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I know there were plans. Dishes and else. I sort of lost track and kept doing when possible. Dishes, the first sets, done. Laundry, could only pull one load together, that is in the dryer. Sourdoughs have been fed. I am going to set up bread tomorrow, probably. I still need to sweep and set the oat pail for use. More and more tea! I must be going through that at a record pace, I am barely keeping cold available with solid effort and an gallon and an half reserve!
Dinner, of course. The berries did well with the burger-sausage. Long cook time, if you aren't in a hurry, goodie. Which went well with cabbage, and butter. Only advise, don't try to chew food with the wheat in it using your front teeth, and actually, generally, don't chow down. I have strong teeth, what of them I haven't eaten. I wouldn't bet on most people not chipping a tooth. I drink a lot of milk, plus use cream and butter like a king. My bones are... solid... even without that. Just a word to the wise. It was just at one angle, couldn't find it after. Thought I bit a rock!
A few more things. Dinner dishes, oats, sweeping, a shower then shave if possible. I don't know if that would complete the previous list. I won't promise it will get done. It is merely what my mind contrives as tasks remaining. Later, or good night. Perhaps an update if all goes well(er(tm)).
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Lost awake asleep. Most of it is done. Had hoped to do more, and more again. Done.
But..?
I know I am not this one, but I do know this one. It's a start. A dark old friend. Once thought a master, until he didn't serve. Then he was set against all. There is some hope he will serve as a master yet. Either way, he will be the vehicle of at least one of the four horsemen. Or, so a little birdy chirps.
Good night.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Just starting.
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I did reset dishes earlier. I've fiddled, making tea and a few other things. Regular whole wheat was opened and ground, along with standard spelt as well. If I hadn't mentioned, or done it by last post. I meant to sprout regular wheat, but dishes were in the way. I did a few, reset the rest. I'm hoping to make a loaf or two of whole sprouted spelt tomorrow, then regular spelt, then sprouted or regular wheat bread. Mostly practice. I'll want to start the dough tonight. Don't need to sour overnight, but I enjoy sourdough at it's best.
What else tonight? If I can finish the dishes, soaking regular wheat, a shave and shower. As I am cooking meat crumble and sprouted spelt berries, before finishing dishes for obvious reasons, I may put a load of laundry in. And I could sweep the bathroom before I shower. Actually, setting up oats would be good. I have to take the long term storage lid off, replace it with an easy-access lid, then close it back up. I was a bit surprised, when I did that for the regular wheat pail, how much force was required. Not a test for me, or the rubber mallet. I just wasn't sure the plastic would survive. I was cautious, only using fractions of my strength. I'm officially cycling grains. Legumes as well. I will want to replace what I am using, and then some. Oh, and coconut oil, which is both for consumption and soap, or will be soon. Took a bit, it's still give or take, but I am storing to live and living off it.
It's not fancy. It isn't full up and everything. But it is getting there. If finances stabilize, I catch my breath, I get beef and pork back in supply, canning and jerking some of it, then stock up on regular canned foods... I am getting there. It's just hit or miss because of bureaucratic tomfoolery. And some inability to deal with them well. I'll get there.
I best get to laundry. The berries are sort of done. The meat will be fast. Later.
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I did reset dishes earlier. I've fiddled, making tea and a few other things. Regular whole wheat was opened and ground, along with standard spelt as well. If I hadn't mentioned, or done it by last post. I meant to sprout regular wheat, but dishes were in the way. I did a few, reset the rest. I'm hoping to make a loaf or two of whole sprouted spelt tomorrow, then regular spelt, then sprouted or regular wheat bread. Mostly practice. I'll want to start the dough tonight. Don't need to sour overnight, but I enjoy sourdough at it's best.
What else tonight? If I can finish the dishes, soaking regular wheat, a shave and shower. As I am cooking meat crumble and sprouted spelt berries, before finishing dishes for obvious reasons, I may put a load of laundry in. And I could sweep the bathroom before I shower. Actually, setting up oats would be good. I have to take the long term storage lid off, replace it with an easy-access lid, then close it back up. I was a bit surprised, when I did that for the regular wheat pail, how much force was required. Not a test for me, or the rubber mallet. I just wasn't sure the plastic would survive. I was cautious, only using fractions of my strength. I'm officially cycling grains. Legumes as well. I will want to replace what I am using, and then some. Oh, and coconut oil, which is both for consumption and soap, or will be soon. Took a bit, it's still give or take, but I am storing to live and living off it.
It's not fancy. It isn't full up and everything. But it is getting there. If finances stabilize, I catch my breath, I get beef and pork back in supply, canning and jerking some of it, then stock up on regular canned foods... I am getting there. It's just hit or miss because of bureaucratic tomfoolery. And some inability to deal with them well. I'll get there.
I best get to laundry. The berries are sort of done. The meat will be fast. Later.
Monday, March 12, 2018
What a crash. Mommy?
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Immediately, I think, after that last post, I fell so hard and fast that when I hit black, what I thought must be bottom, I kept going. Imagine you are piloting a Mustang. You lose part of a wing. You are keeping it at a easy loop down. Then some jackwagon shoots off the tail, and for good measure, the rest of the wing and the ejection controls. Hush, couldn't reach those until stabilized, which had just about happened when a funny thing happened on your way out.
Now your spinning into the dirt. All controls are frozen or dead. You have hurled everything in your guts, and more. And you have just started your descent, it's 20,000 and minusing. Only, to ease your mind, you realize these g's will cause you to black out, maybe die, in very short order. Only it doesn't. It doesn't? No, it doesn't. You ride the burning chunk of groaning roaring spitting metal right into the dirt. Only, impossibly, it keeps going, after a massive shudder from the hit.
Where I ended up, in this, the next world, a dreamscape, or some mix? I'm... finding my real limits? Expanding them? It doesn't hurt, if I am a bit disoriented, slightly sweaty... between flushing hot and cold. Groovy, baby. Let's do it again, daddy! Whatever. I fell similarly recently, if with nowhere near this intensity. No complaints, if the world would settle. Still spinning at a very light clockwise tilt... about half a knot to starboard.
When did I crash. After 9:00. Can't use the blog timestamp, I've seen that hours off in both directions on the same day. I am sure it was at least well into 9:00, nearing 10:00, at least. I had done no more work. Part of my problem was I was so tired I couldn't get up to go to bed? I think so.
I woke at 17:45 or later. Ah, part of the problem is it is getting so hot. With the fan, it was up to 65 F. This time of year, for me, that is brutally hot sleeping weather. More 40, or 50 on hot days, is normal and preferred. Brutal.
Anyway, after prime 'morning' duties, I decided to check the grains. Two ways... One, of course, is to weigh the pre-weighed grains and compare numbers. Another way would be to take a sample of the un-sprouted and sprouted, of similar volume, weighing each and comparing those numbers. I did both. The first seemed the most accurate. Actually, in either case, they lost some mass. They are drier than they were, by five to seven percent, double that or more for the method I am doubting. In any case, I am thinking between six and twelve hours for that, if I'd like to improve (decrease that range to an hour either way) those numbers and develop a spot on test for equalized drying between start and finish.
You know, even if it won't work for gruel, I could just cook some of the whole sprouted berries. Enough to try a bowl with butter, and enough to add to some meat mix. I need to refresh my meat crumble mix, and cabbage on the side sounded good too. The berries would fit in well, I suspect. Just... in case the gruel is a bust.
Then I ground what nearly filled a quart jar with course ground. Bleh, it's just flour. I can't tell the difference between this and regular grind. Not sure it will work for gruel? I was a bit disappointed, if there may be no need. I'll pout a good half more hour to half the day before seeing about my gruel dilemma. I bottled and labelled that, which went into the fridge. Then I just put the rest of the dry sprouted and still otherwise whole grains into tig ol'... I mean a big ol' jar. Wiggle those wheat berries! And label them. Gotta keep em' separated. Label EVERYTHING. Time, date, exactly what it is. I'm slowly learning, if often the hard way.
Back to work when and if I can. Gotta do some things. Others can wait until the world stops spinning. Later.
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Immediately, I think, after that last post, I fell so hard and fast that when I hit black, what I thought must be bottom, I kept going. Imagine you are piloting a Mustang. You lose part of a wing. You are keeping it at a easy loop down. Then some jackwagon shoots off the tail, and for good measure, the rest of the wing and the ejection controls. Hush, couldn't reach those until stabilized, which had just about happened when a funny thing happened on your way out.
Now your spinning into the dirt. All controls are frozen or dead. You have hurled everything in your guts, and more. And you have just started your descent, it's 20,000 and minusing. Only, to ease your mind, you realize these g's will cause you to black out, maybe die, in very short order. Only it doesn't. It doesn't? No, it doesn't. You ride the burning chunk of groaning roaring spitting metal right into the dirt. Only, impossibly, it keeps going, after a massive shudder from the hit.
