped before I was asked to enter any information. I suppose when people see how many hitches in the ride on long distances they simply dump the plan? Anyway, from here to San Fran, Fisherman's Wharf (typical tourist area, but a safe start point for a noob, from which to escape after some research), with a private room both ways, $300. Not bad. Saves on gas plus a room. Gas alone would be more, and a room for both up and back would be in the $200 range. So... yeah... maybe... A three day trip, for example... mid-week so as to cut down on some of the tourist clusterfuckage... one could hope. But only if the place gets water before I leave to Alaska. Hmm... maybe winter though, either way?
Just trying to cross some things off of an odd to-do list. Must have been in Cali at one time, or how did I get into Tijuana? I know I was there, but totally don't remember Cali. Was in Cali, once, for a day, for my brothers wedding, but didn't have time to do any looking. Other than the whole place seemed like one big city, until far enough away.
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Someone still shows me what they think might help me along my path. As I fail to sleep, someone... through viewing, showed me to this. Yeah, it might help at that.
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I have a trip coming up later in the season. My mind had been focused only on the choice of driving or flying. Flying is out. If I want some ape jostling my junk, at my expense, I'd commit a crime and do the time. Since I am not interested in criminal pursuits or the rough justice from such, I'll stick to driving. However, reading another blog, the idea of taking the train came up. Oh, lots of complaints about surly employees (not so nice as air stewardesses) and this and that. Look, if you are a bedwetter, and are willing to let your body be molested for a smile, go for it. I don't need niceties, I just want to get to my destination. I don't expect much, in any case, and am quite often not surprised. Oddly, though, I am often more surprised, and in a better way, than bedwetters who think they can buy genuine kindness, or... whatever. It's not for sale. Sometimes someone offers you that, but it isn't because of their paycheck, it's because they see something in you. Maybe that you aren't a bedwetter?
Anyway... So I went digging. Can't sleep innit. I didn't have great hopes. It would be a long trip. As it turns, the trip would be much longer. No direct path, not even three. Back through California, then on to Texas? Worse. It wouldn't be three segments, more like eight or nine. Not all of it a train ride, some of bus. Bus? Not a chance. A bus, in some parts of the MidWest, maybe. But not through California. Thank you, Compton! Wait, Compton is now Mexican. Anyway, no buses. That's out.
However, I haven't really seen California. Not that I would go anytime soon. But perhaps, if the drought breaks, before Alaska? Maybe. And a train might be the way to do it. It would save on vehicle use. The trip is long enough that a room, with private shower and toilet, would be a consideration. Renting a car there, or maybe researching other means of transport while there... cost and difficulty comparisons would take place before that decision would be made. I have no interest in going East on the train... Hmm, then again, maybe a trip back to old home, to see my mother before I go? I'm almost sure she might pick me up, or... again... I could rent a buggy for a few days. Wouldn't stay long. Not my way anymore.
Just the notion that trains exist offer another consideration for things I thought might be out of reach. I don't need someone to bring me a pillow and blanket. I don't care if someone sneaks a cig in the john, I don't care if the conductor is some Jane who thinks she is a G.I. Don't care, so long as when I get to point A, they take me to point B. I'm a big boy, stopped wetting the bed when my bladder joined me in growing up. Dang kids, anyway. The one thing, though, finding a price... they just aren't coughing that up. I'll try again. But it's looking like I would have to enter all data, and maybe card, first. Not going to happen. Will just call if all else online fails.
Might be bedtime. Getting grumpy enough. Love that edge though, it's what keeps me going. Good night, I hope.
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Hmm? Well, this time, though to a single destination, the prices popped before I was asked to enter any information. I suppose when people see how many hitches in the ride on long distances they simply dump the plan? Anyway, from here to San Fran, Fisherman's Wharf (typical tourist area, but a safe start point for a noob, from which to escape after some research), with a private room both ways, $300. Not bad. Saves on gas plus a room. Gas alone would be more, and a room for both up and back would be in the $200 range. So... yeah... maybe... A three day trip, for example... mid-week so as to cut down on some of the tourist clusterfuckage... one could hope. But only if the place gets water before I leave to Alaska. Hmm... maybe winter though, either way?
Just trying to cross some things off of an odd to-do list. Must have been in Cali at one time, or how did I get into Tijuana? I know I was there, but totally don't remember Cali. Was in Cali, once, for a day, for my brothers wedding, but didn't have time to do any looking. Other than the whole place seemed like one big city, until far enough away.
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Someone still shows me what they think might help me along my path. As I fail to sleep, someone... through viewing, showed me to this. Yeah, it might help at that.
Sleep just won't happen.
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Can't make it, no way to push it. Yesterday, or the night before, I stayed in bed for four hours before surrendering and just... staying up until sleep found me. Not going to do that tonight. Beds, to me, are as uncomfortable as hospitals, as tombs. Even though I cooled things off, it just doesn't matter. Thoughts, you know. Haunts from recent dreams... from life... from death... can see them more clearly when I rest, even if I can't sleep. Especially when I cannot sleep. Sometimes they play havoc on sleep, though I'm not sure that is the case now. Just the weather, perhaps I didn't work enough today, though each may play some part.
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Can't make it, no way to push it. Yesterday, or the night before, I stayed in bed for four hours before surrendering and just... staying up until sleep found me. Not going to do that tonight. Beds, to me, are as uncomfortable as hospitals, as tombs. Even though I cooled things off, it just doesn't matter. Thoughts, you know. Haunts from recent dreams... from life... from death... can see them more clearly when I rest, even if I can't sleep. Especially when I cannot sleep. Sometimes they play havoc on sleep, though I'm not sure that is the case now. Just the weather, perhaps I didn't work enough today, though each may play some part.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Out earlier than I thought.
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It does seem the walking dead have taken up driving. Yeah, holiday, but... speed limit! Gah! Never mind. Then again, ahead of me someone driving 15 miles under the limit with someone riding my bumper behind. Of course. No way to pass, for me. The car behind me had many chances. I made it to town without blood letting. Just cranked the stereo.
I called first, didn't want to go if my friend had already found some other way to town. Though... today... maybe. I really wanted to get fresh eggs, baking soda, and check the sale at the sporting goods store. He did want to go and hadn't found a ride. Didn't seem all that happy to see me, but that's fine. Sort of sullen. I have been busy, haven't been stopping in much, but the weather is too cold and wet for him to like to be out, I have been busy as noted, and such. I think there is something else though too. Not sure which, blog or real life either, might have got him in a snoot. He'll either tell me, sooner or later, or not.
I couldn't find anything I wanted, other than some things not really on my list, for there. The price was quite good, from where else I have looked, so I bought six 10 pound Olympic weights. I used to have four, but they have disappeared. Must make great anchors? Anyway, I was just going to buy four, but then remember that four was always a bit shy. If I begin using a set on each dumbbell, that is that. The extra pair means, if I need 10 pounds on two other bars, I can use the tens and four fives. usually I would have enough to much around. I like adding a very specific weight as I am working things up, and adjusting to a felt resistance want. It's a bit of trial and error, but with some decent guestimating going in. Flexibility is key. I got six, and really nice ones (not by brand, by function... hand holes for ease of picking up!), for the price I would have paid for just four at the next best priced place I found.
I was hoping for a bench, and stands, that can hold 1k. Their sales were good enough that I might have been willing to buy those ahead of time. Otherwise, as is the case, I will wait until I am doing two sets of 200 pounds benching before moving up. That is the limit of my current setup. Not if, when. Hopefully later this summer to mid winter. Christmas present? Maybe. Cheaper than the camera!
Then I just took my friend home. He didn't seem to need or want anything else. I even offered to cover something he seemed to want but was short regarding (until he could get to the bank). Nope! So, I just took him on home and went on about my business. More fruit was an add I hadn't intended. Eggs, milk, baking soda, and a few other things made it to the cart. I am really watching what I buy, and buying only what I am sure I can use, or mostly use. Fruit is... tricky. Sometimes it will last three days, sometimes eight or nine. You never know. Three or four apples, oranges, and grapefruit this time. I try to mix it up, but there aren't that many easy to clean and eat fruits, really. I'm just not into mucking around slicing up watermelon or cantaloupe, or messing with seeds inside something, or... Simple. Keep it simple. Wash, maybe, then put in a basket. Pick up later, and just eat or peel and eat. Easy.
Not much done today, but a bit. I might do a few last things this evening. Since I'll be letting the girls crowd in tonight, I best turn the furnace off. Oh, had another late teen to 20 something like my hair. At first I couldn't tell if he was hating, or being weird, or what. I did something, and it almost spooked him into offering the compliment. I really thought about suggesting he just surprise everyone and go get it, or something like in more to his liking. It's essentially a flat (but long, just kept/swept back) mohawk, with a high pony tail, and a secondary band near the middle of the pony tail. I didn't, but I should have. Might have gotten in serious trouble, but that, my friend, is how you learn. If you can take it, and do so, understand you best be able, and willing, to keep it, take the pain, and even lose it. That IS life. Even on these little detail things. Fourth compliment from a younger man on this particular 'do'. Not why I do it, mind you, or for dames. I do it because it is how I like it, it is cool (literally, with the side venting), and yet I keep some longer hair. It's not style, or social, it just works.
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It does seem the walking dead have taken up driving. Yeah, holiday, but... speed limit! Gah! Never mind. Then again, ahead of me someone driving 15 miles under the limit with someone riding my bumper behind. Of course. No way to pass, for me. The car behind me had many chances. I made it to town without blood letting. Just cranked the stereo.
I called first, didn't want to go if my friend had already found some other way to town. Though... today... maybe. I really wanted to get fresh eggs, baking soda, and check the sale at the sporting goods store. He did want to go and hadn't found a ride. Didn't seem all that happy to see me, but that's fine. Sort of sullen. I have been busy, haven't been stopping in much, but the weather is too cold and wet for him to like to be out, I have been busy as noted, and such. I think there is something else though too. Not sure which, blog or real life either, might have got him in a snoot. He'll either tell me, sooner or later, or not.
I couldn't find anything I wanted, other than some things not really on my list, for there. The price was quite good, from where else I have looked, so I bought six 10 pound Olympic weights. I used to have four, but they have disappeared. Must make great anchors? Anyway, I was just going to buy four, but then remember that four was always a bit shy. If I begin using a set on each dumbbell, that is that. The extra pair means, if I need 10 pounds on two other bars, I can use the tens and four fives. usually I would have enough to much around. I like adding a very specific weight as I am working things up, and adjusting to a felt resistance want. It's a bit of trial and error, but with some decent guestimating going in. Flexibility is key. I got six, and really nice ones (not by brand, by function... hand holes for ease of picking up!), for the price I would have paid for just four at the next best priced place I found.
I was hoping for a bench, and stands, that can hold 1k. Their sales were good enough that I might have been willing to buy those ahead of time. Otherwise, as is the case, I will wait until I am doing two sets of 200 pounds benching before moving up. That is the limit of my current setup. Not if, when. Hopefully later this summer to mid winter. Christmas present? Maybe. Cheaper than the camera!
Then I just took my friend home. He didn't seem to need or want anything else. I even offered to cover something he seemed to want but was short regarding (until he could get to the bank). Nope! So, I just took him on home and went on about my business. More fruit was an add I hadn't intended. Eggs, milk, baking soda, and a few other things made it to the cart. I am really watching what I buy, and buying only what I am sure I can use, or mostly use. Fruit is... tricky. Sometimes it will last three days, sometimes eight or nine. You never know. Three or four apples, oranges, and grapefruit this time. I try to mix it up, but there aren't that many easy to clean and eat fruits, really. I'm just not into mucking around slicing up watermelon or cantaloupe, or messing with seeds inside something, or... Simple. Keep it simple. Wash, maybe, then put in a basket. Pick up later, and just eat or peel and eat. Easy.
Not much done today, but a bit. I might do a few last things this evening. Since I'll be letting the girls crowd in tonight, I best turn the furnace off. Oh, had another late teen to 20 something like my hair. At first I couldn't tell if he was hating, or being weird, or what. I did something, and it almost spooked him into offering the compliment. I really thought about suggesting he just surprise everyone and go get it, or something like in more to his liking. It's essentially a flat (but long, just kept/swept back) mohawk, with a high pony tail, and a secondary band near the middle of the pony tail. I didn't, but I should have. Might have gotten in serious trouble, but that, my friend, is how you learn. If you can take it, and do so, understand you best be able, and willing, to keep it, take the pain, and even lose it. That IS life. Even on these little detail things. Fourth compliment from a younger man on this particular 'do'. Not why I do it, mind you, or for dames. I do it because it is how I like it, it is cool (literally, with the side venting), and yet I keep some longer hair. It's not style, or social, it just works.
More reading.
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I'm into the second of the 'End' books... the three set series about the end of the world, a collection of short stories, though split up, often with authors coming back to finish their first story, and hopefully go on. Some of the stories are typical leftist tripe, not to be bothered with. Others are typically set for secular notions, most of which I don't read either. If the story is ethnic, but follows well, I'm cool with it. Or if it is typical city dweller, but isn't preachy, I can handle it. Some are way out, but excellent for it. Many of the stories have been quite readable.
As it turns out, one of my favorite authros is also a twitch. From the name, the author could have been male or female. Even from reading, I couldn't be absolutely sure. Still, in my mind... I was all but sure it was a woman. The type of woman who might be the type of person I could almost call friend, if all things... were squared. It's very difficult to actually be friends with women. There has to be a mutual set of interests, some sort of par, and then an appreciative disinterest in some areas. With crosswinds and time edging this and that, it can be... possibly... impossible. Anyway, she would be one of the types I would like to have the possibility of calling friend. Some one to hang with and chat with about... if the two short stories (if in series) are any indication.
Then again, the author might be a tweaky guy. I have a couple of cousins like that. Sort of dangerous to have as friends. Not because they would purposefully hurt, but that they have only air between their ears at times. I've befriended some number of those sorts in the past, always on quota though. Only so much madness at once. And theirs and mine totaled about as much as possible, with any others to be included in the club required to be sane, or at least to only be insane when cousin/friend and self were fully grounded.
Had to look up the author. Sure enough, though, a woman. I like the jib of her jab, I do. While I might like some of the other stories for this or that reason, her rhymes of prose are fascinatingly loose. Not hinged, not capped, but smart and functional in a very odd way. Oh, yes, I... understand these things, in my own way. While I do think she is half crazy, I also see that her insanity has a beauty and purpose to it. I really enjoy reading her material. Ah, yes, the look-up. She even has... the look I was expecting. Though she... looks like she can doll up too. Anywho... From this, I'll probably check out some of her other works. There are other authors I like, might do profiles on a few others as well. I just hope, in her other stuff, she doesn't take that creativity and try to preach unGod, or anti-Man, or such. A flower, a tree, a thought, a man, a woman... these things should remain unmolested by modern depravities. They are quite fine, good according to the highest authority, at least in the origins. This woman has a way of reminding me of some of the origin, in some odd way.
Ah, right... something or other and later. Too tired to reread what I wrote. Tried to check what I wrote, while I wrote, but that is all the editing that gets... for now.
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I'm into the second of the 'End' books... the three set series about the end of the world, a collection of short stories, though split up, often with authors coming back to finish their first story, and hopefully go on. Some of the stories are typical leftist tripe, not to be bothered with. Others are typically set for secular notions, most of which I don't read either. If the story is ethnic, but follows well, I'm cool with it. Or if it is typical city dweller, but isn't preachy, I can handle it. Some are way out, but excellent for it. Many of the stories have been quite readable.
As it turns out, one of my favorite authros is also a twitch. From the name, the author could have been male or female. Even from reading, I couldn't be absolutely sure. Still, in my mind... I was all but sure it was a woman. The type of woman who might be the type of person I could almost call friend, if all things... were squared. It's very difficult to actually be friends with women. There has to be a mutual set of interests, some sort of par, and then an appreciative disinterest in some areas. With crosswinds and time edging this and that, it can be... possibly... impossible. Anyway, she would be one of the types I would like to have the possibility of calling friend. Some one to hang with and chat with about... if the two short stories (if in series) are any indication.
Then again, the author might be a tweaky guy. I have a couple of cousins like that. Sort of dangerous to have as friends. Not because they would purposefully hurt, but that they have only air between their ears at times. I've befriended some number of those sorts in the past, always on quota though. Only so much madness at once. And theirs and mine totaled about as much as possible, with any others to be included in the club required to be sane, or at least to only be insane when cousin/friend and self were fully grounded.