Where I ended up, in this, the next world, a dreamscape, or some mix? I'm... finding my real limits? Expanding them? It doesn't hurt, if I am a bit disoriented, slightly sweaty... between flushing hot and cold. Groovy, baby. Let's do it again, daddy! Whatever. I fell similarly recently, if with nowhere near this intensity. No complaints, if the world would settle. Still spinning at a very light clockwise tilt... about half a knot to starboard.
When did I crash. After 9:00. Can't use the blog timestamp, I've seen that hours off in both directions on the same day. I am sure it was at least well into 9:00, nearing 10:00, at least. I had done no more work. Part of my problem was I was so tired I couldn't get up to go to bed? I think so.
I woke at 17:45 or later. Ah, part of the problem is it is getting so hot. With the fan, it was up to 65 F. This time of year, for me, that is brutally hot sleeping weather. More 40, or 50 on hot days, is normal and preferred. Brutal.
Anyway, after prime 'morning' duties, I decided to check the grains. Two ways... One, of course, is to weigh the pre-weighed grains and compare numbers. Another way would be to take a sample of the un-sprouted and sprouted, of similar volume, weighing each and comparing those numbers. I did both. The first seemed the most accurate. Actually, in either case, they lost some mass. They are drier than they were, by five to seven percent, double that or more for the method I am doubting. In any case, I am thinking between six and twelve hours for that, if I'd like to improve (decrease that range to an hour either way) those numbers and develop a spot on test for equalized drying between start and finish.
You know, even if it won't work for gruel, I could just cook some of the whole sprouted berries. Enough to try a bowl with butter, and enough to add to some meat mix. I need to refresh my meat crumble mix, and cabbage on the side sounded good too. The berries would fit in well, I suspect. Just... in case the gruel is a bust.
Then I ground what nearly filled a quart jar with course ground. Bleh, it's just flour. I can't tell the difference between this and regular grind. Not sure it will work for gruel? I was a bit disappointed, if there may be no need. I'll pout a good half more hour to half the day before seeing about my gruel dilemma. I bottled and labelled that, which went into the fridge. Then I just put the rest of the dry sprouted and still otherwise whole grains into tig ol'... I mean a big ol' jar. Wiggle those wheat berries! And label them. Gotta keep em' separated. Label EVERYTHING. Time, date, exactly what it is. I'm slowly learning, if often the hard way.
Back to work when and if I can. Gotta do some things. Others can wait until the world stops spinning. Later.
Doing, without necessarily following the list.
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The first part, check. I think I followed the first steps. Then the kefir snuck a jab to my kidneys, when I swung to defend, spelt got a fantastic right in, nailed it. I ended up doing the cat litter, scrubbing the toilet if I plan to hit it again, setting the spelt which has sprouted as much as it will to dry in the machine... keeping the batches separated so I'll know which baskets to weigh, and reset kefir save for washing the dishes. This time I took great care to find larger kefir grains and reuse those very specifically. Not at all necessary. A thing of pride, as with big pumpkins.
Really, other than sweeping and sourdoughs, I have hit most of the warmups and much of the first jobs. Sweeping is fast, and scrubbing a essentially clean toilet out of excessive caution is short work. A rest, had to. If I can finish the list, including dishes (much more than understood, with kefir, sprouting, and supper dishes), I may just take a nap. I do what I can. Tired already.
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The first part, check. I think I followed the first steps. Then the kefir snuck a jab to my kidneys, when I swung to defend, spelt got a fantastic right in, nailed it. I ended up doing the cat litter, scrubbing the toilet if I plan to hit it again, setting the spelt which has sprouted as much as it will to dry in the machine... keeping the batches separated so I'll know which baskets to weigh, and reset kefir save for washing the dishes. This time I took great care to find larger kefir grains and reuse those very specifically. Not at all necessary. A thing of pride, as with big pumpkins.
Really, other than sweeping and sourdoughs, I have hit most of the warmups and much of the first jobs. Sweeping is fast, and scrubbing a essentially clean toilet out of excessive caution is short work. A rest, had to. If I can finish the list, including dishes (much more than understood, with kefir, sprouting, and supper dishes), I may just take a nap. I do what I can. Tired already.
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Wow, sleep was needed.
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Yesterday, splitting my sleep, and all the work of late, crashed my system. I went to sleep at around 6:00, up to thirty minutes after. I woke??? 20:30 to 21:30? Probably, no earlier. A lot of sleep. I woke a few times, fed the girls in there. Let them in for a bit. Then not. Got sore but kept rolling. Needed the sleep, couldn't shake it, so did what I could to not end bent all out of shape due to being temporarily bedridden. It seems to have worked. I have a whole lot more sympathy for those folk, young or old, who are tied to a bed or chair.
I was hungry right off. I tried the mushroom stroganoff, testing microwave reheating. It did amazingly well. I guess with enough good fats the microwave doesn't overcook. Though meat fats are terrible in the micro. That was an amazing reheated meal. I wouldn't have believed it. This time about a third of what was left was enough, though I am rethinking another helping.
If I can, hitting the bathroom is first on my list. Not much to it. Just brushing in and around the toilet, sweeping, and checking the trash. The rest is in top shape. Of course the first kefir checks, sourdough stirrings, litter box resets, and dishes? No, I think I finished dishes before crashing. Just that jug for the sourdough... had to nearly chisel through layers to get the dried starter, and grandma's raging bush off and out. I know milk kefir will need sorted and rejarred, a lot of work. Then another sourdough needs rejarred... one at a time. Then I can get to the bathroom. Ugh. Hmm, I can set the toilet to a chlorine soak beforehand, for a much quicker go when I get to it. Did I already write "Ugh"? If not, UGH!
I suspect I'll get through these and into the kitchen yet this day. I need to clean the stovetop and oven, perhaps then letting the oven self-cleaning system have it's go. Then to the table and floor. If I get the floor cleared and swept, then mopping and the bathroom. Can't really tell with the kitchen, after mopping, but it smells better. New floors there, in the halls, and back porch are on the list. A new furnace and ac are next in the queue, then the en suite, with a new fridge and a few other appliances in there. Ugh. But I am getting there.
I've had to figure out how to live with a mortgage, how to arrange utilities, fixed replaced water heaters, toilets, and other things. Tried to do my own plumbing and failed. Purchased two freezers, a new stove, new washer (twice) and dryer. I also need tree work, a new electrical panel and subpanel. So, you know... I really have been giving it hell, and I'm not done. One thing at a time.
Well, on to a bite, then the dailies. Might kick out litter boxes first, then wash up for second breakfast while adding chlorine to the tank and bowl. Later.
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Yesterday, splitting my sleep, and all the work of late, crashed my system. I went to sleep at around 6:00, up to thirty minutes after. I woke??? 20:30 to 21:30? Probably, no earlier. A lot of sleep. I woke a few times, fed the girls in there. Let them in for a bit. Then not. Got sore but kept rolling. Needed the sleep, couldn't shake it, so did what I could to not end bent all out of shape due to being temporarily bedridden. It seems to have worked. I have a whole lot more sympathy for those folk, young or old, who are tied to a bed or chair.
I was hungry right off. I tried the mushroom stroganoff, testing microwave reheating. It did amazingly well. I guess with enough good fats the microwave doesn't overcook. Though meat fats are terrible in the micro. That was an amazing reheated meal. I wouldn't have believed it. This time about a third of what was left was enough, though I am rethinking another helping.
If I can, hitting the bathroom is first on my list. Not much to it. Just brushing in and around the toilet, sweeping, and checking the trash. The rest is in top shape. Of course the first kefir checks, sourdough stirrings, litter box resets, and dishes? No, I think I finished dishes before crashing. Just that jug for the sourdough... had to nearly chisel through layers to get the dried starter, and grandma's raging bush off and out. I know milk kefir will need sorted and rejarred, a lot of work. Then another sourdough needs rejarred... one at a time. Then I can get to the bathroom. Ugh. Hmm, I can set the toilet to a chlorine soak beforehand, for a much quicker go when I get to it. Did I already write "Ugh"? If not, UGH!
I suspect I'll get through these and into the kitchen yet this day. I need to clean the stovetop and oven, perhaps then letting the oven self-cleaning system have it's go. Then to the table and floor. If I get the floor cleared and swept, then mopping and the bathroom. Can't really tell with the kitchen, after mopping, but it smells better. New floors there, in the halls, and back porch are on the list. A new furnace and ac are next in the queue, then the en suite, with a new fridge and a few other appliances in there. Ugh. But I am getting there.