Had to look up the author. Sure enough, though, a woman. I like the jib of her jab, I do. While I might like some of the other stories for this or that reason, her rhymes of prose are fascinatingly loose. Not hinged, not capped, but smart and functional in a very odd way. Oh, yes, I... understand these things, in my own way. While I do think she is half crazy, I also see that her insanity has a beauty and purpose to it. I really enjoy reading her material. Ah, yes, the look-up. She even has... the look I was expecting. Though she... looks like she can doll up too. Anywho... From this, I'll probably check out some of her other works. There are other authors I like, might do profiles on a few others as well. I just hope, in her other stuff, she doesn't take that creativity and try to preach unGod, or anti-Man, or such. A flower, a tree, a thought, a man, a woman... these things should remain unmolested by modern depravities. They are quite fine, good according to the highest authority, at least in the origins. This woman has a way of reminding me of some of the origin, in some odd way.
Ah, right... something or other and later. Too tired to reread what I wrote. Tried to check what I wrote, while I wrote, but that is all the editing that gets... for now.
A hangover?
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At first, as I struggled to wake this morning, only from 8:00 to 10:00 but it seemed like a week, I felt horrible. I was able to get up a time or two, but not stay up. Getting to sleep was a bear, if I figured out why... part of why. The heat was up to 72 and the door was open. Usually I remember to turn the furnace, essentially, off for the night. For me, trying to sleep in that heat is difficult. Anyway, while waking, I felt horrible. I had to struggle for memory, placement, and the rest. Then I wondered if I had gotten into a bottle of something last night? Hmm, I am almost sure I am completely out of libations, or near enough. It sure felt like a hangover. Ah! I finally caught it. Two days without meds... Friday and Saturday... especially insulin stuff, then starting up pretty much full blast, will do that. Never mind. I was a good boy, I just messed up and am paying for it.
I did a good deal of work yesterday. Small stuff. Well, over the weekend really. Dishes, cooking and cleaning up after that, sweeping, vacuuming, picking up a few areas, cleaning the bathroom in pieces and parts, lots of little things. I also read three or four short stories. A light work but full weekend. But I hadn't taken the trash out. That is why I was trying so hard to wake. I didn't remember right away, couldn't remember much. Still having fuzz across the memory screen behind the eyes. Not a clear day for it. Finally, though, I got to it. All trash, easily baggable, bagged and taken out, then the bin to the curb. As I looked up and down the street, I realized something else. Memorial Day, I have great doubts that trash will be picked up. Ah well, I have it out there for tomorrow anyway. I might even clear a bit more away, among other chores, today.
And, mostly, today will be another lighter day. I might even get a bath in. I'm really starting to like those baths. Though I am starting to wonder if the oil will clog up the drain. I need to do some research on that. Drains, here, are slow from time to time. It might be occasional clogs, it might be a lack of venting, it might be something else. With the cave coming together, I might begin having a plumber come in for this or that, an electrician for this or that, watch and ask while at it, and take care of a few things that have been bugging me. For now, I can investigate this topic, worrying about the rest at another time. I am hoping to leave this place in better shape than I found it, even if it doesn't sell.
I don't have a headache with the hangover feeling. And I was able to eat some grain type mash, a brot, and a toss of sprouts for breakfast... but barely. Butterfly stomach, and a sense of dehydration, is the main problem. I'll... get over it. Besides, I have things to do. But I'm going to spend some time waking, this morning, as a first thi... second thi... third thing. Trash out then breakfast already. Memory is fuzzy this morning. Bleh.
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At first, as I struggled to wake this morning, only from 8:00 to 10:00 but it seemed like a week, I felt horrible. I was able to get up a time or two, but not stay up. Getting to sleep was a bear, if I figured out why... part of why. The heat was up to 72 and the door was open. Usually I remember to turn the furnace, essentially, off for the night. For me, trying to sleep in that heat is difficult. Anyway, while waking, I felt horrible. I had to struggle for memory, placement, and the rest. Then I wondered if I had gotten into a bottle of something last night? Hmm, I am almost sure I am completely out of libations, or near enough. It sure felt like a hangover. Ah! I finally caught it. Two days without meds... Friday and Saturday... especially insulin stuff, then starting up pretty much full blast, will do that. Never mind. I was a good boy, I just messed up and am paying for it.
I did a good deal of work yesterday. Small stuff. Well, over the weekend really. Dishes, cooking and cleaning up after that, sweeping, vacuuming, picking up a few areas, cleaning the bathroom in pieces and parts, lots of little things. I also read three or four short stories. A light work but full weekend. But I hadn't taken the trash out. That is why I was trying so hard to wake. I didn't remember right away, couldn't remember much. Still having fuzz across the memory screen behind the eyes. Not a clear day for it. Finally, though, I got to it. All trash, easily baggable, bagged and taken out, then the bin to the curb. As I looked up and down the street, I realized something else. Memorial Day, I have great doubts that trash will be picked up. Ah well, I have it out there for tomorrow anyway. I might even clear a bit more away, among other chores, today.
And, mostly, today will be another lighter day. I might even get a bath in. I'm really starting to like those baths. Though I am starting to wonder if the oil will clog up the drain. I need to do some research on that. Drains, here, are slow from time to time. It might be occasional clogs, it might be a lack of venting, it might be something else. With the cave coming together, I might begin having a plumber come in for this or that, an electrician for this or that, watch and ask while at it, and take care of a few things that have been bugging me. For now, I can investigate this topic, worrying about the rest at another time. I am hoping to leave this place in better shape than I found it, even if it doesn't sell.
I don't have a headache with the hangover feeling. And I was able to eat some grain type mash, a brot, and a toss of sprouts for breakfast... but barely. Butterfly stomach, and a sense of dehydration, is the main problem. I'll... get over it. Besides, I have things to do. But I'm going to spend some time waking, this morning, as a first thi... second thi... third thing. Trash out then breakfast already. Memory is fuzzy this morning. Bleh.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
It'll end on a good note.
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Whatever the problem or problems was or were, they have faded through the day. I'm not even particularly tired. I still have the dishes to finish, which I might get to shortly. While I was out turning the bean sprout mix, I remembered that the floor could use being swept and hit it. Dinner arrived not long after that. It was quite good. Oh, yeah, I realize I haven't been eating either, at least today. After dinner I vacuumed the living room. It needed it already. I ought to get through runners for in there. I used to have them, but... yeah. Used them for burning man then never got all that arranged back. The plastic runners just aren't very good. Or I don't like them. Then again, I didn't like the carpet type runners either. I might be able to find something that will work. I'll put the notion on my short to medium term research to purchase list.
I am a bit worn from the day. Not that I've done a lot, just the bit I did with the rest of the weak has added up. I should be able to sleep well enough tonight, and possibly earlier. I'd like to keep days. If not, though, I'll just keep rolling with whatever comes my way. Fighting it is a losing battle, usually, and degrades me much worse than just going with it, at least at this time. Tomorrow I would like to finish rigging the boat, or give it a good shot. Any parts that were not available I could go searching for, order if I find them, and sort of be about ready to take her out as soon as everything is rigged. Just solo a few times, at least, until I know what I am doing, have an idea about how the kayak handles and what I can do with her, perhaps getting an idea of how I might like other paddlers to work. But I will really want that sun shade up, rain canopy if the weather keeps up.
I still have to finish the living room, a few pieces of furniture need to be returned, some things won't be coming back. I have to figure out where to put the stuff I am definitely tossing though. There isn't enough room in the garage, as is. The door to the closest shed is too small. I'm not even sure I can get the some of the things onto the back porch, otherwise I think there is enough room out there for two bigger pieces. The rest can go into the shed. I think... That will open some serious space, getting some things out of the way entirely. Hmm... but I know I want to clean and clear the back porch too. Bleh. I'll... figure it out.
After the living room, instead of taking the week off, since it's a short week and Monday is otherwise indisposed, I'll probably just hit my bedroom. That's going to be a hard, cold, long, rough slog. Worse then this, the computer room, because of some larger furniture. The bed, a large dresser, well... and just having been used as an ogre's sleeping quarters, and den, for so long. Yeah, that's going to be a mess. Hmm... best not return the furnishings to the living room. I can put my bed in the spot that is empty, and still have room to get the dresser out. The rest of the stuff can go in the kitchen where the stuff from the living room used to be.
Yeah... I'm getting there. I would say later, but I think it's more like good night. I'll be up for a while, just nothing more to post. Good night.
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Whatever the problem or problems was or were, they have faded through the day. I'm not even particularly tired. I still have the dishes to finish, which I might get to shortly. While I was out turning the bean sprout mix, I remembered that the floor could use being swept and hit it. Dinner arrived not long after that. It was quite good. Oh, yeah, I realize I haven't been eating either, at least today. After dinner I vacuumed the living room. It needed it already. I ought to get through runners for in there. I used to have them, but... yeah. Used them for burning man then never got all that arranged back. The plastic runners just aren't very good. Or I don't like them. Then again, I didn't like the carpet type runners either. I might be able to find something that will work. I'll put the notion on my short to medium term research to purchase list.
I am a bit worn from the day. Not that I've done a lot, just the bit I did with the rest of the weak has added up. I should be able to sleep well enough tonight, and possibly earlier. I'd like to keep days. If not, though, I'll just keep rolling with whatever comes my way. Fighting it is a losing battle, usually, and degrades me much worse than just going with it, at least at this time. Tomorrow I would like to finish rigging the boat, or give it a good shot. Any parts that were not available I could go searching for, order if I find them, and sort of be about ready to take her out as soon as everything is rigged. Just solo a few times, at least, until I know what I am doing, have an idea about how the kayak handles and what I can do with her, perhaps getting an idea of how I might like other paddlers to work. But I will really want that sun shade up, rain canopy if the weather keeps up.
I still have to finish the living room, a few pieces of furniture need to be returned, some things won't be coming back. I have to figure out where to put the stuff I am definitely tossing though. There isn't enough room in the garage, as is. The door to the closest shed is too small. I'm not even sure I can get the some of the things onto the back porch, otherwise I think there is enough room out there for two bigger pieces. The rest can go into the shed. I think... That will open some serious space, getting some things out of the way entirely. Hmm... but I know I want to clean and clear the back porch too. Bleh. I'll... figure it out.
After the living room, instead of taking the week off, since it's a short week and Monday is otherwise indisposed, I'll probably just hit my bedroom. That's going to be a hard, cold, long, rough slog. Worse then this, the computer room, because of some larger furniture. The bed, a large dresser, well... and just having been used as an ogre's sleeping quarters, and den, for so long. Yeah, that's going to be a mess. Hmm... best not return the furnishings to the living room. I can put my bed in the spot that is empty, and still have room to get the dresser out. The rest of the stuff can go in the kitchen where the stuff from the living room used to be.
Yeah... I'm getting there. I would say later, but I think it's more like good night. I'll be up for a while, just nothing more to post. Good night.
Didn't feel like it.
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Cloudy days are starting to become a bummer. Working every day, to a larger or smaller degree, is becoming a load. As I got around to medicine today, I saw that I missed Friday night and all of Saturday, and yes I believe I could feel it this time. Not always, sometimes worse or better, this time I feel it in a middling way. So I took medicine for today. It's been, probably, about a month since I missed a single dose. Gonna happen. Coffee, I believe, is what I had thought to go out there to get. No, it was while thinking about taking a shower.
I didn't want to take a shower. What else was on my list? Well, with the alfalfa sprouts finished, and in a container in the fridge, I thought about starting a mix of bean sprouts. I just didn't want to do that. And, there, right in front of me... dishes. It seemed like a huge pile, plus a big pot from eggs and a big bowl from... who knows now. I just didn't want to do any of the list. I didn't want to... do anything. Sleep? Can't. Blog? Why? Browse the faux news? Nah.
So... I got the beans to soak, then did a bit around the kitchen. Not much. Just what I used to accuse women of toodling around. This, that, the other thing, but nothing organized. Almost more of a nervous twitch thing. Then I did work my way up to doing the dishes, which are now in a hot rinse. Then a shower. I really wasn't up to a bath. Feeling like it, or not, just isn't a part of the equation. Being tired isn't a reason to not do anything. Honestly, I feel neither better or worse, physically. I do feel better of mind, or maybe will. I simply don't feel much right now. Not even coffee is breaking through the fuzz. No matter, I got my list checked off, I do believe. I don't do that for feelings, I do it because that is what there is to do, and... for the moment... I can.
Ugh. It's an ugly day. Not really bad. The dream... it was a good dream. The bad part was having to return from it. Not as bad as the return from a definite death, the one I remember. My body doesn't hurt like it did then. Or, I am used to it now. But the emotional sense of returning here from there is the same. I'll keep going, checking off the list, doing the chores, putting in the effort, moving right along, until I work my way out of this. Sometimes it is all there is. Just stopping, I assure you, does you no favors. Well, on to... something. But with the sense that I have done what I planned even through the worst hit in a while.
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Cloudy days are starting to become a bummer. Working every day, to a larger or smaller degree, is becoming a load. As I got around to medicine today, I saw that I missed Friday night and all of Saturday, and yes I believe I could feel it this time. Not always, sometimes worse or better, this time I feel it in a middling way. So I took medicine for today. It's been, probably, about a month since I missed a single dose. Gonna happen. Coffee, I believe, is what I had thought to go out there to get. No, it was while thinking about taking a shower.
I didn't want to take a shower. What else was on my list? Well, with the alfalfa sprouts finished, and in a container in the fridge, I thought about starting a mix of bean sprouts. I just didn't want to do that. And, there, right in front of me... dishes. It seemed like a huge pile, plus a big pot from eggs and a big bowl from... who knows now. I just didn't want to do any of the list. I didn't want to... do anything. Sleep? Can't. Blog? Why? Browse the faux news? Nah.
So... I got the beans to soak, then did a bit around the kitchen. Not much. Just what I used to accuse women of toodling around. This, that, the other thing, but nothing organized. Almost more of a nervous twitch thing. Then I did work my way up to doing the dishes, which are now in a hot rinse. Then a shower. I really wasn't up to a bath. Feeling like it, or not, just isn't a part of the equation. Being tired isn't a reason to not do anything. Honestly, I feel neither better or worse, physically. I do feel better of mind, or maybe will. I simply don't feel much right now. Not even coffee is breaking through the fuzz. No matter, I got my list checked off, I do believe. I don't do that for feelings, I do it because that is what there is to do, and... for the moment... I can.
Ugh. It's an ugly day. Not really bad. The dream... it was a good dream. The bad part was having to return from it. Not as bad as the return from a definite death, the one I remember. My body doesn't hurt like it did then. Or, I am used to it now. But the emotional sense of returning here from there is the same. I'll keep going, checking off the list, doing the chores, putting in the effort, moving right along, until I work my way out of this. Sometimes it is all there is. Just stopping, I assure you, does you no favors. Well, on to... something. But with the sense that I have done what I planned even through the worst hit in a while.
A nap was required.
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For the last three or four days, fairly often, I was going to bed late as I did last night, and waking up late. The cool from showers, lack of sun, and pushing, were all shifting my schedule. Not that I cared, so long as I was able to work when I woke. While it might not seem as if I was hitting my targets. I didn't have the kitchen absolutely finished when I had planned, or the living room, that isn't quite what it seems. It wasn't so much that I was moving slow, it was that there was a lot more involved than initially calculated, and what work was involved was... being the first time I did such as a project, underestimated in it's magnitude. I pushed, a couple of nights, right on into the morning to finish things. Well, and how much time... floors, whether mopped or steam cleaned, need to dry... and other such... really through off my notions. Anyway, my day has been shifting.
I have held up surprisingly well through most of the gloom this spring. Too busy to notice, often, unless it caused trouble for an exact task or play event. Even then, I merely rerouted my efforts for one thing into another. It has hit me a few times, usually after a major push, while I have been on the downswing from that, and on a rest day. I think, actually, what woke me so early was simply the sun. It went under, at least partly, within the hour... but did green up the alfalfa a bit, and beside waking me, offered me a bit of cheer. It is coming out now, again, perhaps just for a bit? Still, that morning wake shook up my recent schedule. A nap was necessary. I knew that after having been awake just an hour, but I pushed it until past 11:00.
I dreamed, in the nap, of a time when I was a child. Some farm, probably near Dickens, Iowa, if I had to guess. Before... almost anything. I was probably about three, in the dream. There were no people in the dream, including myself. There was not action, save viewing the world. I know it was me, the viewer had my psychic fingerprint. It was a seemingly cool, relatively (for Iowa) dry, late morning or early afternoon, probably in early summer. Must have rained recently to cool the place off as it felt, but not so recently that humidity lingered. I don't know if I was sitting in a chair, or on a hammock or maybe a trampoline. I just know I was comfortable, resting nicely, no stress strain or wounds. I was looking up, into the sky. Watching the cottonseed trees off in the distance, and big, huge really, billowing white clouds drift by. No threat from the clouds, of rain. Just shade. I don't know how long the dream went on, but it seemed most of the (in dream) morning to before it started getting dark, before we were called in for supper too.
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For the last three or four days, fairly often, I was going to bed late as I did last night, and waking up late. The cool from showers, lack of sun, and pushing, were all shifting my schedule. Not that I cared, so long as I was able to work when I woke. While it might not seem as if I was hitting my targets. I didn't have the kitchen absolutely finished when I had planned, or the living room, that isn't quite what it seems. It wasn't so much that I was moving slow, it was that there was a lot more involved than initially calculated, and what work was involved was... being the first time I did such as a project, underestimated in it's magnitude. I pushed, a couple of nights, right on into the morning to finish things. Well, and how much time... floors, whether mopped or steam cleaned, need to dry... and other such... really through off my notions. Anyway, my day has been shifting.
I have held up surprisingly well through most of the gloom this spring. Too busy to notice, often, unless it caused trouble for an exact task or play event. Even then, I merely rerouted my efforts for one thing into another. It has hit me a few times, usually after a major push, while I have been on the downswing from that, and on a rest day. I think, actually, what woke me so early was simply the sun. It went under, at least partly, within the hour... but did green up the alfalfa a bit, and beside waking me, offered me a bit of cheer. It is coming out now, again, perhaps just for a bit? Still, that morning wake shook up my recent schedule. A nap was necessary. I knew that after having been awake just an hour, but I pushed it until past 11:00.
Haven't seen that in a while.
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Nothing too fancy, unless you haven't seen it in a while. The sun. My day has been creeping to later in the day, my morning has been heading to noon and past actually. I didn't get to bed until nearly 2:00 last night. I wasn't expecting to wake until north of noon. With the sun out I actually woke right around 7:00. Yeah, it makes a difference. The sun looks to be going back under the clouds. Ah well. I did put the sprouts in the sun, right when I woke, hoping to get them to green up a bit more. I'll leave them in the possibility of light until noon, then cap them and put them away in the refrigerator. They have done what they can do for growth and greening otherwise.
I did pickle the eggs, finally. I did a bit of final research on pickled eggs. Some say you have to refrigerate those. Which doesn't match up with my knowledge at all. So I looked at the debate. It seems some people cut the vinegar with water, so... yeah. I didn't cut the vinegar. Still, I will, after pickling a jar of them, stick them in the fridge for ten days before putting them in the basement for storage. Once pickled, I consider them safe at room temp, even when opened. Your mileage may vary, but I was raised eating those at room temp, probably not refrigerated even during the pickling process. I put up the mash, I like letting that cool down to as close to room temp as I have time and patience. I just don't like heating up the fridge. I didn't get to dishes though. Just not enough battery life left when I finally finished those other things, and while I waited for the cooling.
Ah, my leaving, I have decided, might seem like a drama thing. And, I can see why. While, as when with women in the past, and let out that I would be going, it must seem like drama. It takes a while for me to actually gear up and get out. I start talking, or in this case writing, about it far in advance. Fair warning, is all, and I am in the condition I am in. It takes a while for me to shift direction, gain speed, and then sail away. That's not drama, that's just how it works. I haven't even quite slowed, in the ship analogy, to even quite begin turning. It isn't that I am still making up my mind, it's more that it just takes a long time. The decision has been made, it is merely a matter of getting all the ducks in a row, and starting from the start, I must slow the momentum that had carried me to this place and time. Drama? Please. Drama would be disappearing in the night. Which might end up happening, if the conditions get too stark, too fast. Yeah, it's possible, just not preferable.
Dreams, again. Big, bold, hard. I don't remember enough to know if they were harsh, good, or other. The only thing that comes to mind when I try to recall is the notion of a massive thunderstorm, or being in extremely heavy seas. A bit bleak, but powerful, and perhaps beautiful in a terrible way. I am almost sure I wish I could remember more. Nightmares and struggles, with life and mind and will tested, are among my favorite dreams. Especially if they hurt my feelings. Those make me think, rethink, solidify, and possibly change or allow something for consideration on rare occasions. Though, I suppose, just normal dreams can be interesting to contemplate. More like finding patterns in a cracked window, spider web, or watching the sun come up... knowing no two will ever quite be exactly alike. I was probably just a bit too tired to remember then recall.
A bit of messing today, with the kayak. Dishes to do. I'll wash them, then since they are pretty good, probably just wash them that once, rinse, then dry and put away. I've been keeping up on dishes, and other things, fairly well, on top of hitting the new areas while cleaning. It has been a good several months, as to activity and productivity. I suppose I just needed the right kind of push. Now I have it.
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Nothing too fancy, unless you haven't seen it in a while. The sun. My day has been creeping to later in the day, my morning has been heading to noon and past actually. I didn't get to bed until nearly 2:00 last night. I wasn't expecting to wake until north of noon. With the sun out I actually woke right around 7:00. Yeah, it makes a difference. The sun looks to be going back under the clouds. Ah well. I did put the sprouts in the sun, right when I woke, hoping to get them to green up a bit more. I'll leave them in the possibility of light until noon, then cap them and put them away in the refrigerator. They have done what they can do for growth and greening otherwise.
I did pickle the eggs, finally. I did a bit of final research on pickled eggs. Some say you have to refrigerate those. Which doesn't match up with my knowledge at all. So I looked at the debate. It seems some people cut the vinegar with water, so... yeah. I didn't cut the vinegar. Still, I will, after pickling a jar of them, stick them in the fridge for ten days before putting them in the basement for storage. Once pickled, I consider them safe at room temp, even when opened. Your mileage may vary, but I was raised eating those at room temp, probably not refrigerated even during the pickling process. I put up the mash, I like letting that cool down to as close to room temp as I have time and patience. I just don't like heating up the fridge. I didn't get to dishes though. Just not enough battery life left when I finally finished those other things, and while I waited for the cooling.
Ah, my leaving, I have decided, might seem like a drama thing. And, I can see why. While, as when with women in the past, and let out that I would be going, it must seem like drama. It takes a while for me to actually gear up and get out. I start talking, or in this case writing, about it far in advance. Fair warning, is all, and I am in the condition I am in. It takes a while for me to shift direction, gain speed, and then sail away. That's not drama, that's just how it works. I haven't even quite slowed, in the ship analogy, to even quite begin turning. It isn't that I am still making up my mind, it's more that it just takes a long time. The decision has been made, it is merely a matter of getting all the ducks in a row, and starting from the start, I must slow the momentum that had carried me to this place and time. Drama? Please. Drama would be disappearing in the night. Which might end up happening, if the conditions get too stark, too fast. Yeah, it's possible, just not preferable.
Dreams, again. Big, bold, hard. I don't remember enough to know if they were harsh, good, or other. The only thing that comes to mind when I try to recall is the notion of a massive thunderstorm, or being in extremely heavy seas. A bit bleak, but powerful, and perhaps beautiful in a terrible way. I am almost sure I wish I could remember more. Nightmares and struggles, with life and mind and will tested, are among my favorite dreams. Especially if they hurt my feelings. Those make me think, rethink, solidify, and possibly change or allow something for consideration on rare occasions. Though, I suppose, just normal dreams can be interesting to contemplate. More like finding patterns in a cracked window, spider web, or watching the sun come up... knowing no two will ever quite be exactly alike. I was probably just a bit too tired to remember then recall.
A bit of messing today, with the kayak. Dishes to do. I'll wash them, then since they are pretty good, probably just wash them that once, rinse, then dry and put away. I've been keeping up on dishes, and other things, fairly well, on top of hitting the new areas while cleaning. It has been a good several months, as to activity and productivity. I suppose I just needed the right kind of push. Now I have it.
I've been thinking about a new refrigerator.
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Truth be told, that has been on my mind for a very long time, pretty much since I moved in. I've looked over various units. Gotta be honest, I haven't really liked much of what I have seen. Inexpensive ones are, well, cheap. Expensive ones are bling, cheap bling mostly. It's all a crapshoot. Did you get one make on Friday, on Monday? Good luck with it. Did you get one that the plant in China just started making? Or the one where the .corp decision has been made to cut quality control to make max profits while riding the brand into the dirt? Yeah, good luck with those. There aren't good names, or companies, just schemes to build up steam in order to rip off customers. It's just how it works, maybe how it has always worked. But not it is .gov sanctioned, and no one seems to have enough of an attention span left to really keep companies honest.
I have also had another idea for a refrigerator, one that is more along the lines of lowering costs, size, and complexity. At the cost of a middling refrigerator at any of the big box, I could just as well get two of these. One for refrigeration, one as an extra freezer, or two for added space. Much more portable, and with my vehicle, I might well be able to run one of them through the system. I'd want to keep an eye on it, check voltages, make sure it's not eating my system, learn tricks, and such. And, in time, these would work well with a solar, wind, or hybrid system. Perfect for certain situations, basically a little civilization for out in the wilds... some assembly required. Yes, I think one of these, up front, would do. A second later on. Plus, I would learn to not use as much space for things I don't use. Downsize training. I am pretty sure this will be my next refrigerator. I can clear and clean the one I have, and use if for specialty events or projects, and beer. Perhaps a smaller one as the freezer? Nah, I'd want more freezer space than fridge space, if I went that way... something to consider in the not so distant future though.
Some things I used to consider only as some distant possibility are beginning to make a lot more sense in life, though. Even a smaller solar set up here, in the not too distant future, that could be taken down and packed along to Alaska. The batteries might be offloaded, as keeping those charged, while figuring things out up there, might be a bit much. Better to see them go to someone who would use them then to see them die, while toting them around on top of it. But panels, a controller, and inverter... those would travel just fine, most likely. Just enough to run this and maybe do some charging, if I set up camp for a week... saving on my auto battery while not driving.
It does seem like I am having to really look at new, old, and other ideas, both back, forward, and sideways. I am going to make mistakes, there is no avoiding it. The trick is to not make mistakes that would be catastrophic, to have options, to be rigged for crossover coverage, to keep it as simple, but solid, of a plan as possible. This summer and next, and next winter, to rig, rock, then roll. Should be interesting. I think I'll get there, and do just fine, if I keep up this pace, pushing beyond even it through time.
I explained, to the woman who trimmed my hair, and has been teaching me french braiding, why I left the burn so early. Her and a few other gals giggled about it. Suggesting that would up the rating of the woman I find to marry. I didn't have the heart to tell them, but... there will be no woman. I've decided to let bygones be bygones, do my best at being celibate, and not worrying about any of that. I don't want a used woman. And, with what I need and want to do, a woman would become an anchor. She won't be able to help out there, doubt if she would wait for it to become completed, and probably couldn't handle the living or the isolation. I'll leave them to their text and phone driven chase for resources that aren't real and disappearing even at that. So many people remind me of the stories I have heard about addicts, who believe... after they have finished their stuff, that they dropped some of it, and dive to look for it. It's a trick, a trap, a sad thing. But this time is over, it just doesn't know it.
Drama queen? I've heard that, on another site, recently. Oh, we'll see. Yes we will. Just enjoy the show, from near or far. Drama is coming. Just hope I can miss out on the real show.
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Truth be told, that has been on my mind for a very long time, pretty much since I moved in. I've looked over various units. Gotta be honest, I haven't really liked much of what I have seen. Inexpensive ones are, well, cheap. Expensive ones are bling, cheap bling mostly. It's all a crapshoot. Did you get one make on Friday, on Monday? Good luck with it. Did you get one that the plant in China just started making? Or the one where the .corp decision has been made to cut quality control to make max profits while riding the brand into the dirt? Yeah, good luck with those. There aren't good names, or companies, just schemes to build up steam in order to rip off customers. It's just how it works, maybe how it has always worked. But not it is .gov sanctioned, and no one seems to have enough of an attention span left to really keep companies honest.
I have also had another idea for a refrigerator, one that is more along the lines of lowering costs, size, and complexity. At the cost of a middling refrigerator at any of the big box, I could just as well get two of these. One for refrigeration, one as an extra freezer, or two for added space. Much more portable, and with my vehicle, I might well be able to run one of them through the system. I'd want to keep an eye on it, check voltages, make sure it's not eating my system, learn tricks, and such. And, in time, these would work well with a solar, wind, or hybrid system. Perfect for certain situations, basically a little civilization for out in the wilds... some assembly required. Yes, I think one of these, up front, would do. A second later on. Plus, I would learn to not use as much space for things I don't use. Downsize training. I am pretty sure this will be my next refrigerator. I can clear and clean the one I have, and use if for specialty events or projects, and beer. Perhaps a smaller one as the freezer? Nah, I'd want more freezer space than fridge space, if I went that way... something to consider in the not so distant future though.
Some things I used to consider only as some distant possibility are beginning to make a lot more sense in life, though. Even a smaller solar set up here, in the not too distant future, that could be taken down and packed along to Alaska. The batteries might be offloaded, as keeping those charged, while figuring things out up there, might be a bit much. Better to see them go to someone who would use them then to see them die, while toting them around on top of it. But panels, a controller, and inverter... those would travel just fine, most likely. Just enough to run this and maybe do some charging, if I set up camp for a week... saving on my auto battery while not driving.
It does seem like I am having to really look at new, old, and other ideas, both back, forward, and sideways. I am going to make mistakes, there is no avoiding it. The trick is to not make mistakes that would be catastrophic, to have options, to be rigged for crossover coverage, to keep it as simple, but solid, of a plan as possible. This summer and next, and next winter, to rig, rock, then roll. Should be interesting. I think I'll get there, and do just fine, if I keep up this pace, pushing beyond even it through time.
I explained, to the woman who trimmed my hair, and has been teaching me french braiding, why I left the burn so early. Her and a few other gals giggled about it. Suggesting that would up the rating of the woman I find to marry. I didn't have the heart to tell them, but... there will be no woman. I've decided to let bygones be bygones, do my best at being celibate, and not worrying about any of that. I don't want a used woman. And, with what I need and want to do, a woman would become an anchor. She won't be able to help out there, doubt if she would wait for it to become completed, and probably couldn't handle the living or the isolation. I'll leave them to their text and phone driven chase for resources that aren't real and disappearing even at that. So many people remind me of the stories I have heard about addicts, who believe... after they have finished their stuff, that they dropped some of it, and dive to look for it. It's a trick, a trap, a sad thing. But this time is over, it just doesn't know it.
Drama queen? I've heard that, on another site, recently. Oh, we'll see. Yes we will. Just enjoy the show, from near or far. Drama is coming. Just hope I can miss out on the real show.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
A rest helped.
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Then back to a few things. Dishes have been set up. Three and an half dozen eggs have been boiled and peeled, two dozen of those are about to be pickled, the others already went into a ziplock and then the fridge. A cup and change of grain, seed, and lentil mix has been set to cook. I checked the laundry, there isn't enough for a proper load so I'll check later in the week. I have to finish the cooking, then put it up, and am hoping to do the dishes right after. Cleaning up the cooking pot and scraper. Hmm... hungry, but not for eggs. Ah, I got two sandwiches today, thought I was very hungry. Not so much, so I have an extra one. Nuke the meat just a bit, then the bun around the meat just a bit more... should work.
I am feeling great again. I might just have to ignore weekends, and work when I can. Of course, there are problems with that. Then again, there are problems with every system of work and effort. Tomorrow, at the least, I will pump the kayak up and do some thinking, measuring, and cutting. I'm not sure if I want the base t's right on the boat d-rings, or possibly a little bit off. I'm not sure, even, quite yet, how best to attach the structure to the d-rings. Lots of things still in the air. That, and dishes if I don't finish them tonight. Other than that, I'll probably take it a bit easier. I am still thinking, if the pieces I have will work, that the sun shade will go up quite quickly. Measuring, cutting, and fitting are all less than the planning.
The sprouts greened up a little. I am hoping for sun tomorrow morning. If so, I will give them an hour or two in it, to really green up, before capping them and putting them away in the fridge. I should sleep well tonight. Yes I should. I almost forgot about coughing. I haven't done it in a while now. More, even the want of it has slowly faded. Then again I am not doing direct exercise either. I am still pulling a pretty good load though, if not quite as directly. We'll see when I hit the trail, or bench, next. All good though. Really good.
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Then back to a few things. Dishes have been set up. Three and an half dozen eggs have been boiled and peeled, two dozen of those are about to be pickled, the others already went into a ziplock and then the fridge. A cup and change of grain, seed, and lentil mix has been set to cook. I checked the laundry, there isn't enough for a proper load so I'll check later in the week. I have to finish the cooking, then put it up, and am hoping to do the dishes right after. Cleaning up the cooking pot and scraper. Hmm... hungry, but not for eggs. Ah, I got two sandwiches today, thought I was very hungry. Not so much, so I have an extra one. Nuke the meat just a bit, then the bun around the meat just a bit more... should work.
I am feeling great again. I might just have to ignore weekends, and work when I can. Of course, there are problems with that. Then again, there are problems with every system of work and effort. Tomorrow, at the least, I will pump the kayak up and do some thinking, measuring, and cutting. I'm not sure if I want the base t's right on the boat d-rings, or possibly a little bit off. I'm not sure, even, quite yet, how best to attach the structure to the d-rings. Lots of things still in the air. That, and dishes if I don't finish them tonight. Other than that, I'll probably take it a bit easier. I am still thinking, if the pieces I have will work, that the sun shade will go up quite quickly. Measuring, cutting, and fitting are all less than the planning.