I've had to figure out how to live with a mortgage, how to arrange utilities, fixed replaced water heaters, toilets, and other things. Tried to do my own plumbing and failed. Purchased two freezers, a new stove, new washer (twice) and dryer. I also need tree work, a new electrical panel and subpanel. So, you know... I really have been giving it hell, and I'm not done. One thing at a time.
Well, on to a bite, then the dailies. Might kick out litter boxes first, then wash up for second breakfast while adding chlorine to the tank and bowl. Later.
Didn't know dinner could be so quick and easy.
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Excellent as well, I should add. I went looking for something. Sardines would not suffice, especially two nights in a row. Mushrooms? But were they still good. I was hoping enough to just start everything. They did end up being good. I thought to eat them as they were. A bit rich even for me. Spaghetti, a white sauce of mushroom, cream, sour cream, and of course the butter in which the mushrooms were swimming. I said quick and easy, nothing about low cal.
Good? Heck no! Super. I've got a lot left. Foods that rich go a long way even in Ogreville. I'm not certain it will store, or heat up well. I am simply willing to take the risk. But bedtime right after, mostly. Good night.
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Excellent as well, I should add. I went looking for something. Sardines would not suffice, especially two nights in a row. Mushrooms? But were they still good. I was hoping enough to just start everything. They did end up being good. I thought to eat them as they were. A bit rich even for me. Spaghetti, a white sauce of mushroom, cream, sour cream, and of course the butter in which the mushrooms were swimming. I said quick and easy, nothing about low cal.
Good? Heck no! Super. I've got a lot left. Foods that rich go a long way even in Ogreville. I'm not certain it will store, or heat up well. I am simply willing to take the risk. But bedtime right after, mostly. Good night.
Woke a bit after midnight?
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Well, not including any malpractice regarding daylight saving. Yes, it is that time of the year again. But what time was sleep? Yeah it was that fast, when I went down I went out. I think it was a bit beyond 18:00, for no good reason. I had long since finished my chores... The pails were given a final rinse, another jar of spelt was set to soak, this time weighed and noted, and the sourdoughs were stirred with one needing rejarred. If sourdough smells off, check the jar. There are things which will try to invade. I have another that will need fixed soon. Only have a few jars of that size, if I should start downsizing to quarts, even pints until I want to prep one of them for use... which would mean refrigerator time.
Hmm? Yes, my hobbies are invading mind and blog. As I was saying... twice over... When I woke I hit the soaking grains. Flushing the water several times, stirring them around. No sure traces of sprouting yet. I'll be checking them as I go about life today. I want to catch them early in the process, stopping it almost immediately. With so much, beside grinding for flour, I will be course grinding some as cereal, perhaps to try in mixtures and on it's own, but also some dried whole to be added to soups and other dishes. Perhaps cooked and added to salads once cooled. Could vacuum seal some, for a type of original MRE, especially if mixed with dehydrated vegetables and with or beside jerky... which I need to get back to producing. Crazy food ideas out there. - Then I fed the sourdoughs. Oh, I'll get cat litter in a sec. Stay on that and it really lasts. Pay with elbow or wallet.
Today. Minor efforts in the kitchen. Food. Trash... nothing to take out and only one bag in the bin. The bathroom will be smoothed, sweeping a bit of scrubbing and cobwebs need removed. Uhrm, after I finish waking. That will leave Monday open for an invasion into the kitchen. I am getting there. Later.
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Well, not including any malpractice regarding daylight saving. Yes, it is that time of the year again. But what time was sleep? Yeah it was that fast, when I went down I went out. I think it was a bit beyond 18:00, for no good reason. I had long since finished my chores... The pails were given a final rinse, another jar of spelt was set to soak, this time weighed and noted, and the sourdoughs were stirred with one needing rejarred. If sourdough smells off, check the jar. There are things which will try to invade. I have another that will need fixed soon. Only have a few jars of that size, if I should start downsizing to quarts, even pints until I want to prep one of them for use... which would mean refrigerator time.
Hmm? Yes, my hobbies are invading mind and blog. As I was saying... twice over... When I woke I hit the soaking grains. Flushing the water several times, stirring them around. No sure traces of sprouting yet. I'll be checking them as I go about life today. I want to catch them early in the process, stopping it almost immediately. With so much, beside grinding for flour, I will be course grinding some as cereal, perhaps to try in mixtures and on it's own, but also some dried whole to be added to soups and other dishes. Perhaps cooked and added to salads once cooled. Could vacuum seal some, for a type of original MRE, especially if mixed with dehydrated vegetables and with or beside jerky... which I need to get back to producing. Crazy food ideas out there. - Then I fed the sourdoughs. Oh, I'll get cat litter in a sec. Stay on that and it really lasts. Pay with elbow or wallet.
Today. Minor efforts in the kitchen. Food. Trash... nothing to take out and only one bag in the bin. The bathroom will be smoothed, sweeping a bit of scrubbing and cobwebs need removed. Uhrm, after I finish waking. That will leave Monday open for an invasion into the kitchen. I am getting there. Later.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
A few things before I crash.
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I really wanted to just go to bed. But a few unusual once in a rare while tasks were on my mind. With the dishes done, everything was open. As I finish, or swiss? Anyway, as I danish, it all remains open. I don't remember the first chore? The next was setting spelt to sprout. In my zeal I forgot to weigh it. If you weigh it before sprouting, you can use that weight to see if the grain is dry enough. A dry sprouted grain will weigh the same if hydration is the same (or so it has been stipulated).
Hmm? Oh. Another jar of sprouts, of similar volume, weighed. Separated on different trays. When the weighed wheat equals itself, the other grains should be done. Problem... Solved... And, done. Remember, kiddies, do not become my problem. Done and done.
Then I grabbed one of the superpails of oats and white winter wheat. They needed washed, as did the easy-open lids and lid opener. I'll know if those are water resistant soon enough. I may spray off the soap more in a bit. I won't open them until fully dry, so best give them the rinse before I crash. Ever get the feeling you have used too much soap? Shut up. :p
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I really wanted to just go to bed. But a few unusual once in a rare while tasks were on my mind. With the dishes done, everything was open. As I finish, or swiss? Anyway, as I danish, it all remains open. I don't remember the first chore? The next was setting spelt to sprout. In my zeal I forgot to weigh it. If you weigh it before sprouting, you can use that weight to see if the grain is dry enough. A dry sprouted grain will weigh the same if hydration is the same (or so it has been stipulated).
Hmm? Oh. Another jar of sprouts, of similar volume, weighed. Separated on different trays. When the weighed wheat equals itself, the other grains should be done. Problem... Solved... And, done. Remember, kiddies, do not become my problem. Done and done.
Then I grabbed one of the superpails of oats and white winter wheat. They needed washed, as did the easy-open lids and lid opener. I'll know if those are water resistant soon enough. I may spray off the soap more in a bit. I won't open them until fully dry, so best give them the rinse before I crash. Ever get the feeling you have used too much soap? Shut up. :p
An appointment.
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To bed at 6:30, to be up by 10:00. Didn't like it, no choice. SSA required the visit, missed the first if half because they work in squirrelly ways, in off hours, even days, without a regular place of business, and without a local number. Really? Anyway, I did make it. Usually doctor equipment is wrong, the worse way. When they work for the government it seems it is wrong the other way. The scales were twenty pounds shy, and I'll wager the bp cup was fifty to seventy points shy. Whatever, made it and done.
The drive was good. A perfect winter day. Clear sky, sunsmiles, clear roads, and weekend drivers (with it's pluses and minuses). All in all just a good day to be out, even if still wanting, needing to be, in bed. I did feed the girls before leaving. Yeah, they hold grudges, more softly these days. I believe it is bedtime again. Oh, well, after stirring the sourdoughs, and cooling down from the trip. Later.
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To bed at 6:30, to be up by 10:00. Didn't like it, no choice. SSA required the visit, missed the first if half because they work in squirrelly ways, in off hours, even days, without a regular place of business, and without a local number. Really? Anyway, I did make it. Usually doctor equipment is wrong, the worse way. When they work for the government it seems it is wrong the other way. The scales were twenty pounds shy, and I'll wager the bp cup was fifty to seventy points shy. Whatever, made it and done.
The drive was good. A perfect winter day. Clear sky, sunsmiles, clear roads, and weekend drivers (with it's pluses and minuses). All in all just a good day to be out, even if still wanting, needing to be, in bed. I did feed the girls before leaving. Yeah, they hold grudges, more softly these days. I believe it is bedtime again. Oh, well, after stirring the sourdoughs, and cooling down from the trip. Later.
Oh, right. The other kefir.
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Water kefir. It has been sitting a bit long. I was worried I might have killed it. Not so. Two half gallon jugs had to be rotated. Further, this time I put the flat but non-sweet soda, after adding some sugar to feed the smaller bacteria and yeasts something to eat to create fizz, into flip-top sealed bottles. After accounting for grains, I got three bottles per half gallon. The grains seem to be doing well.
Two days, then they need to be chilled so the don't pop as champagne, even to destroying the bottle. Uhrm, again, if it works. It may simply not be warm enough. I added vanilla extract and ginger. The last attempts at this produced no fizz, if the jars weren't airtight. Quite a bit more work than it seems, or at least it sure eats the time.
I have cleaned up from that. It is bedtime. The bathroom and shower just have to wait. This was overdue a bit. Gotta keep the cultures alive. Good night.
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Water kefir. It has been sitting a bit long. I was worried I might have killed it. Not so. Two half gallon jugs had to be rotated. Further, this time I put the flat but non-sweet soda, after adding some sugar to feed the smaller bacteria and yeasts something to eat to create fizz, into flip-top sealed bottles. After accounting for grains, I got three bottles per half gallon. The grains seem to be doing well.
Two days, then they need to be chilled so the don't pop as champagne, even to destroying the bottle. Uhrm, again, if it works. It may simply not be warm enough. I added vanilla extract and ginger. The last attempts at this produced no fizz, if the jars weren't airtight. Quite a bit more work than it seems, or at least it sure eats the time.
I have cleaned up from that. It is bedtime. The bathroom and shower just have to wait. This was overdue a bit. Gotta keep the cultures alive. Good night.
Kefir, mostly.
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Well. I had a lot more kefir in there then I thought. Some of it was just mixed, no larger pieces. But taking my time I was able to find eight larger bits. Meaning to sort those into specific marked jars, I messed up. I did get half of them were I know they are. Probably. I had a few dishes before, but a bunch of jars and lids, then tools at the end.
I still have dishes. The kefir has been mixed and set to sour. Some of it, it is hoped, will produce whey. It's a messy job. I only hope it works out. Though, even if I don't get the big clumps I want, I know that clumpier kefir can be used as starter for the next round of kefir, it just isn't as cool. And it really doesn't go bad, if I will dump if it gets to a certain point. More because I have enough backup and I don't want to waste milk on several reset cycles.
The kefir was a lot more than I thought. I am not even done... more dishes. I am hoping to hit that soon enough, clean the bathroom, take a shower and call it a night. I've done enough for a bit. And, if I get these things done, the kitchen table, then floor, are the next events. I'll just sweep the bathroom, saving mopping for when I hit the kitchen too.
Hmm. Food. I am hungry. I'd best thaw something, several packs of meat. Need to go to the store too. Just a few veggies, maybe fruit. I'm just not sure what to eat tonight. Sardines? I don't know. That might be about it. Later.
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Well. I had a lot more kefir in there then I thought. Some of it was just mixed, no larger pieces. But taking my time I was able to find eight larger bits. Meaning to sort those into specific marked jars, I messed up. I did get half of them were I know they are. Probably. I had a few dishes before, but a bunch of jars and lids, then tools at the end.
I still have dishes. The kefir has been mixed and set to sour. Some of it, it is hoped, will produce whey. It's a messy job. I only hope it works out. Though, even if I don't get the big clumps I want, I know that clumpier kefir can be used as starter for the next round of kefir, it just isn't as cool. And it really doesn't go bad, if I will dump if it gets to a certain point. More because I have enough backup and I don't want to waste milk on several reset cycles.
The kefir was a lot more than I thought. I am not even done... more dishes. I am hoping to hit that soon enough, clean the bathroom, take a shower and call it a night. I've done enough for a bit. And, if I get these things done, the kitchen table, then floor, are the next events. I'll just sweep the bathroom, saving mopping for when I hit the kitchen too.
Hmm. Food. I am hungry. I'd best thaw something, several packs of meat. Need to go to the store too. Just a few veggies, maybe fruit. I'm just not sure what to eat tonight. Sardines? I don't know. That might be about it. Later.
Friday, March 9, 2018
Awake again.
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Been awake for an hour or two. Barely tinkering. Did the dishes, then pulled kefir. That will be sorted shortly. Strained, sorted, reset, some consumed, and then dishes again. Then I'll hit the sourdoughs. And, finally back to regular housecleaning, starting with the bathroom and then back to the kitchen, with minor efforts, sorting, in the living room on breaks.
I have figured a few things out with hands, glove, dishes, aloe vera, and powder. If I am going to be doing a lot of dishes, even with gloves, I need to slather aloe vera three to four times a day. Don't do dishes without gloves. Period. As to powder, talc, I've tried two ways: first way was to pile it in the glove, the better way is to lightly dust hands first. When piling it in, every time I remove the gloves I powder the area, my hands and arms are coated, and the powder begins to clump from sweat or water just finding it's way in, meaning a lot of waste. The other way may require occasional reapplication for longer sessions, but I have to drain and refresh the water anyway from time to time.
One would think the world all common sense. Try using linear thinking and a 2d map, without uncommon thinking to get anywhere in the x, y, z area of this planet, even given the earth's crust as an assist. That is just transportation, not including which factors are preferred, time to destination, fuel use (even if walking, you use fuel), velocity allowed or at a limited pace, and others. Actually, most people are limited to premade paths, roads, and 2d maps. And many can't use those well. So it is with everything... including dishes, hands, hot water and all.
I am finding, as I get better (definitely getting better, if perhaps as I speed toward death oddly, or I wouldn't be doing all I am doing... even if fumblingly), it is better to invest time figuring things out. Even the little processes, and how to cope when the main tricks and methods aren't available. With dishes? Working without gloves might require much cooler water and a lot more hand lotion, maybe several types. Or prepare to just deal with dry, cracked to bleeding hands, or eating off dirty dishes. In any case, my life is becoming a system of systems. Each first simply ingrained on it's own, then integrated into other systems. Alterations and compromises are constant annoyances, if opportunities to learn. Learning may not be always favored. But it is a potentially valuable opportunity.
So much in life to do. So few can do much. How sad. If four are pointing back at me. Yes, I get it. I am on the bandwagon to learn, experiment, do. Be creative.
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Been awake for an hour or two. Barely tinkering. Did the dishes, then pulled kefir. That will be sorted shortly. Strained, sorted, reset, some consumed, and then dishes again. Then I'll hit the sourdoughs. And, finally back to regular housecleaning, starting with the bathroom and then back to the kitchen, with minor efforts, sorting, in the living room on breaks.
I have figured a few things out with hands, glove, dishes, aloe vera, and powder. If I am going to be doing a lot of dishes, even with gloves, I need to slather aloe vera three to four times a day. Don't do dishes without gloves. Period. As to powder, talc, I've tried two ways: first way was to pile it in the glove, the better way is to lightly dust hands first. When piling it in, every time I remove the gloves I powder the area, my hands and arms are coated, and the powder begins to clump from sweat or water just finding it's way in, meaning a lot of waste. The other way may require occasional reapplication for longer sessions, but I have to drain and refresh the water anyway from time to time.
One would think the world all common sense. Try using linear thinking and a 2d map, without uncommon thinking to get anywhere in the x, y, z area of this planet, even given the earth's crust as an assist. That is just transportation, not including which factors are preferred, time to destination, fuel use (even if walking, you use fuel), velocity allowed or at a limited pace, and others. Actually, most people are limited to premade paths, roads, and 2d maps. And many can't use those well. So it is with everything... including dishes, hands, hot water and all.
I am finding, as I get better (definitely getting better, if perhaps as I speed toward death oddly, or I wouldn't be doing all I am doing... even if fumblingly), it is better to invest time figuring things out. Even the little processes, and how to cope when the main tricks and methods aren't available. With dishes? Working without gloves might require much cooler water and a lot more hand lotion, maybe several types. Or prepare to just deal with dry, cracked to bleeding hands, or eating off dirty dishes. In any case, my life is becoming a system of systems. Each first simply ingrained on it's own, then integrated into other systems. Alterations and compromises are constant annoyances, if opportunities to learn. Learning may not be always favored. But it is a potentially valuable opportunity.
So much in life to do. So few can do much. How sad. If four are pointing back at me. Yes, I get it. I am on the bandwagon to learn, experiment, do. Be creative.
I did what I could.
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I eventually crashed so hard I am wondering if a giant impression of the hand of last week is imprinted on my face. Down sometime after 6:00. How much after God alone might know. I should have been to bed by 4:00, perhaps 2:00 if memory serves, if I won't swear to that as a truth. Could look back, but I can't read. Not yet. Only awake to deal finally with the mortgage company.
Something is very wrong with them. I definitely paid my bill twice this month, have been up to date for months, was told I didn't have to pay next month... the call was telling me I was in arears with the old loan. Which, if you'll have to trust me, I wasn't. Either hidden fees in there, or they accounted the overpayment into the package, or some other mistake on their side. I had it, worth the cost, just hate dealing with people who don't know what they are doing, or worse do but aren't playing fair, right, or honest. This guy was just the collecter. At this point he knows or cares about nothing except a ledger imbalance. He couldn't and wouldn't have, or probably been able to fix anything. Yeah. But done.