The sprouts greened up a little. I am hoping for sun tomorrow morning. If so, I will give them an hour or two in it, to really green up, before capping them and putting them away in the fridge. I should sleep well tonight. Yes I should. I almost forgot about coughing. I haven't done it in a while now. More, even the want of it has slowly faded. Then again I am not doing direct exercise either. I am still pulling a pretty good load though, if not quite as directly. We'll see when I hit the trail, or bench, next. All good though. Really good.
Musical story, not for the faint of heart.
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Started wild, went wilder. Even if in shackles, with absolute guidance, that was just until I was released to do what it is I do. And I did what I did with abandon. Then... some things happened. Things changed. Voices in the dark, light somewhere off in the distance, a change of life. Chaos still ruled, but the hold was weakening.
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Started wild, went wilder. Even if in shackles, with absolute guidance, that was just until I was released to do what it is I do. And I did what I did with abandon. Then... some things happened. Things changed. Voices in the dark, light somewhere off in the distance, a change of life. Chaos still ruled, but the hold was weakening.
A bit.
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Got the trolleys going. Should work. I put on two different systems, to see which would work best. Mostly likely both will do. Still, since it's all experimental, playing around is just fine. I don't need absolutes or bling idealism, just... test and see. I'll keep enough rope so that if one doesn't work I can shift them both over to the same rigging. We got the pipe, but the first shot was the wrong size. Should have checked. Tinkered with ideas, and will do more. He had to go, so it's up for now. I figured out how to lock the valves open. Last time that was not figured out, but it was my first gig. No, I didn't actually even know they would lock open. But after thinking about it, I figured there was a way and this time tinkered with it until the air valves locked. It makes it a lot easier to fold up.
Between that and putting most of the larger furniture back into the living room, and tinkering with a few other things, I am bushed. All good. Yesterday was an off day. I made up for that today. And, I may still not be done. I turned the furnace up to 74 to help dry the carpet, but forgot to turn it down. Was wondering why it was so blasted hot. Just took care of that, then opened the windows and doors to help cool the place off. Ought to get boots and socks off, and down to shorts, to help. Gotta keep shorts at least, as the sun has finally come out, but not on the house. So I wetted the sprouts again, drained that, then put them out in the yard to help green up. They should be ready tomorrow. I just need to cook grains and eggs tonight to have something to eat them with.
Yes, boys and girls, I have things to do. And I am doing them. The ol' body will just have to keep up or fall down, as it needs. Same with the mind. My spirit is headed toward new things, hard places, dark times. I'll either make the lump parts solid, or go to a better place to do what is going to be needed to be done. One way or another. Dig, lad, dig. And don't stop until you hit gold! Heh. Later.
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Got the trolleys going. Should work. I put on two different systems, to see which would work best. Mostly likely both will do. Still, since it's all experimental, playing around is just fine. I don't need absolutes or bling idealism, just... test and see. I'll keep enough rope so that if one doesn't work I can shift them both over to the same rigging. We got the pipe, but the first shot was the wrong size. Should have checked. Tinkered with ideas, and will do more. He had to go, so it's up for now. I figured out how to lock the valves open. Last time that was not figured out, but it was my first gig. No, I didn't actually even know they would lock open. But after thinking about it, I figured there was a way and this time tinkered with it until the air valves locked. It makes it a lot easier to fold up.
Between that and putting most of the larger furniture back into the living room, and tinkering with a few other things, I am bushed. All good. Yesterday was an off day. I made up for that today. And, I may still not be done. I turned the furnace up to 74 to help dry the carpet, but forgot to turn it down. Was wondering why it was so blasted hot. Just took care of that, then opened the windows and doors to help cool the place off. Ought to get boots and socks off, and down to shorts, to help. Gotta keep shorts at least, as the sun has finally come out, but not on the house. So I wetted the sprouts again, drained that, then put them out in the yard to help green up. They should be ready tomorrow. I just need to cook grains and eggs tonight to have something to eat them with.
Yes, boys and girls, I have things to do. And I am doing them. The ol' body will just have to keep up or fall down, as it needs. Same with the mind. My spirit is headed toward new things, hard places, dark times. I'll either make the lump parts solid, or go to a better place to do what is going to be needed to be done. One way or another. Dig, lad, dig. And don't stop until you hit gold! Heh. Later.
Well?
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I have most of the furniture back in the living room, and yes I vacuumed first if I didn't mention that. Again, my notion of work and time have gone astray. It will take a full day, maybe too, to set the place back up again. While I did pick up the small stuff, sorting as I went, there is still sorting, the figuring out where to put even what is there. Well, and setting lamps, and pictures and their frames, and all that other stuff, where they might go. The whole house is going to take some time. Just getting back into the living room fully, is going to be a chore. I still have to drill holes in the shelf arms so as to install the glass shelves, plus then I have to connect all of the wires for the systems and components. Even without a cable box, but with surround stereo, it's... a bit of a chore. Then I plan, whenever I do finish that, on going back through the areas I hit, to keep up. All that before going on to the bedrooms and other areas. My bedroom and this computer room are the last difficult areas. The rest will just be a matter of mostly light work.
The one problem is that, so far, I keep having to gather and box and figure out a bunch of stuff that doesn't, yet, have a place to call it's own. I don't have enough areas fully cleaned in order to just put it all somewhere. I suppose I could use the computer room, here, but I would have to tackle it, at least to a degree, before trying to use it to order everything else that is otherwise being kept just ahead of the tide of cleaning. When a cave has gotten into this condition, getting it all ordered is a tall order. Still, that's the plan. Well, and taking time between major room efforts, to keep up on what has been done already. While I still hate vacuuming, and steam cleaning to be honest, at least I know the steam cleaner really isn't a high tech device... It's pretty simple, really. The fill tank doesn't hold all that much, enough for a small to medium room, and the pick-up tank holds about two of those. Tide works for cleaner, so no need to mess around trying to buy the right stuff for cleaner and it's always in stock (or meant to be).
While I may not be getting to formal exercise, I am working out. Women don't need the gym, if they want to stay fit. Just keep up on the house. It won't ever be done, but... that is half of the point. Although, once I get place clean, keeping up is much easier, then I can hit the trails and bench and whatever else, though I will throw those in when I can anyway. Legs and arms are at least tightening up a great deal, the waist has dropped two belt holes, and I haven't keeled over from a heart attack or stroke. I'll just keep pushing.
My actual fitness goal, before a run at Alaska, is benching 400, being able to tackle two days at ten miles a day of hiking with a full gear pack, and being able to camp hike for ten days twice in the summer and once in the winter, and being able to kayak camp for ten days. Which means I need to learn food prep, gearing, and upgrade fitness a great deal. I've got two, maybe three years, if I can squeeze it out of what remains of the world and myself. Now, those are minimums. I'm not heading to Alaska to commit suicide. If I were even to think of such a stupid thing, I sure wouldn't be doing it this hard of a way! As you may well know, living is the hard work, not dying. I am definitely going with life.
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I have most of the furniture back in the living room, and yes I vacuumed first if I didn't mention that. Again, my notion of work and time have gone astray. It will take a full day, maybe too, to set the place back up again. While I did pick up the small stuff, sorting as I went, there is still sorting, the figuring out where to put even what is there. Well, and setting lamps, and pictures and their frames, and all that other stuff, where they might go. The whole house is going to take some time. Just getting back into the living room fully, is going to be a chore. I still have to drill holes in the shelf arms so as to install the glass shelves, plus then I have to connect all of the wires for the systems and components. Even without a cable box, but with surround stereo, it's... a bit of a chore. Then I plan, whenever I do finish that, on going back through the areas I hit, to keep up. All that before going on to the bedrooms and other areas. My bedroom and this computer room are the last difficult areas. The rest will just be a matter of mostly light work.
The one problem is that, so far, I keep having to gather and box and figure out a bunch of stuff that doesn't, yet, have a place to call it's own. I don't have enough areas fully cleaned in order to just put it all somewhere. I suppose I could use the computer room, here, but I would have to tackle it, at least to a degree, before trying to use it to order everything else that is otherwise being kept just ahead of the tide of cleaning. When a cave has gotten into this condition, getting it all ordered is a tall order. Still, that's the plan. Well, and taking time between major room efforts, to keep up on what has been done already. While I still hate vacuuming, and steam cleaning to be honest, at least I know the steam cleaner really isn't a high tech device... It's pretty simple, really. The fill tank doesn't hold all that much, enough for a small to medium room, and the pick-up tank holds about two of those. Tide works for cleaner, so no need to mess around trying to buy the right stuff for cleaner and it's always in stock (or meant to be).
While I may not be getting to formal exercise, I am working out. Women don't need the gym, if they want to stay fit. Just keep up on the house. It won't ever be done, but... that is half of the point. Although, once I get place clean, keeping up is much easier, then I can hit the trails and bench and whatever else, though I will throw those in when I can anyway. Legs and arms are at least tightening up a great deal, the waist has dropped two belt holes, and I haven't keeled over from a heart attack or stroke. I'll just keep pushing.
My actual fitness goal, before a run at Alaska, is benching 400, being able to tackle two days at ten miles a day of hiking with a full gear pack, and being able to camp hike for ten days twice in the summer and once in the winter, and being able to kayak camp for ten days. Which means I need to learn food prep, gearing, and upgrade fitness a great deal. I've got two, maybe three years, if I can squeeze it out of what remains of the world and myself. Now, those are minimums. I'm not heading to Alaska to commit suicide. If I were even to think of such a stupid thing, I sure wouldn't be doing it this hard of a way! As you may well know, living is the hard work, not dying. I am definitely going with life.
Yeah, burned out a bit.
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Late to bed, late to wake. The work and the dark are getting to me. No major problems, I stumbled across the line into weekend. A weekend I'm going to abuse. Already did. Took a shower right off, before waking. Then I vacuumed the living room. I'm not going to mess with assembling the living room until after the kayak gets work, if that does go forward. I do plan to at least restore some of the living room, so as to hit the kitchen and etc. areas Monday, again. It looks like I am overbooking again, but so be it. I'll rest when I can. I just want some things done, and I want the living room and kitchen back, at least enough that I don't feel so squished into too small of a fish bowl. I'll rest when I'm dead, I guess.
Hard dreams. When I ramp up to become this tight, it's hard to hurt my feelings. These dreams did. Love that. At least when I am ramped up. Gives me nitrous boost. Sure, something could blow. But the way the gig is rigged, I'd probably never see it. *Ka-Bluey!* Some dame will be standing off to the side, shouting, "Do it again, daddy!" Bitch. Part of why I like em', so I don't care.
Hmm? Yeah, probably woke with my 12... 13... 14? (yeah, my feet are getting bigger, I think I'm in a growing spell again, maybe) boot on the pedal. Dreams, partly, rest day yesterday, frustration with yesterday, and prep for ripping and tearing on things today have got my engine stoked right from the start. I hadn't even awaken before I watched my old porcine dead corpse hopping out of the shower like it knew what it was doing.
With the return of the gps, I went ahead and ordered a few other things on my list. A medicine guide, that includes herbals and such, a professional one; some more kit for the water and boat including a an earth screw anchor, hand strengtheners starting at about where my hands are now, running up to 250 squeeze, for now; moleskin that was the best price I have seen around; a six-pack of small potent deet sprays, and a few other things. Oh, a couple of jars of pickled pork feet. I figure if I have several jars of pork and eggs, I can have a jar of treats available every other month. Six, set up or bought, will last a year. Even dogs get treats, you know.
Well... A cup of coffee as I wait for a call, one way or the other. And then figure things out from there. Oh, and yeah, for what it is worth, I have watered and drained the sprouts, and set them where they can get whatever sun might be available today. Should be done tomorrow.
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Late to bed, late to wake. The work and the dark are getting to me. No major problems, I stumbled across the line into weekend. A weekend I'm going to abuse. Already did. Took a shower right off, before waking. Then I vacuumed the living room. I'm not going to mess with assembling the living room until after the kayak gets work, if that does go forward. I do plan to at least restore some of the living room, so as to hit the kitchen and etc. areas Monday, again. It looks like I am overbooking again, but so be it. I'll rest when I can. I just want some things done, and I want the living room and kitchen back, at least enough that I don't feel so squished into too small of a fish bowl. I'll rest when I'm dead, I guess.
Hard dreams. When I ramp up to become this tight, it's hard to hurt my feelings. These dreams did. Love that. At least when I am ramped up. Gives me nitrous boost. Sure, something could blow. But the way the gig is rigged, I'd probably never see it. *Ka-Bluey!* Some dame will be standing off to the side, shouting, "Do it again, daddy!" Bitch. Part of why I like em', so I don't care.
Hmm? Yeah, probably woke with my 12... 13... 14? (yeah, my feet are getting bigger, I think I'm in a growing spell again, maybe) boot on the pedal. Dreams, partly, rest day yesterday, frustration with yesterday, and prep for ripping and tearing on things today have got my engine stoked right from the start. I hadn't even awaken before I watched my old porcine dead corpse hopping out of the shower like it knew what it was doing.
With the return of the gps, I went ahead and ordered a few other things on my list. A medicine guide, that includes herbals and such, a professional one; some more kit for the water and boat including a an earth screw anchor, hand strengtheners starting at about where my hands are now, running up to 250 squeeze, for now; moleskin that was the best price I have seen around; a six-pack of small potent deet sprays, and a few other things. Oh, a couple of jars of pickled pork feet. I figure if I have several jars of pork and eggs, I can have a jar of treats available every other month. Six, set up or bought, will last a year. Even dogs get treats, you know.
Well... A cup of coffee as I wait for a call, one way or the other. And then figure things out from there. Oh, and yeah, for what it is worth, I have watered and drained the sprouts, and set them where they can get whatever sun might be available today. Should be done tomorrow.
Friday, May 22, 2015
No, not much.
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I have been moving the fans around, trying to hit the still moist areas. Tipping when needed. Well, and chasing Sam off. Yeah, she already "broke" in the carpeting. Love the little beast, but that part of her, if I could, I would wring out of her. A couple of meals, nothing fancy. Though I did grind cheddar for nachos. Medium cheddar, the old stuff isn't really to my taste after much effort, and lessor cheeses are just that. I sort of like pepper-jack, if it's the real kind, but even then only as an add to medium cheddar. Just chips and cheese, thank you. Hmm, though sliced jalapeno can be good, pickled works as well.
While today is a bust, tomorrow will see me to working on the kayak. I don't know if it will be completed, but it should be pretty well planned. I expect the trolleys to be rigged, but the sun shade/rain roof is questionable. I guess tomorrow will just have to replace today. I need to buy a group of 3/4" x 10 pvc, schedule 40?. I'll try to be up and make a run to the store first thing. I think I guestimated that I need eleven, so will buy twelve. I should by thirteen, but I know I over-estimated, so one extra for insurance... and cutting before measuring twice, should do. I best check, but I believe I have a pvc pipe cutter that will work. Might as well check. At least, having somewhat organized tools, I know where it should be... in the plumbing toolbox. If I put it back the last time I used it, and if it hasn't "walked" away otherwise.
I simply could not push through today. Not having counted on the living room not going back together today, miscalculating how long everything would take and how much was involved, and the rain, plus having pushed all week, and before, just all combined to bring me down. Still more active, checking on the sprouts, wandering around, checking the floor and adding, then moving, the fans around, and other little things throughout the day, than I have been on some of the better of days in the last thirty years. I won't complain. A bit disappointed, but still too tired to rise to a grump about it.
I have been doing bits of research, and reading otherwise. I keep looking for thick planks to use in the bathroom. I am hoping to find something(s), of wood, that can be polished and finished, to use to put a sink on, and another below it for towels and general shelving. Wood is preferred. I had dreamed of four inch thick lumber, but... maybe not. At least 2"x20" (or 10" planks doubled) x 42", and two of those. Tacking those to the wall will be a bit of a trick, especially with the weight of a sink on the top one, and any water it might hold. But it's doable. Perhaps middling brackets below, and end brackets above, for the top one anyway. This coming month I believe I will finally be ordering the sink, in-sink drain, faucet, and drain. I already have the new toilet and water heater for in there. The only thing I need/want, other than what I might be buying next month, is a medicine chest. I would prefer one that fits into the wall between the studs, has mirrors that fold out on either side, and I'd like lighting though that last may be beyond me to install.
That'll be a heck of a project. I'll have to rip out the old toilet, sink and stand, possibly flooring, and build much of that back together before I even begin installing the rest. Well, that actually means I need flooring, at least surface stuff, too. I might as well give it fresh paint while I am at it. I know, it takes forever. And I haven't honestly done any of the big projects I thought I would. Perhaps just a pipe dream... but I have, and will be buying, some of the stuff and soon. Actually, more of the materials, as I do have some of it. Hmm... hopefully before it becomes too cold to attempt working with the water and pipes though. Ugh.