If I can settle a bit, perhaps back to bed. I can't remember what was done, what remains, in the house. Did well until I got stuck on doing nothing. Then just kept hoping I would... do. No "do" left. Then I crashed so hard I now have a metaphorical understanding of mosquitoes and windshields. I am surprised I woke for the call, even with my mind set to facilitate. There are limits.
Good night, again. I hope.
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I eventually crashed so hard I am wondering if a giant impression of the hand of last week is imprinted on my face. Down sometime after 6:00. How much after God alone might know. I should have been to bed by 4:00, perhaps 2:00 if memory serves, if I won't swear to that as a truth. Could look back, but I can't read. Not yet. Only awake to deal finally with the mortgage company.
Something is very wrong with them. I definitely paid my bill twice this month, have been up to date for months, was told I didn't have to pay next month... the call was telling me I was in arears with the old loan. Which, if you'll have to trust me, I wasn't. Either hidden fees in there, or they accounted the overpayment into the package, or some other mistake on their side. I had it, worth the cost, just hate dealing with people who don't know what they are doing, or worse do but aren't playing fair, right, or honest. This guy was just the collecter. At this point he knows or cares about nothing except a ledger imbalance. He couldn't and wouldn't have, or probably been able to fix anything. Yeah. But done.
If I can settle a bit, perhaps back to bed. I can't remember what was done, what remains, in the house. Did well until I got stuck on doing nothing. Then just kept hoping I would... do. No "do" left. Then I crashed so hard I now have a metaphorical understanding of mosquitoes and windshields. I am surprised I woke for the call, even with my mind set to facilitate. There are limits.
Good night, again. I hope.
Thursday, March 8, 2018
No complaints.
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Took a bit to get started. I wondered if it was too late to place the second call. Then I realized there was no cost for failure. Not too late. Doubts were allayed via several varied communication devices and techniques. She never said it. With some it is not necessary. 'Are you doubting me?' I almost said "Yes.", but that... can cause... dissonance. Let them remain blissful.
After, I eventually hit dishes. Several loads, several fresh pans. More because the water got cold or dirty as I did the items piecemeal, and between other tasks. The packing, and all other house trash was sorted and taken out. I was surprised it all fit. The counters were cleaned. I also washed and removed the toaster oven for now. I'll fit that in with one of the kitchen carts... which reminds me...
I've done a goodly bit of work out there, with much more to do still. I need to feed the sourdoughs, mess with the kefir, deal with paper packing, move a few items for soap making to what is becoming that work station, and finish a few dishes, plus what is generated in processing kefir. Ugh.
As I worked on boxes I have also been clearing the living room. Sorting cd's, dvd's and mostly blurays, and games. Well, and books, tools, parts, and paperwork. Ackh. On breaks, more of that. I'd like to set up a cd/bluray/dvd/game shelf. If first I need a place for it. Yeah. Then a proper shelf system for electronica, which I do have. I tried a... mix of things, on the cheap. It works, mostly. But even I know better. I've got the gooder(tm) things, it's making space, finding the time, and having the energy. I am getting there.
I went looking for emmer, another ancient grain(?). Wanting whole berries I ran into this being called farro. Okay, so, digging with both names... I ended back... at einkorn. So, at the product (one of several, but a more popular one), I explained my confusion, then had to ask... is einhorn really finkle? Not sure if organo-heads will get it. Even if the actor went totally stupid left, he'll never be accepted. Now he has burned all bridges to his fan base. Still, someone might get a kick.
The bathroom to, if... when... I can. I might be done or end up getting most of it done. Love it when I can, even if limited to women's work. At least I don't have to beg muscle. Bleh. Later or much later.
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Took a bit to get started. I wondered if it was too late to place the second call. Then I realized there was no cost for failure. Not too late. Doubts were allayed via several varied communication devices and techniques. She never said it. With some it is not necessary. 'Are you doubting me?' I almost said "Yes.", but that... can cause... dissonance. Let them remain blissful.
After, I eventually hit dishes. Several loads, several fresh pans. More because the water got cold or dirty as I did the items piecemeal, and between other tasks. The packing, and all other house trash was sorted and taken out. I was surprised it all fit. The counters were cleaned. I also washed and removed the toaster oven for now. I'll fit that in with one of the kitchen carts... which reminds me...
I've done a goodly bit of work out there, with much more to do still. I need to feed the sourdoughs, mess with the kefir, deal with paper packing, move a few items for soap making to what is becoming that work station, and finish a few dishes, plus what is generated in processing kefir. Ugh.
As I worked on boxes I have also been clearing the living room. Sorting cd's, dvd's and mostly blurays, and games. Well, and books, tools, parts, and paperwork. Ackh. On breaks, more of that. I'd like to set up a cd/bluray/dvd/game shelf. If first I need a place for it. Yeah. Then a proper shelf system for electronica, which I do have. I tried a... mix of things, on the cheap. It works, mostly. But even I know better. I've got the gooder(tm) things, it's making space, finding the time, and having the energy. I am getting there.
I went looking for emmer, another ancient grain(?). Wanting whole berries I ran into this being called farro. Okay, so, digging with both names... I ended back... at einkorn. So, at the product (one of several, but a more popular one), I explained my confusion, then had to ask... is einhorn really finkle? Not sure if organo-heads will get it. Even if the actor went totally stupid left, he'll never be accepted. Now he has burned all bridges to his fan base. Still, someone might get a kick.
The bathroom to, if... when... I can. I might be done or end up getting most of it done. Love it when I can, even if limited to women's work. At least I don't have to beg muscle. Bleh. Later or much later.
Everything.
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Maybe a few extras. How the bowl and spoon were overlooked? Too tired. A good run. Of the boxes only packing remains. The paper will be saved. The plastic needs simply to be put in the inner tall trash can. Amazing how much room that ends up using. Then, with the jars fully dry, I'll put those in the boxes they were bought and came in, upsidedown, then store them in the carts or wire shelving. THEN I'll be caught up to begin catching up. The bathroom will be hit first, then back to the kitchen.
Okay, I forgot countertops. Those will be hit while the other minor kitchen jobs are being done. Might as well wash the spoon and bowl while at it. I'll need hot soapy for washing up. Should eat something before long, would hate to turn into a domestic troll. Oh, yes, there are rare male versions of that monster. Just unfed normals of unusual size. And, yes, when people, or trolls or even potential trolls, are busy, we can forget to eat. A lot. These last four to seven days, often I have had less than 500 to 1000 calories. Not bad, sometimes. Not good long term or regular. Fasting, but more accidental. Without someone else around to feed or who eats, it's easy to truly just forget. That will lead to either malnutrition or eventual overconsumption.
Whatevs, for now. Things to do. No places to go, for now. Didn't receive a call back, not sure what that was about. An appointment soon, if something seems odd about that. I should call to check up on that. As to work, today, I'll get to it when I get to it. I've been up a few hours, if that doesn't mean much. Heat and food, then a shower if that isn't cutting it. If all else fails I'll sit until I sleep, trying again later.
Good day.
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Maybe a few extras. How the bowl and spoon were overlooked? Too tired. A good run. Of the boxes only packing remains. The paper will be saved. The plastic needs simply to be put in the inner tall trash can. Amazing how much room that ends up using. Then, with the jars fully dry, I'll put those in the boxes they were bought and came in, upsidedown, then store them in the carts or wire shelving. THEN I'll be caught up to begin catching up. The bathroom will be hit first, then back to the kitchen.
Okay, I forgot countertops. Those will be hit while the other minor kitchen jobs are being done. Might as well wash the spoon and bowl while at it. I'll need hot soapy for washing up. Should eat something before long, would hate to turn into a domestic troll. Oh, yes, there are rare male versions of that monster. Just unfed normals of unusual size. And, yes, when people, or trolls or even potential trolls, are busy, we can forget to eat. A lot. These last four to seven days, often I have had less than 500 to 1000 calories. Not bad, sometimes. Not good long term or regular. Fasting, but more accidental. Without someone else around to feed or who eats, it's easy to truly just forget. That will lead to either malnutrition or eventual overconsumption.
Whatevs, for now. Things to do. No places to go, for now. Didn't receive a call back, not sure what that was about. An appointment soon, if something seems odd about that. I should call to check up on that. As to work, today, I'll get to it when I get to it. I've been up a few hours, if that doesn't mean much. Heat and food, then a shower if that isn't cutting it. If all else fails I'll sit until I sleep, trying again later.
Good day.
Doing well.
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The show is coming to a close. I'll be up a few more minutes to hours. A phone call. Mortgage. Always something wrong. I did get breakfast, a shave, and the laundry finished. Some things are supposed to air dry, most was put through the dryer and is in my room ready to be processed. Not all that much. It will be done. I have done a few other things, and will do dishes before sleeping. Tired. But my days are warped, so hitting an approaching appointment will be a blind piece of luck or a stretch.
I am getting better with the double bladed double edge razor. I'm not close to excellent, if some of the problem today was being so tired. There is solid improvement. As well, I have some really bad whisker lay paths. Perhaps, now that I know much more certainly what I am dealing with, looking for strategies for my particular problems would make more sense.
Well, on to the call, dishes, laundry, else, then bed. Good night.
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The show is coming to a close. I'll be up a few more minutes to hours. A phone call. Mortgage. Always something wrong. I did get breakfast, a shave, and the laundry finished. Some things are supposed to air dry, most was put through the dryer and is in my room ready to be processed. Not all that much. It will be done. I have done a few other things, and will do dishes before sleeping. Tired. But my days are warped, so hitting an approaching appointment will be a blind piece of luck or a stretch.
I am getting better with the double bladed double edge razor. I'm not close to excellent, if some of the problem today was being so tired. There is solid improvement. As well, I have some really bad whisker lay paths. Perhaps, now that I know much more certainly what I am dealing with, looking for strategies for my particular problems would make more sense.
Well, on to the call, dishes, laundry, else, then bed. Good night.
Technically...
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I probably was finished by 3:00, perhaps 2:00. I just wasn't done. Or I could have been. I added work to my list. The only things remaining are the shower and shave, then stop at the post. I may put a load of laundry in after the shower, maybe ri... no, definitely after. That constant temp change is to much for my nerves.
I got a lot more work done than anticipated. Who would think washing three groups of mason jars would be that much work though, as an example. Each "little" extra task tacked on a lot more time worked. I have been working at a moderate level for over half the time. Nothing fancy, just given recent events I am pleased.
On to the shower and all. Later or good night.
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Getting so close. A shower, but no shave, yet. To the post, taking the broken down boxes for deposit. I'd like to get a shave, then reset kefir. It is probably time to stir sourdoughs. If I have enough, and I think I do, perhaps sourdough pancakes... and a few eggs. I want to do dishes though. It's a lot easier to do anything if the sinks are clear. Ten, degrees, F, is what the thermometer read. I needed some cool.
I even had time to work on my toes while drying a bit. She did an excellent job, which means I am having to dig, attempting to separate the toe from toenail. With some care, some persistence, and some push. I'm amazed how much easier walking is. Always been a bit nervous about getting that done. The one time I had foot work done, at the V.A., I didn't get a good impression. Power tools an no lotion or else. I don't think one of them honestly knew what they were doing.
Good night.
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I probably was finished by 3:00, perhaps 2:00. I just wasn't done. Or I could have been. I added work to my list. The only things remaining are the shower and shave, then stop at the post. I may put a load of laundry in after the shower, maybe ri... no, definitely after. That constant temp change is to much for my nerves.
I got a lot more work done than anticipated. Who would think washing three groups of mason jars would be that much work though, as an example. Each "little" extra task tacked on a lot more time worked. I have been working at a moderate level for over half the time. Nothing fancy, just given recent events I am pleased.
On to the shower and all. Later or good night.
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Getting so close. A shower, but no shave, yet. To the post, taking the broken down boxes for deposit. I'd like to get a shave, then reset kefir. It is probably time to stir sourdoughs. If I have enough, and I think I do, perhaps sourdough pancakes... and a few eggs. I want to do dishes though. It's a lot easier to do anything if the sinks are clear. Ten, degrees, F, is what the thermometer read. I needed some cool.
I even had time to work on my toes while drying a bit. She did an excellent job, which means I am having to dig, attempting to separate the toe from toenail. With some care, some persistence, and some push. I'm amazed how much easier walking is. Always been a bit nervous about getting that done. The one time I had foot work done, at the V.A., I didn't get a good impression. Power tools an no lotion or else. I don't think one of them honestly knew what they were doing.
Good night.
Sticking with it?
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In one sense. I haven't quit in spite of having done nothing, until this last hour. I have gotten all of the empty or disposable boxes collected from the failed efforts of yesterday. I even ignored the books. I may not be the bookphile another is, but some topics... mental prayer for example. Sure, I got books, but then lost track. It isn't quite time to restart. It burns to know more. More so with some dreams of late.
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In one sense. I haven't quit in spite of having done nothing, until this last hour. I have gotten all of the empty or disposable boxes collected from the failed efforts of yesterday. I even ignored the books. I may not be the bookphile another is, but some topics... mental prayer for example. Sure, I got books, but then lost track. It isn't quite time to restart. It burns to know more. More so with some dreams of late.
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Lights out.
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I thought I'd get to more. I had dishes, mostly new items, ready to go. I hadn't collected more boxes but expected to find and finish those. I also didn't make it to the post. I did take down the boxes already collected, took care of cat litter which is usually a twice a day thing or more anymore, I did a few odds and ends beyond. I fed the girls what we called midrations around midnight... only it wasn't leftovers as it would be in the service. Just because, every week or other, as I get treats.
After those things, I sat for a rest. I didn't fall asleep. I did time out. I simply, after a bit, fell nearly to blankness. I did some reading. A bit on einkorn, some on liquid soap making. There are a few things I need, according to this author. Need? Would prefer? If I take her at her word, and from what I read and what I already know I accept belief as wisdom, then one product is more on the need side. The other item is a bit of both, more because of my limits and facilitating faster processing. They add more expense, however, that I am making soap just for myself, in small batches, this isn't an issue.
Eventually, given the price of soaps I currently use, the equipment and tools being one time costs, along with the ongoing expenses of expendables, I suspect, even using pricier expendables for replacement products of what I am currently using, two years will get me to a break even... replacing dish soap, laundry soap, shampoo, hand soap, and body soap. I won't be using the most expensive, if I can avoid. You can keep your organic, save for coconut oil... if that is for food stocks and this simply helps keep that in rotation. I won't look for the cheapest either, as usual a middle way of prices, unless I make something special for gifting.
Something I am coming to realize, however, is that soap making isn't going to be quite as easy as thought. Fine, I'll work through that. The goal is to develop, if possible, a single, or small selection of, base recipe(s). The only reason for several would be ingredient price fluctuations. From that 'mother soap' it is hoped, all other soaps might be derived. See, still using calculus! Oh, I also want to work up a supply cost tracking system. I want to be able to know, just by expendables, how much a cup, quart, gram, ounce, etc., costs to make, down to tenths of cents. Not that I absolutely care, merely another part of the hobby.
Oh, just for grins... have you ever seen a cat stub her toe and trip? With three legs to pick up the slack she didn't fall, but she did stumble. My burst of laughter gave her further pause. She almost turned around to glare, but chose not to. Moving on a bit peeved, if too, I sensed that she caught a sense of my mirth as well. It's just that animals have an even greater lack of self-deprecation than most humans. She is learning. I could almost taste her strange smile. Strange to her, well known to me.
I ended sleeping hard and long. I woke often, then crashed back quickly to sleep. Dreams. When dreaming of God the world is good. I feel I understand the walking on water thing. If only He would stay! Then to realize He is always here. Devastating to initially think God is leaving after such joy in His presence. Such calm when I realize, just because I can't sense Him so closely anymore, doesn't mean He is gone. He went the other way.
I'll get to dishes, boxes, a shower, and the post tonight. Ugh but things are roiling. I won't say it is all the massage and pedicure. Winter is heading into spring as the titans falling on the Olympians. It is a wonderful, terrible, beautiful, thing. It is messing with my systems. The spa work just doubled and complicated that. Wonderful! It's been a bit since I've gotten a full bite of creation in progress. Chaos is another name for it. Also known as life. Tasty.
Later.
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I thought I'd get to more. I had dishes, mostly new items, ready to go. I hadn't collected more boxes but expected to find and finish those. I also didn't make it to the post. I did take down the boxes already collected, took care of cat litter which is usually a twice a day thing or more anymore, I did a few odds and ends beyond. I fed the girls what we called midrations around midnight... only it wasn't leftovers as it would be in the service. Just because, every week or other, as I get treats.
After those things, I sat for a rest. I didn't fall asleep. I did time out. I simply, after a bit, fell nearly to blankness. I did some reading. A bit on einkorn, some on liquid soap making. There are a few things I need, according to this author. Need? Would prefer? If I take her at her word, and from what I read and what I already know I accept belief as wisdom, then one product is more on the need side. The other item is a bit of both, more because of my limits and facilitating faster processing. They add more expense, however, that I am making soap just for myself, in small batches, this isn't an issue.