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I have been moving the fans around, trying to hit the still moist areas. Tipping when needed. Well, and chasing Sam off. Yeah, she already "broke" in the carpeting. Love the little beast, but that part of her, if I could, I would wring out of her. A couple of meals, nothing fancy. Though I did grind cheddar for nachos. Medium cheddar, the old stuff isn't really to my taste after much effort, and lessor cheeses are just that. I sort of like pepper-jack, if it's the real kind, but even then only as an add to medium cheddar. Just chips and cheese, thank you. Hmm, though sliced jalapeno can be good, pickled works as well.
While today is a bust, tomorrow will see me to working on the kayak. I don't know if it will be completed, but it should be pretty well planned. I expect the trolleys to be rigged, but the sun shade/rain roof is questionable. I guess tomorrow will just have to replace today. I need to buy a group of 3/4" x 10 pvc, schedule 40?. I'll try to be up and make a run to the store first thing. I think I guestimated that I need eleven, so will buy twelve. I should by thirteen, but I know I over-estimated, so one extra for insurance... and cutting before measuring twice, should do. I best check, but I believe I have a pvc pipe cutter that will work. Might as well check. At least, having somewhat organized tools, I know where it should be... in the plumbing toolbox. If I put it back the last time I used it, and if it hasn't "walked" away otherwise.
I simply could not push through today. Not having counted on the living room not going back together today, miscalculating how long everything would take and how much was involved, and the rain, plus having pushed all week, and before, just all combined to bring me down. Still more active, checking on the sprouts, wandering around, checking the floor and adding, then moving, the fans around, and other little things throughout the day, than I have been on some of the better of days in the last thirty years. I won't complain. A bit disappointed, but still too tired to rise to a grump about it.
I have been doing bits of research, and reading otherwise. I keep looking for thick planks to use in the bathroom. I am hoping to find something(s), of wood, that can be polished and finished, to use to put a sink on, and another below it for towels and general shelving. Wood is preferred. I had dreamed of four inch thick lumber, but... maybe not. At least 2"x20" (or 10" planks doubled) x 42", and two of those. Tacking those to the wall will be a bit of a trick, especially with the weight of a sink on the top one, and any water it might hold. But it's doable. Perhaps middling brackets below, and end brackets above, for the top one anyway. This coming month I believe I will finally be ordering the sink, in-sink drain, faucet, and drain. I already have the new toilet and water heater for in there. The only thing I need/want, other than what I might be buying next month, is a medicine chest. I would prefer one that fits into the wall between the studs, has mirrors that fold out on either side, and I'd like lighting though that last may be beyond me to install.
That'll be a heck of a project. I'll have to rip out the old toilet, sink and stand, possibly flooring, and build much of that back together before I even begin installing the rest. Well, that actually means I need flooring, at least surface stuff, too. I might as well give it fresh paint while I am at it. I know, it takes forever. And I haven't honestly done any of the big projects I thought I would. Perhaps just a pipe dream... but I have, and will be buying, some of the stuff and soon. Actually, more of the materials, as I do have some of it. Hmm... hopefully before it becomes too cold to attempt working with the water and pipes though. Ugh.
Tomorrow.
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Beside working on the boat, tomorrow is cooking day. Boiled eggs don't last much more than a week, neither do cooked grains. I might be pushing it at that, but... it's close enough. I don't know if I will get to some other cooking/food prep things tomorrow, but they are on my shorter list.
I have discussed pickling eggs before. It's simple enough, I just never quite had everything together all at once. Now, I have half gallon jugs, which... if the video is correct, will take about two dozen eggs each. I don't, currently, have enough eggs, but I do have everything else, and probably enough eggs to do one or two jars, leaving the last for later. A good thing for some week I don't have the time to boil and peel eighteen eggs, or at least it might buy me a few days until I can. Plus as a treat. I used to love these, not sure I still do. As I am finding though, food doesn't have to be loved, just eaten.
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Beside working on the boat, tomorrow is cooking day. Boiled eggs don't last much more than a week, neither do cooked grains. I might be pushing it at that, but... it's close enough. I don't know if I will get to some other cooking/food prep things tomorrow, but they are on my shorter list.
I have discussed pickling eggs before. It's simple enough, I just never quite had everything together all at once. Now, I have half gallon jugs, which... if the video is correct, will take about two dozen eggs each. I don't, currently, have enough eggs, but I do have everything else, and probably enough eggs to do one or two jars, leaving the last for later. A good thing for some week I don't have the time to boil and peel eighteen eggs, or at least it might buy me a few days until I can. Plus as a treat. I used to love these, not sure I still do. As I am finding though, food doesn't have to be loved, just eaten.
Not much today.
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I might get to a few things, but today just isn't going anywhere fast. The floor wasn't as dry as I first thought, so I put two fans to work, on their highest settings. Between it being overcast, feeling a bit claustrophobic with my most of my home shut off with either furniture or a wet carpet, and having worn myself out this week, I'm just not seeing my way to much. I would like to hit the bathroom, and maybe do a bit of work in the kitchen anyway.
Eating might have helped. Maybe not. I was hungry when I went to bed, just too tired to do much about it. It's been pretty much the same since I got up. At least food is easy enough, if I decide to bother with it. To be honest, a few very small meals a day, sometimes only one, is plenty. Even on the heavy days. Scoring a big roast beef sandwich, or other meal, a couple of times a week is good, but not necessary. Most of what I eat is cold, save the grains which I do heat up, and meat with it when I go there. Nothing is all that tasty, but even that isn't much of a problem. Still, I think food was one of the keys, and started with my neighbors bringing it. It's tenuous still, as I just started figuring out the gritty details of more regular food on my own. If I can keep this up for a while, I will begin looking at foods that can be carried. Dehydrated could be a part of it, but not the whole of it. Sprouts, dry beans though lentils are best since they cook so fast. Not sure what else. Fruits, dairy, and meat other than game and fish, is out. But I will want to figure out fats. Bush food, without added fats, will get you. Even a small container of lard or tallow, perhaps. Butter won't keep. Offal, from game and fish, might help but it isn't enough alone. Nuts might be good, they are fairly light, loaded with fat, and might last a bit if packed right.
No fun and games, technically, for next summer. I am hoping to be in good enough shape to take several ten-day pack trips. Just me and my pack. If I can do that, then in the winter, taking a few more trips like that, as well. Which means I best start car-camping this summer. Just to get my kit settled, figure some things out as to camp setup and organization, and begin practicing food prep and all. No cooler on the packs, but I can use them for car camping. Then again, no reason not to take something like a few beers on hikes. You can always tie one off in a stream, and have it after camp is pitched. At least, if you hike in the mountains. Deserts might be interesting, but those aren't really my areas, and not what I am aiming at.
Can't get warm today, which isn't helping. Too many mostly cloudy days, too many days of pushing, it was bound to hit. I'll still do some things, eventually. Still taking the weekend off, other than work on the kayak, laundry if I have enough, maybe dishes, and a few other little things. Reading, yeah, I suppose I'll get more of that in.
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I might get to a few things, but today just isn't going anywhere fast. The floor wasn't as dry as I first thought, so I put two fans to work, on their highest settings. Between it being overcast, feeling a bit claustrophobic with my most of my home shut off with either furniture or a wet carpet, and having worn myself out this week, I'm just not seeing my way to much. I would like to hit the bathroom, and maybe do a bit of work in the kitchen anyway.
Eating might have helped. Maybe not. I was hungry when I went to bed, just too tired to do much about it. It's been pretty much the same since I got up. At least food is easy enough, if I decide to bother with it. To be honest, a few very small meals a day, sometimes only one, is plenty. Even on the heavy days. Scoring a big roast beef sandwich, or other meal, a couple of times a week is good, but not necessary. Most of what I eat is cold, save the grains which I do heat up, and meat with it when I go there. Nothing is all that tasty, but even that isn't much of a problem. Still, I think food was one of the keys, and started with my neighbors bringing it. It's tenuous still, as I just started figuring out the gritty details of more regular food on my own. If I can keep this up for a while, I will begin looking at foods that can be carried. Dehydrated could be a part of it, but not the whole of it. Sprouts, dry beans though lentils are best since they cook so fast. Not sure what else. Fruits, dairy, and meat other than game and fish, is out. But I will want to figure out fats. Bush food, without added fats, will get you. Even a small container of lard or tallow, perhaps. Butter won't keep. Offal, from game and fish, might help but it isn't enough alone. Nuts might be good, they are fairly light, loaded with fat, and might last a bit if packed right.
No fun and games, technically, for next summer. I am hoping to be in good enough shape to take several ten-day pack trips. Just me and my pack. If I can do that, then in the winter, taking a few more trips like that, as well. Which means I best start car-camping this summer. Just to get my kit settled, figure some things out as to camp setup and organization, and begin practicing food prep and all. No cooler on the packs, but I can use them for car camping. Then again, no reason not to take something like a few beers on hikes. You can always tie one off in a stream, and have it after camp is pitched. At least, if you hike in the mountains. Deserts might be interesting, but those aren't really my areas, and not what I am aiming at.
Can't get warm today, which isn't helping. Too many mostly cloudy days, too many days of pushing, it was bound to hit. I'll still do some things, eventually. Still taking the weekend off, other than work on the kayak, laundry if I have enough, maybe dishes, and a few other little things. Reading, yeah, I suppose I'll get more of that in.
What a mistake.
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No, the deal I made with regards to my home, to the best of my knowledge, was a good deal. The problem wasn't the deal, but who I did business with. They almost haven't stopped calling me since then about better deals. None of which I am interested in. What they do, essentially, is steal everything you have put into the home, for an offer that may or may not even pan out. Further, the number they use to call, when called back, is not connected. I assume they rent unused numbers on a rolling basis, or some such, so they can't be connected with. Two sometimes three times a day these jackwagons call. Sometimes with a free offer for a trip to the Bahamas, sometimes a robo call, sometimes there is someone on the line, but that caller doesn't know what the call is about. "You won! Yeah!" Bite me. I can only assume their business model is based on continuous hard-pressure "sales" and taking all collateral built into people's homes, and they prey on the disabled, veterans and others. If I continue to get calls, even scrap calls, I'll be naming names and calling my state's attorney general.
I got just such a call moments ago. This time it was a live woman. She didn't know what it was about, but transferred me to some guy who was all ready to lay things out. I told him, simply, I wasn't interested in a change, of any kind. Oh, he tried to hit hard, telling me what my new program would be. I didn't let him finish, shot him down, and told him to keep his company off my back and what I would do if he didn't. We'll see. I expect a lot of payback phone harassment from "third-party" companies his company is allowed to dump my number over to. No reason to call corporate on this, this is THEIR plan, it's how they stay in business, I guess. Damned vampires. I hate to fuss, I've got too much else on my plate. If need be, I'll get to cracking that whip, too, though.
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No, the deal I made with regards to my home, to the best of my knowledge, was a good deal. The problem wasn't the deal, but who I did business with. They almost haven't stopped calling me since then about better deals. None of which I am interested in. What they do, essentially, is steal everything you have put into the home, for an offer that may or may not even pan out. Further, the number they use to call, when called back, is not connected. I assume they rent unused numbers on a rolling basis, or some such, so they can't be connected with. Two sometimes three times a day these jackwagons call. Sometimes with a free offer for a trip to the Bahamas, sometimes a robo call, sometimes there is someone on the line, but that caller doesn't know what the call is about. "You won! Yeah!" Bite me. I can only assume their business model is based on continuous hard-pressure "sales" and taking all collateral built into people's homes, and they prey on the disabled, veterans and others. If I continue to get calls, even scrap calls, I'll be naming names and calling my state's attorney general.
I got just such a call moments ago. This time it was a live woman. She didn't know what it was about, but transferred me to some guy who was all ready to lay things out. I told him, simply, I wasn't interested in a change, of any kind. Oh, he tried to hit hard, telling me what my new program would be. I didn't let him finish, shot him down, and told him to keep his company off my back and what I would do if he didn't. We'll see. I expect a lot of payback phone harassment from "third-party" companies his company is allowed to dump my number over to. No reason to call corporate on this, this is THEIR plan, it's how they stay in business, I guess. Damned vampires. I hate to fuss, I've got too much else on my plate. If need be, I'll get to cracking that whip, too, though.
Carpet is already nearly dry?
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Yes, but I'm going to give it another day. I worked until 1:00, and maybe change. I was right though. The next runs were very easy. I rinsed it twice, then ran the machine over it, dry two more times. Still a lot of work. That machine starts to weigh more each time, I swear. I will still need to vacuum when it is finally dry. At first I thought it was carpeting tufting. Not I think it's mostly cat and my hair that had just gotten pushed down. Though some of it is carpeting. The girls sharpen their claws on it, even if I attempt to suppress that behavior. They had a scratch post. When they are fussing betwixt one another, especially Sam, will tear into whatever carpeting is near... as a threat behavior.
I woke at around 10:00. Plus, minus, can't be sure. I know I looked, but memory was tenuous. I couldn't find the blood sugar tester, so just scrapped testing this morning. I was thirsty right now, and didn't want to fuss. I'll get the devices together and ready so that some morning, soon, I can do a vitals check. A bowl of peanuts, for breakfast. I watered and turned the alfalfa. I think today is the second day. Supposed to take three days. I have the jar angled slightly down, and into a ramekin to drain. Three or four times a day... a quick wet and drain, a bit of shuffling to get the sprouts to part a bit, then back to the slow drain. Tomorrow I will introduce them to some sun, as they finish, so as to green up a bit. Well... even if it doesn't work out, or whatever, it's a little side project to do.
Today? Yeah, like I said, at least another day to let the room dry, so I won't be putting things back, or vacuuming. Monday for that. And while I can't hit the kitchen as I would like, I can do some of that, and really hit the bathroom, I have decided. If I have extra, I might begin sorting in the bedroom. Oh, and maybe a hike. I'm not sure I can get out. I am running out of juice, pushing pretty hard. I'll think on it all as I wake.
Oh, I don't know if I mentioned, but I did attempt to get the french braid in at the shop. I was doing okay, but... sort of ran out of steam, then lost the middle strand, and just sort of stopped. She was impressed at what I had done though, so... a bit more practice, and not drinking a fifth at night, will see me to that in short order. I'll begin practicing again, daily, until I have that down, and then perfect it... mostly. Just a decent option for keeping my hair tucked back and out of the way.
Whatever else, I am ready for the weekend. Just a day to go and then I can rest. I need to practice just resting, relaxing. I'm not good at that. Even while I can't do much, my mind is often racing ahead. Even when I was completely down, my mind and will where trying to force their way out. My disability has been a miserable thing, I never learned to enjoy it, only ride it. On the good side, if I had ever surrendered, I would never have gotten to this place. Better to be miserable but with hope, then... hopelessly blissful? I think so.
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Yes, but I'm going to give it another day. I worked until 1:00, and maybe change. I was right though. The next runs were very easy. I rinsed it twice, then ran the machine over it, dry two more times. Still a lot of work. That machine starts to weigh more each time, I swear. I will still need to vacuum when it is finally dry. At first I thought it was carpeting tufting. Not I think it's mostly cat and my hair that had just gotten pushed down. Though some of it is carpeting. The girls sharpen their claws on it, even if I attempt to suppress that behavior. They had a scratch post. When they are fussing betwixt one another, especially Sam, will tear into whatever carpeting is near... as a threat behavior.
I woke at around 10:00. Plus, minus, can't be sure. I know I looked, but memory was tenuous. I couldn't find the blood sugar tester, so just scrapped testing this morning. I was thirsty right now, and didn't want to fuss. I'll get the devices together and ready so that some morning, soon, I can do a vitals check. A bowl of peanuts, for breakfast. I watered and turned the alfalfa. I think today is the second day. Supposed to take three days. I have the jar angled slightly down, and into a ramekin to drain. Three or four times a day... a quick wet and drain, a bit of shuffling to get the sprouts to part a bit, then back to the slow drain. Tomorrow I will introduce them to some sun, as they finish, so as to green up a bit. Well... even if it doesn't work out, or whatever, it's a little side project to do.
Today? Yeah, like I said, at least another day to let the room dry, so I won't be putting things back, or vacuuming. Monday for that. And while I can't hit the kitchen as I would like, I can do some of that, and really hit the bathroom, I have decided. If I have extra, I might begin sorting in the bedroom. Oh, and maybe a hike. I'm not sure I can get out. I am running out of juice, pushing pretty hard. I'll think on it all as I wake.
Oh, I don't know if I mentioned, but I did attempt to get the french braid in at the shop. I was doing okay, but... sort of ran out of steam, then lost the middle strand, and just sort of stopped. She was impressed at what I had done though, so... a bit more practice, and not drinking a fifth at night, will see me to that in short order. I'll begin practicing again, daily, until I have that down, and then perfect it... mostly. Just a decent option for keeping my hair tucked back and out of the way.