Eventually, given the price of soaps I currently use, the equipment and tools being one time costs, along with the ongoing expenses of expendables, I suspect, even using pricier expendables for replacement products of what I am currently using, two years will get me to a break even... replacing dish soap, laundry soap, shampoo, hand soap, and body soap. I won't be using the most expensive, if I can avoid. You can keep your organic, save for coconut oil... if that is for food stocks and this simply helps keep that in rotation. I won't look for the cheapest either, as usual a middle way of prices, unless I make something special for gifting.
Something I am coming to realize, however, is that soap making isn't going to be quite as easy as thought. Fine, I'll work through that. The goal is to develop, if possible, a single, or small selection of, base recipe(s). The only reason for several would be ingredient price fluctuations. From that 'mother soap' it is hoped, all other soaps might be derived. See, still using calculus! Oh, I also want to work up a supply cost tracking system. I want to be able to know, just by expendables, how much a cup, quart, gram, ounce, etc., costs to make, down to tenths of cents. Not that I absolutely care, merely another part of the hobby.
Oh, just for grins... have you ever seen a cat stub her toe and trip? With three legs to pick up the slack she didn't fall, but she did stumble. My burst of laughter gave her further pause. She almost turned around to glare, but chose not to. Moving on a bit peeved, if too, I sensed that she caught a sense of my mirth as well. It's just that animals have an even greater lack of self-deprecation than most humans. She is learning. I could almost taste her strange smile. Strange to her, well known to me.
I ended sleeping hard and long. I woke often, then crashed back quickly to sleep. Dreams. When dreaming of God the world is good. I feel I understand the walking on water thing. If only He would stay! Then to realize He is always here. Devastating to initially think God is leaving after such joy in His presence. Such calm when I realize, just because I can't sense Him so closely anymore, doesn't mean He is gone. He went the other way.
I'll get to dishes, boxes, a shower, and the post tonight. Ugh but things are roiling. I won't say it is all the massage and pedicure. Winter is heading into spring as the titans falling on the Olympians. It is a wonderful, terrible, beautiful, thing. It is messing with my systems. The spa work just doubled and complicated that. Wonderful! It's been a bit since I've gotten a full bite of creation in progress. Chaos is another name for it. Also known as life. Tasty.
Later.
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Not quite.
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No sleep. Too cold. Wet lungs and phlegm. Just not able to get comfortable enough to sleep. Strange. Even out here I am cold. My guess, as my body relaxed finally it doesn't have acces to turn machinery on. It simply can't warm up. I'll have to crank the furnace, and that is well dressed. Two pair of socks, pj's and then some, ugh. Cold!
If I can warm up it is back to the boxes. Another batch of sourdough pancakes? Maybe, with eggs on the side. A smaller batch... say one egg, two to two and an half cups of starter, a pinch of salt, a tsp. of baking soda and powder? Should work. I may just go with pure maple syrup. I keep small amounts of that stored. Lasts a long time but it is good to turn it over, and buy more on top of it.
Back to the boxes? Not quite yet. The furnace first. Then again, maybe the cold weather is simply back for a bit? I'll get to it after I warm my bones. Later.
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No sleep. Too cold. Wet lungs and phlegm. Just not able to get comfortable enough to sleep. Strange. Even out here I am cold. My guess, as my body relaxed finally it doesn't have acces to turn machinery on. It simply can't warm up. I'll have to crank the furnace, and that is well dressed. Two pair of socks, pj's and then some, ugh. Cold!
If I can warm up it is back to the boxes. Another batch of sourdough pancakes? Maybe, with eggs on the side. A smaller batch... say one egg, two to two and an half cups of starter, a pinch of salt, a tsp. of baking soda and powder? Should work. I may just go with pure maple syrup. I keep small amounts of that stored. Lasts a long time but it is good to turn it over, and buy more on top of it.
Back to the boxes? Not quite yet. The furnace first. Then again, maybe the cold weather is simply back for a bit? I'll get to it after I warm my bones. Later.
Bits and pieces, then Boxes.
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Did I write Boxes? My mistake. BOXES. That is more accurate. I started breaking them down, sorting packing (I keep paper, for now), stacking the torn down parts. And, then, I kept on doing it. Then more. Then the other rooms. More. Really? I think the boxes have been breeding! Though I did sort them into each other while stacking.
I don't know how long, only that it was a good while. I started to overheat. So I went to gather the rest of the boxes. I couldn't quite complete that task before finally needing a break. I think I have most boxes ready. Just six or eight yet in the wild. Oh, I'll get them, if as with dishes, some may slip out of immediate action.
And the fillers! The air pillows are the most compactable, if that requires each to be jabbed. Paper is next. Good for return packing (won't deflate as air bags will), can be used as a firestarter, insulation, or in the compost bin. Probably other things. The plastic is worthless to my knowledge. Oh, as to peanuts? If you have a box of them don't try to be clever. Just keep them in that box and tape it up. Or you do three times the work or more for no benefit.
I have done about what I can for the moment. A nap, it is hoped, but back to it when I wake. Boxes then figuring out wheat. No complaints, I did more than I thought I could. Thought I'd hit sourdoughs, do just a few boxes, then crash. I did a bunch of them, set up dishes, and really did okay. Later, much later if the naps turns into a full time job.
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Did I write Boxes? My mistake. BOXES. That is more accurate. I started breaking them down, sorting packing (I keep paper, for now), stacking the torn down parts. And, then, I kept on doing it. Then more. Then the other rooms. More. Really? I think the boxes have been breeding! Though I did sort them into each other while stacking.
I don't know how long, only that it was a good while. I started to overheat. So I went to gather the rest of the boxes. I couldn't quite complete that task before finally needing a break. I think I have most boxes ready. Just six or eight yet in the wild. Oh, I'll get them, if as with dishes, some may slip out of immediate action.
And the fillers! The air pillows are the most compactable, if that requires each to be jabbed. Paper is next. Good for return packing (won't deflate as air bags will), can be used as a firestarter, insulation, or in the compost bin. Probably other things. The plastic is worthless to my knowledge. Oh, as to peanuts? If you have a box of them don't try to be clever. Just keep them in that box and tape it up. Or you do three times the work or more for no benefit.
I have done about what I can for the moment. A nap, it is hoped, but back to it when I wake. Boxes then figuring out wheat. No complaints, I did more than I thought I could. Thought I'd hit sourdoughs, do just a few boxes, then crash. I did a bunch of them, set up dishes, and really did okay. Later, much later if the naps turns into a full time job.
A good sleep.
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A brutal wake. Not sure what all pulled me from sleep. The cats were battering the door. A doorbell, knock, or both... I need to test the doorbell, the sound itself seemed to melt. Hmm, a Dali sound to go with one of his clocks? Either it needs to be replaced or I was dreaming. Low voltage, shouldn't be a major operation. I had to go to the bathroom. And what I suspect is a final build up of phlegm was wanting to be expelled. And it really wasn't time to wake, with just five or six hours down. I fought what I could, as long as I could, but finally came out swinging. The girls know to avoid me... if not really. Play good and just don't goof.
I couldn't stay angry with them. Their feeding time, for wet canned, has been right at noon for quite some time. Couldn't really be angry for long, things just happen and compile. While I really wasn't bodily ready to wake, I did want to be awake. I like feeding the girls regularly. I prefer to bring packages in quickly. As to having to cough out spittle while holding in pee... I don't always agree with the jokes God set our bodies to play on us, but I see humbling humor in them. Just laugh, when you can breath without problems in other areas. Thankfully it wasn't a gas too. Toot?
Sleep was good. Pain is gone for now. If I do feel some kinship to jellyfish, wet rags, and unfinished custards. I would guess most people hit this stage the day after the massage. It just takes me a bit longer, at the start. Now I am at the relaxed pleasure stages. It is good. I suspect phlegm really needed to be pushed out. More will have to go for the next few runs. I really should figure a way to swim again. That would help keep the lungs freer and functioning. Let me get massages and feet ordered first. Were to go that is safe from gas theft...
Today? Tearing down boxes, wherever they may be. I'll just do that until I am sick of boxes, do as many more as I can, then switch to kitchen duty. I want to check the mail tonight. Best feed sourdoughs. Oh, and the equipment which allows sprouting in half gallon mason jars is in. That is for wheat. Why? Using quart jars means only filling half full. Can you imagine how many quart jars it would take to get three to four pounds of wheat sprouted, or over how long? Doable but either using four to six (or more) rather than two half gallon jugs, or using two over and over, losing nutrition while building stocks and the dehydrator would be running all the time. I don't think those last long. So, after boxes, or for a break, I'll get regular wheat sprouting. One at a time. I'll have to break into one of my pails, probably winter white, soft? Something.