Whatever else, I am ready for the weekend. Just a day to go and then I can rest. I need to practice just resting, relaxing. I'm not good at that. Even while I can't do much, my mind is often racing ahead. Even when I was completely down, my mind and will where trying to force their way out. My disability has been a miserable thing, I never learned to enjoy it, only ride it. On the good side, if I had ever surrendered, I would never have gotten to this place. Better to be miserable but with hope, then... hopelessly blissful? I think so.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
I never quite calculate the whole thing.
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On the good side, what had been a pink stain is now more of a purple or mauve, and lighter. I hate pink. On the other side, It looks like I'll be hitting it again, with soapy water, then once with clear water, and once or twice dry, just pulling up water. I guess I thought one hit would do it, then one rinse. I don't think so. I'll be ready for bed, even with the late nap. It's not difficult work, it just, time after time, dealing with this and that on the side, and the rest... gets to me. Yeah, I'll work on through and finish the various runs yet tonight. A break between because I had to hit a missed spot, but the rest should be easier, straight runs, mostly.
With the kitchen area filled, I'm not sure what I will do tomorrow. I wasn't able to get the last of the Christmas lights down. If the wind isn't hitting hard, and it isn't raining, I could get to that. I suppose I could begin working a bit in the bedroom, just organizing a bit. I'm not sure I have a lot to put into things. But who knows. I feel that way, often, after a busy day. And, often even in the morning, right before I pitch in. Probably only doing three or four hours of work, total. But it is wiping me out. And I have to do it on my time, taking breaks when needed, and a nap if that is needed.
Still, I suspect if medical was watching, they would be more than a bit surprised. They still think I'm going to pop anytime soon, and sooner rather than later. If I remember, I'll check my bp and blood sugars in the morning, before I take meds or eat. That's the trick for those. Oddly, my blood sugar is usually higher fasting than it is the rest of the day. Yeah, something odd in there? Well, unless I eat a bag of m&m's, or something like that, anyway. I'm letting the carpet soak a bit. I missed a spot, so had to scrub that before taking a break. But missing one spot on that floor wasn't doing too badly. I'll have to vacuum it, again, when it dries. Might put some baking soda down before I vacuum. Not that it actually smells too bad, just... sort of... because.
On to music while I rest. This will be it for the night. Good night.
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On the good side, what had been a pink stain is now more of a purple or mauve, and lighter. I hate pink. On the other side, It looks like I'll be hitting it again, with soapy water, then once with clear water, and once or twice dry, just pulling up water. I guess I thought one hit would do it, then one rinse. I don't think so. I'll be ready for bed, even with the late nap. It's not difficult work, it just, time after time, dealing with this and that on the side, and the rest... gets to me. Yeah, I'll work on through and finish the various runs yet tonight. A break between because I had to hit a missed spot, but the rest should be easier, straight runs, mostly.
With the kitchen area filled, I'm not sure what I will do tomorrow. I wasn't able to get the last of the Christmas lights down. If the wind isn't hitting hard, and it isn't raining, I could get to that. I suppose I could begin working a bit in the bedroom, just organizing a bit. I'm not sure I have a lot to put into things. But who knows. I feel that way, often, after a busy day. And, often even in the morning, right before I pitch in. Probably only doing three or four hours of work, total. But it is wiping me out. And I have to do it on my time, taking breaks when needed, and a nap if that is needed.
Still, I suspect if medical was watching, they would be more than a bit surprised. They still think I'm going to pop anytime soon, and sooner rather than later. If I remember, I'll check my bp and blood sugars in the morning, before I take meds or eat. That's the trick for those. Oddly, my blood sugar is usually higher fasting than it is the rest of the day. Yeah, something odd in there? Well, unless I eat a bag of m&m's, or something like that, anyway. I'm letting the carpet soak a bit. I missed a spot, so had to scrub that before taking a break. But missing one spot on that floor wasn't doing too badly. I'll have to vacuum it, again, when it dries. Might put some baking soda down before I vacuum. Not that it actually smells too bad, just... sort of... because.
On to music while I rest. This will be it for the night. Good night.
Back to it.
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After the run to town, I ended up needing sleep. I couldn't be sure if a nap would do or if the day was over, so I took medication and called it good, just in case. As it turns out, a few hours down was all that was needed. I didn't bother with the alarm, if I needed sleep, it would have just been an annoyance. Now, when I woke, I really didn't want to get to work. Tired, very tired. Not sore, not weak, not... just... tired. But feelings mean little. I really want to get the floor done tonight so as to hit the kitchen and bathroom areas tomorrow, and then have a light weekend. So... Hmm... actually, I won't be able to do much in those back areas, not until the floor dries. Much of the furnishings are out there, very much in the way. Bleh...
I vacuumed the room, just having to jostled the couch and lovechair around. I vacuumed around the edges first, then hit the main floor, after sweeping up larger bits to the degree that was possible. Yeah, I did say man-cave, didn't I? I vacuumed over some areas twice, even three times, until nothing else was coming up. There are several spots on the carpet, ones I was sure the steam cleaner wouldn't get, or well, as they were. So I put detergent and vinegar, plus water, into a bucket, grabbed a new sponge with a scrunchy on one side, and got to work. Something red/pink... probably from one of the crystal light juices... is there. I don't think it's going to come up. I've hit it twice, and might hit it one more time before I steam clean. As per my mother's instructions, I'll just be using laundry detergent. I'll give the spots I hit an hour to work, and hit the stain again, before running the steamer.
It doesn't seem like much, but I am running myself pretty ragged. I think I could do more, but then I thought that even when I was nearly in a literal coma to when I was at full health and pulling a hell of a load. I'm not sure how much to push. I know I am pushing well past what I thought I could do, and beyond, and beyond again, if that doesn't seem to mean all that much. Well, strength is increasing, and speed on the trail. Oh, and I have gone down two hitches on my belt. I've got two more that I can go down on the belt before I need a new one. So, there are some indications that something meaningful is about to happen.
Yes, I have been watering and draining the alfalfa. Yes, I see, it and the bean mix have phytoestrogens. I'll have to see how much is tolerable to eat, for a man. Food is being kept pretty simple. I'm not even eating near as much meat... Usually just a smaller chunk thrown in with the grain mix, and eggs of course. I am allowing myself two meals in town, after a hike or grocery run. The only thing is I am only allowing french fries for one meal, and no soda (when I can resist, which is usually... today was just a test day I think). Medicines are going down rightly. I do need to reorder those though. I am doing everything I can, and more. I'll begin buying patches, to quit tobacco, this coming next month. I will probably just go with a two month's supply, purchased one month at a time.
Yeah, I'm moving along. I just wish I could get more active exercise in. After the living room, I might take a week off to focus on that, and make exercise more... regular, try to integrate it more fully. But I am seriously pushing, as is. I... I'll do what I can, I guess.
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After the run to town, I ended up needing sleep. I couldn't be sure if a nap would do or if the day was over, so I took medication and called it good, just in case. As it turns out, a few hours down was all that was needed. I didn't bother with the alarm, if I needed sleep, it would have just been an annoyance. Now, when I woke, I really didn't want to get to work. Tired, very tired. Not sore, not weak, not... just... tired. But feelings mean little. I really want to get the floor done tonight so as to hit the kitchen and bathroom areas tomorrow, and then have a light weekend. So... Hmm... actually, I won't be able to do much in those back areas, not until the floor dries. Much of the furnishings are out there, very much in the way. Bleh...
I vacuumed the room, just having to jostled the couch and lovechair around. I vacuumed around the edges first, then hit the main floor, after sweeping up larger bits to the degree that was possible. Yeah, I did say man-cave, didn't I? I vacuumed over some areas twice, even three times, until nothing else was coming up. There are several spots on the carpet, ones I was sure the steam cleaner wouldn't get, or well, as they were. So I put detergent and vinegar, plus water, into a bucket, grabbed a new sponge with a scrunchy on one side, and got to work. Something red/pink... probably from one of the crystal light juices... is there. I don't think it's going to come up. I've hit it twice, and might hit it one more time before I steam clean. As per my mother's instructions, I'll just be using laundry detergent. I'll give the spots I hit an hour to work, and hit the stain again, before running the steamer.
It doesn't seem like much, but I am running myself pretty ragged. I think I could do more, but then I thought that even when I was nearly in a literal coma to when I was at full health and pulling a hell of a load. I'm not sure how much to push. I know I am pushing well past what I thought I could do, and beyond, and beyond again, if that doesn't seem to mean all that much. Well, strength is increasing, and speed on the trail. Oh, and I have gone down two hitches on my belt. I've got two more that I can go down on the belt before I need a new one. So, there are some indications that something meaningful is about to happen.
Yes, I have been watering and draining the alfalfa. Yes, I see, it and the bean mix have phytoestrogens. I'll have to see how much is tolerable to eat, for a man. Food is being kept pretty simple. I'm not even eating near as much meat... Usually just a smaller chunk thrown in with the grain mix, and eggs of course. I am allowing myself two meals in town, after a hike or grocery run. The only thing is I am only allowing french fries for one meal, and no soda (when I can resist, which is usually... today was just a test day I think). Medicines are going down rightly. I do need to reorder those though. I am doing everything I can, and more. I'll begin buying patches, to quit tobacco, this coming next month. I will probably just go with a two month's supply, purchased one month at a time.
Yeah, I'm moving along. I just wish I could get more active exercise in. After the living room, I might take a week off to focus on that, and make exercise more... regular, try to integrate it more fully. But I am seriously pushing, as is. I... I'll do what I can, I guess.
Somewhat surprised.
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Getting to town, to the appointment, pretty much on time, was easier than usual. Even with last night's revelry. I doubt if you can understand being perpetually late, so having to try to be somewhere early... but not too early or you burn out, fall asleep, or such. Life is tricky this close to some lines. Anyway, I made it just about as exactly on time as is right, maybe fifteen minutes early? Something.
Before I left I took the metal and wood remnants from the tv stand out to the garage, and since it was sunny, I put the area rug out as well. I didn't have time to beat the soil out of it, but at least some air. I could beat on it when I returned. After the trim, I went looking for some of the components I'll want for building the sun shield on the kayak. I had to go to three stores, even then I didn't find all I had hoped to find. These parts might be right, might be enough, or I might have to rig something. Some parts just don't seem all that available. I should be able to get the trolleys rigged, and get a basic setup going for shade structure. I may have to order any special fittings to complete, but the basics will be down, and then just final construction. I'd love to get it done, but if the parts aren't right, and I don't have a was to manipulate them... I do have the heat gun, which might work for some minor molding. Anyway...
A bit of food. I really wanted a soda with the sandwich, but... resisted. Tea, unsweetened. I'm going to have to cut sugar, carbs in general. But candy and such has been hounding me lately. A nearly irresistible sweet tooth has laid hold of me. I won't win every time, but it's a battle I need to get back to fighting. As I was leaving, hell clouds and wind came up from the south. Then rain, some of it resembling weak hail. I remember the carpet being out so rushed home. At first I thought there was no way I would make it. Then, a bit further, I thought I could, and might have time to beat on it for a bit. As it turns out, I made it absolutely just in time. As I got out of the vehicle, a really tiny droplet hit me. No more for the rest of my quick strides to and back with the rug. Just, absolutely to the minute, on time though. Ah well, I'll eventually have a clear, dry, sunny day to work that over.
I'm not going to mess with the boat stuff today. I would, however, like to get in and vacuum and steam clean the rug. I just need a little rest. Store hopping takes it out of me, and it was sunny, warm... hot almost. Over 60 and I lose potency quickly. Not even the cool that has come up will recharge that drain all that quickly. Still, I can get some good work in. If I finish in there, tonight, I can go hit the kitchen and side areas again. Maybe vacuuming will be enough for that area rug, then just steam clean it too? Yeah, probably, now that I am thinking these things over. I should be able to get those areas back into shape before the weekend, then maybe do some light work... dishes, laundry, and the like, over the weekend. Doing what I can.
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Getting to town, to the appointment, pretty much on time, was easier than usual. Even with last night's revelry. I doubt if you can understand being perpetually late, so having to try to be somewhere early... but not too early or you burn out, fall asleep, or such. Life is tricky this close to some lines. Anyway, I made it just about as exactly on time as is right, maybe fifteen minutes early? Something.
Before I left I took the metal and wood remnants from the tv stand out to the garage, and since it was sunny, I put the area rug out as well. I didn't have time to beat the soil out of it, but at least some air. I could beat on it when I returned. After the trim, I went looking for some of the components I'll want for building the sun shield on the kayak. I had to go to three stores, even then I didn't find all I had hoped to find. These parts might be right, might be enough, or I might have to rig something. Some parts just don't seem all that available. I should be able to get the trolleys rigged, and get a basic setup going for shade structure. I may have to order any special fittings to complete, but the basics will be down, and then just final construction. I'd love to get it done, but if the parts aren't right, and I don't have a was to manipulate them... I do have the heat gun, which might work for some minor molding. Anyway...
A bit of food. I really wanted a soda with the sandwich, but... resisted. Tea, unsweetened. I'm going to have to cut sugar, carbs in general. But candy and such has been hounding me lately. A nearly irresistible sweet tooth has laid hold of me. I won't win every time, but it's a battle I need to get back to fighting. As I was leaving, hell clouds and wind came up from the south. Then rain, some of it resembling weak hail. I remember the carpet being out so rushed home. At first I thought there was no way I would make it. Then, a bit further, I thought I could, and might have time to beat on it for a bit. As it turns out, I made it absolutely just in time. As I got out of the vehicle, a really tiny droplet hit me. No more for the rest of my quick strides to and back with the rug. Just, absolutely to the minute, on time though. Ah well, I'll eventually have a clear, dry, sunny day to work that over.
I'm not going to mess with the boat stuff today. I would, however, like to get in and vacuum and steam clean the rug. I just need a little rest. Store hopping takes it out of me, and it was sunny, warm... hot almost. Over 60 and I lose potency quickly. Not even the cool that has come up will recharge that drain all that quickly. Still, I can get some good work in. If I finish in there, tonight, I can go hit the kitchen and side areas again. Maybe vacuuming will be enough for that area rug, then just steam clean it too? Yeah, probably, now that I am thinking these things over. I should be able to get those areas back into shape before the weekend, then maybe do some light work... dishes, laundry, and the like, over the weekend. Doing what I can.
Love baths!
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To think, for all these years, I have avoided bathing. Only showering. Then again, I really didn't have what it took to keep a tub clean before, say, the last few years, and more like this last year really. Olive oil and salt, hot water, feet getting soaked and pumiced down to almost real skin. I'm starting to think I don't have skin under the... stuff... on my feet though. I've been at them for months, at least a good soak and scrub weekly, on top of showers, and more like two to three times a week, and my feet are still rough. I am keeping up on the cuticles though. Untended, and showering doesn't help, they become like razor wire. Literally they cut skin like a blade. And I am digging out the toenails, scrapping off the excess skin that otherwise grows over, cleaning underneath for easier trimming, and staying aware of their length, trimming when necessary. No, you don't get when it when I suggested that I sat for decades. Toenails might get trimmed every six months to year. Now, it's probably every other week, though be need through feel.
I have an appointment today, and haven't been able to do more than get my wardrobe for the outing picked and set, and get the shower and bath in. I spent time, after the bath, scrubbing the tub a bit though. It'll need more work, soon. After I finish vacuuming and steam cleaning the living room, as I suggested, I'm going back over the kitchen and bathroom areas... sort of keeping my baffles clear, before moving on to my bedroom.
That leaves the spare bedroom (doesn't need much), the upstairs (mostly just needs sorted... boxes from when I moved in) then the floor vacuumed and steam cleaned (as with the spare bedroom), and then this, the computer room. The computer room will be the last room hit. It will be one of the bigger jobs, comparable to the living room, and maybe bedroom, combined. Sorting, mostly. A perfect job for winter. Bleh. I hate sorting, organizing. Then again, I am doing it, and fairly well.
With the gps returned, I started looking over four season tents. The tent I have is fine for two and an half seasons, really. That won't do. If I keep going, I'll keep saving, and purchase a true four season expedition tent. It'll be a gift after my third or fourth snowshoeing expedition. From now on, nothing new until I prove to myself I will use it. I'm not even up to hiking and camping in 'fair' weather yet. Still, I'm looking. I might have to go car camping sometime, if nothing else, to kick start those skills until I can venture forth. Not even sure where exactly to camp and hike. I am trying to avoid state and federal parks, save as a social thing. Too many rules, eyes, and I never feel really welcome. More like it's the rangers land, and even having paid it seems more like I am trespassing than even allowed to be there. I'm sure there are places I can go that don't include ranger swat teams and such.
I best get going. Have a good one. And... get busy!
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To think, for all these years, I have avoided bathing. Only showering. Then again, I really didn't have what it took to keep a tub clean before, say, the last few years, and more like this last year really. Olive oil and salt, hot water, feet getting soaked and pumiced down to almost real skin. I'm starting to think I don't have skin under the... stuff... on my feet though. I've been at them for months, at least a good soak and scrub weekly, on top of showers, and more like two to three times a week, and my feet are still rough. I am keeping up on the cuticles though. Untended, and showering doesn't help, they become like razor wire. Literally they cut skin like a blade. And I am digging out the toenails, scrapping off the excess skin that otherwise grows over, cleaning underneath for easier trimming, and staying aware of their length, trimming when necessary. No, you don't get when it when I suggested that I sat for decades. Toenails might get trimmed every six months to year. Now, it's probably every other week, though be need through feel.
I have an appointment today, and haven't been able to do more than get my wardrobe for the outing picked and set, and get the shower and bath in. I spent time, after the bath, scrubbing the tub a bit though. It'll need more work, soon. After I finish vacuuming and steam cleaning the living room, as I suggested, I'm going back over the kitchen and bathroom areas... sort of keeping my baffles clear, before moving on to my bedroom.
That leaves the spare bedroom (doesn't need much), the upstairs (mostly just needs sorted... boxes from when I moved in) then the floor vacuumed and steam cleaned (as with the spare bedroom), and then this, the computer room. The computer room will be the last room hit. It will be one of the bigger jobs, comparable to the living room, and maybe bedroom, combined. Sorting, mostly. A perfect job for winter. Bleh. I hate sorting, organizing. Then again, I am doing it, and fairly well.
With the gps returned, I started looking over four season tents. The tent I have is fine for two and an half seasons, really. That won't do. If I keep going, I'll keep saving, and purchase a true four season expedition tent. It'll be a gift after my third or fourth snowshoeing expedition. From now on, nothing new until I prove to myself I will use it. I'm not even up to hiking and camping in 'fair' weather yet. Still, I'm looking. I might have to go car camping sometime, if nothing else, to kick start those skills until I can venture forth. Not even sure where exactly to camp and hike. I am trying to avoid state and federal parks, save as a social thing. Too many rules, eyes, and I never feel really welcome. More like it's the rangers land, and even having paid it seems more like I am trespassing than even allowed to be there. I'm sure there are places I can go that don't include ranger swat teams and such.
I best get going. Have a good one. And... get busy!
Looks like a wild one last night.
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Yeah, well, it will happen. While it may seem wilder than it really was, while the fire burned, it burned hot. Why? Duh. Johny can only work to a dull point for just so long before he sprints for the finish line, or off the track to a fishing hole, or goes off the track some other way. Prior to working as I have been, I was too ill, and avoiding this stuff. Has it been a year? Don't know, but it's be a long time since I slipped the rails and went free-wheeling. Anywho, I'm awake and about to figure out the day. As my mother suggested, just because we slipped the noose doesn't mean you don't pay. Yeah, she, and most other women, often allowed a little extra sleep... if able. But they also loved to push me out of bed at some point as well.
I became frustrated with the living room yesterday. Job after task after, after, after, and I never could seem to see the end of that line! I still have a pile of things to take to the garage, a pile to be put... somewhere, and I need to figure out where to put a few more things. Plus, I want to work on the floor before vacuuming. I would say sweep, but not quite. So close. And I keep banging my head on one more little thing in there. I simply took the evening off, at some point.
Breakfast, coffee... no need for anacin, but a little wake time an fluid would be good. I love the grain mix with meat, slightly microwaved, then with a side of fruit and a half cup of milk. My sized cup. Still, I am trying to drink less dairy as it seems to be snotting me up. I found I could have a splash of regular milk in my coffee, but not much more. A half a cup of milk seems reasonable to my system a few times a week as well. Anything more and the coughing and wheezing seem to come back and attach with a vengeance.
Do you realize how good I have been doing? It's a crazy thing. I am, to my way of thinking, about have way through completely cleaning my cave. Sure, I'll have to go back over what I have hit so far so as to have a solid front, and I have a lot left, but... it's almost impossible to have thought I could do this, get this far. Throw in exercise... if somewhat irregularly... and you've got a running miracle. I don't even see a slow down coming. I might fall, but barring that? Further, I am doing it right through some seriously cool weather. When it heats up is usually when I am more able to push things. It's absolutely crazy. When the way to something opens, it begins to become clear. Alaska is looming larger. On the good side, those of you who hate men, want to see us controlled, and know I won't be? I'll be out of your hair. Yeah, go ahead, do it yourselves, sweet peas.
Vox was right, SJW types (feminists, queers, minorities) truly do hate men. Which only matters since most men have allowed it. As men stop caring, or even trying to negotiate or stay involved, it simply won't matter. You want a cellphone, hell... a house, a car? Build it yourself. The more men who back out, and take off, the more you are going to realize, it isn't we who need you, or anything... especially a system that is just a chain around our neck. Or, more simply, go fuck yourself. Literally, figuratively, or in any way, or with anything, that suits you. Abide or become irrelevant to the mind of man. You really don't want to go there, but at this point, I don't think there is a choice.
Later.
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Oh, I did set a teaspoon of alfalfa to water, then drained it before sleep. I'm not seeing any activity with it. I don't know what to expect though. Something about not giving it sun until it begins, and not so much sun that it dries out... just enough to great it. The mesh I have seems to be good enough to drain the seeds without spilling them out. They say two to three days. I'd like to refresh the water three times a days, since it's so easy... being able to just fill and pour, without needed to use the chinoise. Twice if all else fails, when I take medicine. I'm curious what all can be done with that and how it tastes. I'll beat there are bean and sees out there I will like a lot, and mixes that might even get me to like the stuff, rather than eat it just as more easily digested portable vitamin and mineral sources. Gotta stay away from the seeds that are rich in phytoestrogens. That's part of what is poisoning so many men these days. Organic? Idiots. Anyway... that means research. I know some beans have to be avoided, just not which ones. Soy is bad for it, maybe others.
.
Yeah, well, it will happen. While it may seem wilder than it really was, while the fire burned, it burned hot. Why? Duh. Johny can only work to a dull point for just so long before he sprints for the finish line, or off the track to a fishing hole, or goes off the track some other way. Prior to working as I have been, I was too ill, and avoiding this stuff. Has it been a year? Don't know, but it's be a long time since I slipped the rails and went free-wheeling. Anywho, I'm awake and about to figure out the day. As my mother suggested, just because we slipped the noose doesn't mean you don't pay. Yeah, she, and most other women, often allowed a little extra sleep... if able. But they also loved to push me out of bed at some point as well.
I became frustrated with the living room yesterday. Job after task after, after, after, and I never could seem to see the end of that line! I still have a pile of things to take to the garage, a pile to be put... somewhere, and I need to figure out where to put a few more things. Plus, I want to work on the floor before vacuuming. I would say sweep, but not quite. So close. And I keep banging my head on one more little thing in there. I simply took the evening off, at some point.
Breakfast, coffee... no need for anacin, but a little wake time an fluid would be good. I love the grain mix with meat, slightly microwaved, then with a side of fruit and a half cup of milk. My sized cup. Still, I am trying to drink less dairy as it seems to be snotting me up. I found I could have a splash of regular milk in my coffee, but not much more. A half a cup of milk seems reasonable to my system a few times a week as well. Anything more and the coughing and wheezing seem to come back and attach with a vengeance.
Do you realize how good I have been doing? It's a crazy thing. I am, to my way of thinking, about have way through completely cleaning my cave. Sure, I'll have to go back over what I have hit so far so as to have a solid front, and I have a lot left, but... it's almost impossible to have thought I could do this, get this far. Throw in exercise... if somewhat irregularly... and you've got a running miracle. I don't even see a slow down coming. I might fall, but barring that? Further, I am doing it right through some seriously cool weather. When it heats up is usually when I am more able to push things. It's absolutely crazy. When the way to something opens, it begins to become clear. Alaska is looming larger. On the good side, those of you who hate men, want to see us controlled, and know I won't be? I'll be out of your hair. Yeah, go ahead, do it yourselves, sweet peas.
Vox was right, SJW types (feminists, queers, minorities) truly do hate men. Which only matters since most men have allowed it. As men stop caring, or even trying to negotiate or stay involved, it simply won't matter. You want a cellphone, hell... a house, a car? Build it yourself. The more men who back out, and take off, the more you are going to realize, it isn't we who need you, or anything... especially a system that is just a chain around our neck. Or, more simply, go fuck yourself. Literally, figuratively, or in any way, or with anything, that suits you. Abide or become irrelevant to the mind of man. You really don't want to go there, but at this point, I don't think there is a choice.
Later.
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Oh, I did set a teaspoon of alfalfa to water, then drained it before sleep. I'm not seeing any activity with it. I don't know what to expect though. Something about not giving it sun until it begins, and not so much sun that it dries out... just enough to great it. The mesh I have seems to be good enough to drain the seeds without spilling them out. They say two to three days. I'd like to refresh the water three times a days, since it's so easy... being able to just fill and pour, without needed to use the chinoise. Twice if all else fails, when I take medicine. I'm curious what all can be done with that and how it tastes. I'll beat there are bean and sees out there I will like a lot, and mixes that might even get me to like the stuff, rather than eat it just as more easily digested portable vitamin and mineral sources. Gotta stay away from the seeds that are rich in phytoestrogens. That's part of what is poisoning so many men these days. Organic? Idiots. Anyway... that means research. I know some beans have to be avoided, just not which ones. Soy is bad for it, maybe others.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
No hike.
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Between finally getting to a meal, and the magnetism of work, I just didn't get out in time. I did get to town. I returned the gps and additions, then returned the cable box. Oh, and I picked up several types of sprouting seeds. A mix, and then straight alfalfa seed. I almost bought the sprouting kit, but then decided against. I know I have jars, and was pretty sure I had screen material. If the screening isn't tight enough, I have a chinoise that is fine enough to handle quinoa easily, so it should work. Messy, perhaps, but such is life... and just until they are started a bit, perhaps. I was thinking, yesterday or the day before, that some green in with the grain* mix, one hot, the other cold, would be good. I'd like to experiment with this stuff, maybe even take it on the path if I can get into overnight, and longer, outings. A little green I can trust. Don't believe those who say you can safely live off the land. Much of what is green, brown, and any other color can and will kill you. Much of what is safe to eat looks just like what is not safe to eat. Do you really want to count on being an absolutely perfect walking biology encyclopedia? I'm doing good to pick out the full fat items from the store, so deciding if that is a wild onion, or a poison replicant, based on a slight odor difference, while I might be thirsty, hungry, and overworked, doesn't sound like a plan. Cheap, enough, and light dry. Not even all that difficult to grow, just a little time, light, water, and fuss.
I have been tearing into the living room. Cleaning this and that, sorting wires, cleaning the glass plates. I just need to figure out how to drill holes into the shelf arms. Seems simple enough, but you aren't looking at the problem up front. Rounded tops, hollow, and that metal is something else to work with. Hmm... the little drill press I bought off my friend, that might work. I think there was even a bit of gear at the base, for containing materials. I'm not sure if it is that strong, fine, etc... Yeah, might go check that out. The metal being as hard as it is, I'll want to start with small bits and work up. Plus, I'm not exactly sure what size is needed. You can't put material back, but you can always take off more. I'll do that, then consider vacuuming before I call it a day. If I can do that, I'll be ready to steam clean tomorrow. Before I go to bed, I'll get out the plastic runners.
It is taking forever, and I keep missing things, like working out, hiking, or even getting much done. And yet, the effort is just pouring out. I am running at capacity, plus, even so. The boat should be ready to hit the water after this weekend, so I'll be starting that up next week. Maybe Monday! I am hoping, though, to have the carpet done by the weekend, most of it. Perhaps all of it, if I do it right, maybe? I'm getting there. Oh, next week I am going to begin checking on my phone. If it's time, and I think it might be, I'll be going to a landline only. Speaking with the woman at the cable company, I suggested that I was one of the first people with a cellphone. People laughed. I'm also one of the first to be dumping my cellphone. And, again, people are laughing. She suggested that a simpler life was a goal. I suggested that was one way. She said she needs her text messaging and calls. I should have asked what she did without them, before them... she was older than me, if I had to guess. Instead, I just said I was planting seeds. She's her own management. But that it wouldn't allow for simplicity. Oh, the look. Yeah, she knows. She really does. Just doesn't like to think too much about it. Not yet. I'm a trend starter, even as a quitter, though, I think. We'll see... two to six years seems to be the general rule. For me it is the expense, invasiveness, and uselessness. and some other things.
Hmm... a bowl of cherries, a little music, then I'll get on the drilling, then finish clearing the living room as needed, and then vacuuming. Oh... I was becoming overwhelmed with all the tools, so I put them all up. And, this weekend or sooner, I'll have to sweep, and maybe mop, in those first areas, again. I don't mind going forward, but not so far forward that I forget my trail. Yeah... I'm... getting there. Grumpy as a bear, shaving the pith will do that.
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Between finally getting to a meal, and the magnetism of work, I just didn't get out in time. I did get to town. I returned the gps and additions, then returned the cable box. Oh, and I picked up several types of sprouting seeds. A mix, and then straight alfalfa seed. I almost bought the sprouting kit, but then decided against. I know I have jars, and was pretty sure I had screen material. If the screening isn't tight enough, I have a chinoise that is fine enough to handle quinoa easily, so it should work. Messy, perhaps, but such is life... and just until they are started a bit, perhaps. I was thinking, yesterday or the day before, that some green in with the grain* mix, one hot, the other cold, would be good. I'd like to experiment with this stuff, maybe even take it on the path if I can get into overnight, and longer, outings. A little green I can trust. Don't believe those who say you can safely live off the land. Much of what is green, brown, and any other color can and will kill you. Much of what is safe to eat looks just like what is not safe to eat. Do you really want to count on being an absolutely perfect walking biology encyclopedia? I'm doing good to pick out the full fat items from the store, so deciding if that is a wild onion, or a poison replicant, based on a slight odor difference, while I might be thirsty, hungry, and overworked, doesn't sound like a plan. Cheap, enough, and light dry. Not even all that difficult to grow, just a little time, light, water, and fuss.
I have been tearing into the living room. Cleaning this and that, sorting wires, cleaning the glass plates. I just need to figure out how to drill holes into the shelf arms. Seems simple enough, but you aren't looking at the problem up front. Rounded tops, hollow, and that metal is something else to work with. Hmm... the little drill press I bought off my friend, that might work. I think there was even a bit of gear at the base, for containing materials. I'm not sure if it is that strong, fine, etc... Yeah, might go check that out. The metal being as hard as it is, I'll want to start with small bits and work up. Plus, I'm not exactly sure what size is needed. You can't put material back, but you can always take off more. I'll do that, then consider vacuuming before I call it a day. If I can do that, I'll be ready to steam clean tomorrow. Before I go to bed, I'll get out the plastic runners.
It is taking forever, and I keep missing things, like working out, hiking, or even getting much done. And yet, the effort is just pouring out. I am running at capacity, plus, even so. The boat should be ready to hit the water after this weekend, so I'll be starting that up next week. Maybe Monday! I am hoping, though, to have the carpet done by the weekend, most of it. Perhaps all of it, if I do it right, maybe? I'm getting there. Oh, next week I am going to begin checking on my phone. If it's time, and I think it might be, I'll be going to a landline only. Speaking with the woman at the cable company, I suggested that I was one of the first people with a cellphone. People laughed. I'm also one of the first to be dumping my cellphone. And, again, people are laughing. She suggested that a simpler life was a goal. I suggested that was one way. She said she needs her text messaging and calls. I should have asked what she did without them, before them... she was older than me, if I had to guess. Instead, I just said I was planting seeds. She's her own management. But that it wouldn't allow for simplicity. Oh, the look. Yeah, she knows. She really does. Just doesn't like to think too much about it. Not yet. I'm a trend starter, even as a quitter, though, I think. We'll see... two to six years seems to be the general rule. For me it is the expense, invasiveness, and uselessness. and some other things.
Hmm... a bowl of cherries, a little music, then I'll get on the drilling, then finish clearing the living room as needed, and then vacuuming. Oh... I was becoming overwhelmed with all the tools, so I put them all up. And, this weekend or sooner, I'll have to sweep, and maybe mop, in those first areas, again. I don't mind going forward, but not so far forward that I forget my trail. Yeah... I'm... getting there. Grumpy as a bear, shaving the pith will do that.
The payoff of the long and steady?
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Every time I go out to prepare something for breakfast... *click*, like a magnet I go right back to work. This time I started working on getting the components out of the floor shelving. Lots and lots o' wires. I always forget, overlook, ignore, until they are in my hands and having to be dealt with again, for whatever reason. WIRES! Wireless isn't better, just invisible, possibly toxic. As if this many wires isn't already. Hey, but... out of mind, out of sight, for some. Until the lesions I suppose. Never mind that last, just trying to be cheery. You are welcome.
Anyway, so I get the components out, mostly intact from what I can tell. Oh, yeah, if you have arms, for shelving, sticky out from the wall 18" over what you are working on below? Remove them. No mishap required, just a bit of fussing and dodging before the notion struck. No eyes were lost in the making of this blog post. I did try, mind you. Came as close as is probably possible. Yeah, take down long pointy things, if possible, when they stick out at eye level while you are working on stuff, more so working in already cramped quarters. So, after components, I removed the glass shelving to see what the floor-based shelving setup looked like.
Perfect. The glass was held on by suckers, and the shelves were simply rectangular frames, of welded squares actually, bolted to either the body frame or back brace. They all came off and out easily. No hitch, no trick, no problems. I decided to leave the top shelf and frame together as a single structure. I will put that particular piece of glass, after returning the suckers that hold it, back in. It will work as a small coffee type table. I don't do coffee on tables, coffee tables or otherwise, but I do have... things that need to go somewhere. Due to a slight imbalance, it needs to go against a wall, but I can do that. The rest of the metal can be used for various things. I am thinking they might work for the construction of a solar oven... making it slightly beefier than wood alone. Or... who knows. But good strong metal, and bolts, if the intended design was an absolute failure. Lemons? Make lemonade, you know.
So, I have that all stripped. Everything sorted into cave and garage piles, and simply need to sort the wires and components, move them, and just a bit more, and I should be ready to vacuum before long. Maybe not today, with what all else is planned, but... it's getting there. As to the wall-mounted shelving? As I suggested, the shelves came out as frames, rectangular. And they would work. But why add the extra weight? I am thinking of simply drilling holes for the suckers, right into the shelf arms, then simply attaching the glass to those. It would save some weight, and the metal frames could be used for something else. I'm not sure how strong those shelf arms are, so... one less thing to worry... as much... about. Innit?
Hmm... not sure about time. I might be able to get the shelving up, and the components stacked, before a shower then hiking. I don't know for sure. I want breakfast... uhrm lunch anyway... though too! I might be able to fit it all in. As to the title? It seems that, even when running into absolute headwind, maybe even being shoved by it into negative territory, it seems that keeping at it might have solid rewards. A lesson, as I go further, and might face such headwinds, even stronger ones, lasting longer periods of time. Just... keep plugging away. If you feel like exploding? Don't. You'll just regret it. I would have, I am almost sure. Ignore emotions until you get back to your feet, in positive territory, back on your way, and then can reflect during a break. Yeah... yeah, I think so.
Oh, yeah, I already printed the return label for the gps and accessories, have them packaged, taped, and ready to go. A quick stop on my way through town to the hike. Dang kids anyway. I don't think I need anything from the stores today, so... Just a hike, maybe a dinner on the way back. Oh... is it just me, or have fast food chains... been having trouble keeping good hires? Are they helping with Zero's "problems"? Something is going off the rails. I have exited using most fast food restaurants in town, I'm down to using one or two, and those... I won't eat in a place I don't trust. And that trust comes through having workers that don't offend every sense of civil, normal, clean, and neat that I have. I'm an cave ogre, but even I have standards. If McDonalds, and several others, are trying to get ahead through political machinations, allowances, or such, at least locally, they are doing it all wrong. At least for me. I won't eat in what I suspect is a pigpen, run by gangers or other questionable sorts. Just won't do it. And get CNN off your televisions. If you can't, then get rid of the televisions altogether. Actually, I would prefer the latter. I don't appreciate any propaganda while I eat, and don't believe sports are legit, so don't even bother with that. Sheesh, guys. Your murdering your own businesses for the approval of politicians who want to see you put out of business. What DON'T you get? Gah! Oh? Oh yeah. Watch what is happening to insurance companies. Go on, take a look. Idiots.
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Every time I go out to prepare something for breakfast... *click*, like a magnet I go right back to work. This time I started working on getting the components out of the floor shelving. Lots and lots o' wires. I always forget, overlook, ignore, until they are in my hands and having to be dealt with again, for whatever reason. WIRES! Wireless isn't better, just invisible, possibly toxic. As if this many wires isn't already. Hey, but... out of mind, out of sight, for some. Until the lesions I suppose. Never mind that last, just trying to be cheery. You are welcome.
Anyway, so I get the components out, mostly intact from what I can tell. Oh, yeah, if you have arms, for shelving, sticky out from the wall 18" over what you are working on below? Remove them. No mishap required, just a bit of fussing and dodging before the notion struck. No eyes were lost in the making of this blog post. I did try, mind you. Came as close as is probably possible. Yeah, take down long pointy things, if possible, when they stick out at eye level while you are working on stuff, more so working in already cramped quarters. So, after components, I removed the glass shelving to see what the floor-based shelving setup looked like.
Perfect. The glass was held on by suckers, and the shelves were simply rectangular frames, of welded squares actually, bolted to either the body frame or back brace. They all came off and out easily. No hitch, no trick, no problems. I decided to leave the top shelf and frame together as a single structure. I will put that particular piece of glass, after returning the suckers that hold it, back in. It will work as a small coffee type table. I don't do coffee on tables, coffee tables or otherwise, but I do have... things that need to go somewhere. Due to a slight imbalance, it needs to go against a wall, but I can do that. The rest of the metal can be used for various things. I am thinking they might work for the construction of a solar oven... making it slightly beefier than wood alone. Or... who knows. But good strong metal, and bolts, if the intended design was an absolute failure. Lemons? Make lemonade, you know.
So, I have that all stripped. Everything sorted into cave and garage piles, and simply need to sort the wires and components, move them, and just a bit more, and I should be ready to vacuum before long. Maybe not today, with what all else is planned, but... it's getting there. As to the wall-mounted shelving? As I suggested, the shelves came out as frames, rectangular. And they would work. But why add the extra weight? I am thinking of simply drilling holes for the suckers, right into the shelf arms, then simply attaching the glass to those. It would save some weight, and the metal frames could be used for something else. I'm not sure how strong those shelf arms are, so... one less thing to worry... as much... about. Innit?
Hmm... not sure about time. I might be able to get the shelving up, and the components stacked, before a shower then hiking. I don't know for sure. I want breakfast... uhrm lunch anyway... though too! I might be able to fit it all in. As to the title? It seems that, even when running into absolute headwind, maybe even being shoved by it into negative territory, it seems that keeping at it might have solid rewards. A lesson, as I go further, and might face such headwinds, even stronger ones, lasting longer periods of time. Just... keep plugging away. If you feel like exploding? Don't. You'll just regret it. I would have, I am almost sure. Ignore emotions until you get back to your feet, in positive territory, back on your way, and then can reflect during a break. Yeah... yeah, I think so.
Oh, yeah, I already printed the return label for the gps and accessories, have them packaged, taped, and ready to go. A quick stop on my way through town to the hike. Dang kids anyway. I don't think I need anything from the stores today, so... Just a hike, maybe a dinner on the way back. Oh... is it just me, or have fast food chains... been having trouble keeping good hires? Are they helping with Zero's "problems"? Something is going off the rails. I have exited using most fast food restaurants in town, I'm down to using one or two, and those... I won't eat in a place I don't trust. And that trust comes through having workers that don't offend every sense of civil, normal, clean, and neat that I have. I'm an cave ogre, but even I have standards. If McDonalds, and several others, are trying to get ahead through political machinations, allowances, or such, at least locally, they are doing it all wrong. At least for me. I won't eat in what I suspect is a pigpen, run by gangers or other questionable sorts. Just won't do it. And get CNN off your televisions. If you can't, then get rid of the televisions altogether. Actually, I would prefer the latter. I don't appreciate any propaganda while I eat, and don't believe sports are legit, so don't even bother with that. Sheesh, guys. Your murdering your own businesses for the approval of politicians who want to see you put out of business. What DON'T you get? Gah! Oh? Oh yeah. Watch what is happening to insurance companies. Go on, take a look. Idiots.
Just so you know.
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While I have been ramping up physical activity, cleaning, food, and those other things I suggested, I haven't dropped the ball on other start-ups and regular dailies. I still do daily sudoku, and I read nearly daily... usually several little bits of time while resting. I am not reading at a record pace, but the equivalent of a short story a day, sometimes a bit more. I have plans to add a bit more into my regimen. Lessons for this or that. Topics I have mastered at some point or other, then up through my highest achievements perhaps, then maybe on into areas I don't know in new or old fields. Well, that is the plan. Sort of like windsprints, those aren't for tomorrow, or next week. Fall, winter, next spring, can't be sure. And no promises.
Oh, and I am probably returning the gps. The base maps on it are all but useless. I can't even be sure the thing works right. Advanced maps, from what I am hearing, are great. The problem is they are expensive. Plus, you have to update them, probably yearly. The road maps for the US are... mostly... reasonable. And they are for the complete US. The river and lake maps, however, are only good on the scale of 1/2 to 1/3 of a state, at about $160 per scale. I wonder if bigger states, such as Alaska and Texas have even more regions. Probably. You don't get much for all that, not enough. And, that doesn't include "outdoor" maps (topographic). Those are another $60-$90, and only cover a few states, while not being easy to use on the trail... or even all that accurate some suggest. So, for water, road, and trail, just for this state, I'm looking at $160 x 2 or 3 -river/lake, plus $130-roads US, plus (say) $70-topo... $480 + $130 + $70 = $680... for one year. I don't know how much updates are. I just know that maps are beyond my reach up front. I wonder if the government is even getting a kickback, or just politicians, for Garmin using USGS satellite data for their products? Yeah, the gps is going back.
I still haven't gotten to breakfast yet. But then I put in a good show before I woke. A price must be paid, here, there, now, or later. I'll get to that, see about printing a return label and getting that back in the box and returned, and then head to town a bit after all that. Later.
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While I have been ramping up physical activity, cleaning, food, and those other things I suggested, I haven't dropped the ball on other start-ups and regular dailies. I still do daily sudoku, and I read nearly daily... usually several little bits of time while resting. I am not reading at a record pace, but the equivalent of a short story a day, sometimes a bit more. I have plans to add a bit more into my regimen. Lessons for this or that. Topics I have mastered at some point or other, then up through my highest achievements perhaps, then maybe on into areas I don't know in new or old fields. Well, that is the plan. Sort of like windsprints, those aren't for tomorrow, or next week. Fall, winter, next spring, can't be sure. And no promises.
Oh, and I am probably returning the gps. The base maps on it are all but useless. I can't even be sure the thing works right. Advanced maps, from what I am hearing, are great. The problem is they are expensive. Plus, you have to update them, probably yearly. The road maps for the US are... mostly... reasonable. And they are for the complete US. The river and lake maps, however, are only good on the scale of 1/2 to 1/3 of a state, at about $160 per scale. I wonder if bigger states, such as Alaska and Texas have even more regions. Probably. You don't get much for all that, not enough. And, that doesn't include "outdoor" maps (topographic). Those are another $60-$90, and only cover a few states, while not being easy to use on the trail... or even all that accurate some suggest. So, for water, road, and trail, just for this state, I'm looking at $160 x 2 or 3 -river/lake, plus $130-roads US, plus (say) $70-topo... $480 + $130 + $70 = $680... for one year. I don't know how much updates are. I just know that maps are beyond my reach up front. I wonder if the government is even getting a kickback, or just politicians, for Garmin using USGS satellite data for their products? Yeah, the gps is going back.
I still haven't gotten to breakfast yet. But then I put in a good show before I woke. A price must be paid, here, there, now, or later. I'll get to that, see about printing a return label and getting that back in the box and returned, and then head to town a bit after all that. Later.
Before I even woke.
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I had two pieces cut, but one of them was... off. For the shelving, done yesterday. None of my tools seemed to be working for a third cut of the material yesterday. With the blades I bought yesterday, and yet a great deal of effort, I got the final cut this morning. Most metal is soft, this was not. It must have been hardened. I remind, I tried the angle grinder on it yesterday... before seeing the folly in that... and only nicked it. The grinder hadn't even cut clean through. I used a blade in the sawsall that is supposed to be for harder metal. It was a beast even so, I think the blade is a ruin as well. But, done. Then I arranged those pieces on the wall, got one drilled in, which was a beast as well. It's like they used iron wood in there. I ended up having to drill a smaller starter hole, then a larger one. Even then the screws were a beast to get in. Never mind. The shelving is up. Now I simply have to figure out how to dismantle the floor shelving structure, poor as it is, and either unbolt or saw off the parts I need. Well... then figure out how to attach those to the shelving mounts.
Still, I got so much more done already today than what I accomplished on the whole of yesterday, and before waking, or even breakfast! I did get a few sips of coffee in while working. That helps. Hmm, breakfast, then some more work, then out for a hike. Same path. Not sure I expect as much today, but I'll do the same as before, the same as I will be doing from now on... one foot in front of the other, and so on, until I have gone a bit past my reserves, and then some more, and some more, until there is no more... then return. And as at much of a pace as I can maintain. I hope to make it as far as Monday, and more. I just don't know. Then again, I hear no thunder. It is cloudy, it might well rain. Those things I can handle. Having bones shaken by thunder not a thousand, more like 600, yards above... sort of changes plans.
No, I did not lift last night. If I want to try to keep up, I'll have to do that tonight. Not sure I can keep up with the plans, but will aim for that. Much of what I am doing in the cave is physical. While drilling, keeping parts level, and... all that... doesn't seem physical, trying to get a 6'5" guy into a 4' by 2' area, bent and twisted, while using heavy drills, keeping balance, and having almost no wiggle room or space to even adjust the feet, or trying to check a level that is jerryrigged to start and precariously so, over and over, is a workout. I think the hard part is finished. If I have to do any cutting, I will grab the grinder, go outside, and have at it with absolute abandon. I'm tired of negotiating. If need be, and I destroy things, I'll just figure something else out. Damned crap anyway!
Hmm... after breakfast and a short break, I'll begin extricating the shelving. If that goes smoothly, and I can figure out a mounting process, I'll then head for a hike, and perhaps any additional hardware I may need. Always more, isn't there? Always. Thankfully, I planned on heading to town anyway. I'm on it, Chief. Wait! I AM Chief. Chief, brave, cook, cleaner, camp drunk, you name it. A veritable one man disaster. Yum! Yeah, well, whatever. I'm on it. Later.
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I had two pieces cut, but one of them was... off. For the shelving, done yesterday. None of my tools seemed to be working for a third cut of the material yesterday. With the blades I bought yesterday, and yet a great deal of effort, I got the final cut this morning. Most metal is soft, this was not. It must have been hardened. I remind, I tried the angle grinder on it yesterday... before seeing the folly in that... and only nicked it. The grinder hadn't even cut clean through. I used a blade in the sawsall that is supposed to be for harder metal. It was a beast even so, I think the blade is a ruin as well. But, done. Then I arranged those pieces on the wall, got one drilled in, which was a beast as well. It's like they used iron wood in there. I ended up having to drill a smaller starter hole, then a larger one. Even then the screws were a beast to get in. Never mind. The shelving is up. Now I simply have to figure out how to dismantle the floor shelving structure, poor as it is, and either unbolt or saw off the parts I need. Well... then figure out how to attach those to the shelving mounts.
Still, I got so much more done already today than what I accomplished on the whole of yesterday, and before waking, or even breakfast! I did get a few sips of coffee in while working. That helps. Hmm, breakfast, then some more work, then out for a hike. Same path. Not sure I expect as much today, but I'll do the same as before, the same as I will be doing from now on... one foot in front of the other, and so on, until I have gone a bit past my reserves, and then some more, and some more, until there is no more... then return. And as at much of a pace as I can maintain. I hope to make it as far as Monday, and more. I just don't know. Then again, I hear no thunder. It is cloudy, it might well rain. Those things I can handle. Having bones shaken by thunder not a thousand, more like 600, yards above... sort of changes plans.
No, I did not lift last night. If I want to try to keep up, I'll have to do that tonight. Not sure I can keep up with the plans, but will aim for that. Much of what I am doing in the cave is physical. While drilling, keeping parts level, and... all that... doesn't seem physical, trying to get a 6'5" guy into a 4' by 2' area, bent and twisted, while using heavy drills, keeping balance, and having almost no wiggle room or space to even adjust the feet, or trying to check a level that is jerryrigged to start and precariously so, over and over, is a workout. I think the hard part is finished. If I have to do any cutting, I will grab the grinder, go outside, and have at it with absolute abandon. I'm tired of negotiating. If need be, and I destroy things, I'll just figure something else out. Damned crap anyway!
Hmm... after breakfast and a short break, I'll begin extricating the shelving. If that goes smoothly, and I can figure out a mounting process, I'll then head for a hike, and perhaps any additional hardware I may need. Always more, isn't there? Always. Thankfully, I planned on heading to town anyway. I'm on it, Chief. Wait! I AM Chief. Chief, brave, cook, cleaner, camp drunk, you name it. A veritable one man disaster. Yum! Yeah, well, whatever. I'm on it. Later.
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