I don't know if I'll end up short circuiting early or not. That won't make a difference. I'll just crash if needed, then pick up wherever I left off, even if I crash several times. I'll keep at it. Dinner? Not yet and don't know quite yet. Burger, beans, salsa, and milk sounds good enough.
Regular wheat is different enough to merit it's own video. This is pretty much my goal. Yes, I have bannetons and a bread lame. Perhaps not pearl handled in .45, but wicker, linen, stainless, and olive wood, if that will do? Not for today. Though as I begin sprouting some wheat I will grind other wheat for regular simple sourdough loafs, probably to start tomorrow.
My soap making kit and supplies are in. But that is for next week, or... later, or sooner or later. The big expense is the tools. I, at least, don't wish to mix and match consumption and soap tools and cookery. After that it's just supplies, which aren't expensive. I'll end up making both bar and liquid, and for various uses... a new skill, plus with variability. I did suggest I needed hobbies. Why not make them functional hobbies?
Later.
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A brutal wake. Not sure what all pulled me from sleep. The cats were battering the door. A doorbell, knock, or both... I need to test the doorbell, the sound itself seemed to melt. Hmm, a Dali sound to go with one of his clocks? Either it needs to be replaced or I was dreaming. Low voltage, shouldn't be a major operation. I had to go to the bathroom. And what I suspect is a final build up of phlegm was wanting to be expelled. And it really wasn't time to wake, with just five or six hours down. I fought what I could, as long as I could, but finally came out swinging. The girls know to avoid me... if not really. Play good and just don't goof.
I couldn't stay angry with them. Their feeding time, for wet canned, has been right at noon for quite some time. Couldn't really be angry for long, things just happen and compile. While I really wasn't bodily ready to wake, I did want to be awake. I like feeding the girls regularly. I prefer to bring packages in quickly. As to having to cough out spittle while holding in pee... I don't always agree with the jokes God set our bodies to play on us, but I see humbling humor in them. Just laugh, when you can breath without problems in other areas. Thankfully it wasn't a gas too. Toot?
Sleep was good. Pain is gone for now. If I do feel some kinship to jellyfish, wet rags, and unfinished custards. I would guess most people hit this stage the day after the massage. It just takes me a bit longer, at the start. Now I am at the relaxed pleasure stages. It is good. I suspect phlegm really needed to be pushed out. More will have to go for the next few runs. I really should figure a way to swim again. That would help keep the lungs freer and functioning. Let me get massages and feet ordered first. Were to go that is safe from gas theft...
Today? Tearing down boxes, wherever they may be. I'll just do that until I am sick of boxes, do as many more as I can, then switch to kitchen duty. I want to check the mail tonight. Best feed sourdoughs. Oh, and the equipment which allows sprouting in half gallon mason jars is in. That is for wheat. Why? Using quart jars means only filling half full. Can you imagine how many quart jars it would take to get three to four pounds of wheat sprouted, or over how long? Doable but either using four to six (or more) rather than two half gallon jugs, or using two over and over, losing nutrition while building stocks and the dehydrator would be running all the time. I don't think those last long. So, after boxes, or for a break, I'll get regular wheat sprouting. One at a time. I'll have to break into one of my pails, probably winter white, soft? Something.
I don't know if I'll end up short circuiting early or not. That won't make a difference. I'll just crash if needed, then pick up wherever I left off, even if I crash several times. I'll keep at it. Dinner? Not yet and don't know quite yet. Burger, beans, salsa, and milk sounds good enough.
Regular wheat is different enough to merit it's own video. This is pretty much my goal. Yes, I have bannetons and a bread lame. Perhaps not pearl handled in .45, but wicker, linen, stainless, and olive wood, if that will do? Not for today. Though as I begin sprouting some wheat I will grind other wheat for regular simple sourdough loafs, probably to start tomorrow.
My soap making kit and supplies are in. But that is for next week, or... later, or sooner or later. The big expense is the tools. I, at least, don't wish to mix and match consumption and soap tools and cookery. After that it's just supplies, which aren't expensive. I'll end up making both bar and liquid, and for various uses... a new skill, plus with variability. I did suggest I needed hobbies. Why not make them functional hobbies?
Later.
Actually, yes.
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While it wasn't that much, it really was. It took me since that last post to get it done, finishing with a shower, neck down. I hate going to bed with a wet head and didn't think I'd be awake long enough for it to dry. Just washed yesterday and dry 'shampoo' will do the trick. I even fried pork chops and baked potatoes. They were too dated to be anything more than just something. Not bad, just no greatness left to them.
Dishes, ground flour, stirring and feeding of one sourdoughs, which was given too little earlier. I have been running a mean kitchen. While I will stumble I'll dust off, fix it, or otherwise keep at it. I think I'll get a reasonable portion of the list whenever I wake up for good today.
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While it wasn't that much, it really was. It took me since that last post to get it done, finishing with a shower, neck down. I hate going to bed with a wet head and didn't think I'd be awake long enough for it to dry. Just washed yesterday and dry 'shampoo' will do the trick. I even fried pork chops and baked potatoes. They were too dated to be anything more than just something. Not bad, just no greatness left to them.
Dishes, ground flour, stirring and feeding of one sourdoughs, which was given too little earlier. I have been running a mean kitchen. While I will stumble I'll dust off, fix it, or otherwise keep at it. I think I'll get a reasonable portion of the list whenever I wake up for good today.
Some of it.
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Hold on. I am not finished. Most of the dishes. More than I thought, recycled the water kefir grains... just dumped the 'water'. It just isn't working out, so far. Too cold, to inconsistent, both? I've not been able to second ferment to fizzwater. It may just be that the grains take a while to become active enough, which requires more heat, consistently, than I can give them. Hmm, could turn the heat on in the en suite. But that heat costs through the nose. And I'd likely forget.
Ran out of energy, for the moment. Still hoping to finish the dishes, grind spelt and mix the sourdoughs, and maybe get a shower in. Then sleep well. I will be satisfied with the efforts. Tomorrow boxes, sorting, and surfaces. Still a light day, but with direction in advance. Perhaps I can get it all, maybe more, perhaps not. Whatever, but the plan is created if I can use it.
Ever get the feeling vultures are watching. Ever wonder what expression a group of vultures gets when they realize they are the prey? *grins* Just... a strange feeling. As if someone(s) is preparing the grave, the next grave, I will be exiting. They really never learn.
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Hold on. I am not finished. Most of the dishes. More than I thought, recycled the water kefir grains... just dumped the 'water'. It just isn't working out, so far. Too cold, to inconsistent, both? I've not been able to second ferment to fizzwater. It may just be that the grains take a while to become active enough, which requires more heat, consistently, than I can give them. Hmm, could turn the heat on in the en suite. But that heat costs through the nose. And I'd likely forget.
Ran out of energy, for the moment. Still hoping to finish the dishes, grind spelt and mix the sourdoughs, and maybe get a shower in. Then sleep well. I will be satisfied with the efforts. Tomorrow boxes, sorting, and surfaces. Still a light day, but with direction in advance. Perhaps I can get it all, maybe more, perhaps not. Whatever, but the plan is created if I can use it.
Ever get the feeling vultures are watching. Ever wonder what expression a group of vultures gets when they realize they are the prey? *grins* Just... a strange feeling. As if someone(s) is preparing the grave, the next grave, I will be exiting. They really never learn.
Monday, March 5, 2018
Just a nap.
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Longer than a typical nap, but not ten hours down after a few awake, either. Sleep was as good as it should be, if a pillow between the knees and careful placement of my neck and shoulders to start, then every time I rolled or shifted. It takes focus to do that while sleeping. I think that I can do it has something to do with dream control. I have to put it in my mind before sleep and consciously focus even while technically still asleep, but I can do this and a few other different things. Never tried to do several things at once, have some doubts, but I have been wrong before.
Most aches and pains are rounding off, softening. I forgot to take aspirin but will now. I need a stronger easement which requires something. The less I take it the more effective it is. Oh, since cold wasn't working, I have gone back to higher heat. I think, for now, that is the ticket.
Oh, and popcorn for a snack, perhaps a show. I don't know what youtube has done, exactly. What I do know is I don't like their "random generation pops", so there is no reason for me to bother. They want to screw around, even with music, based on politics, they can go without my patronage. They have even jiggered with my "watch again" selection.
A called home. A snow, and ice, storm there. Half a day of work today, probably none tomorrow. Plus her street is sheet-ice. Not much I can do. Did find out when the trip is. She wanted me to arrive just a few days before heading out. I was thinking more like a week ahead. If I get back in shape, since it won't be high summer, I can acclimate better by helping with dishes, laundry, and else stuff... so I'm not a full load drag of a visitor. Heck, I don't think my mother has had a souffle. Hmm, though I best work on getting more flavor in those.
We won't be staying even a week. Not sure if I will be staying at my brother's house, there may not be room. It'll be very short, probably busy, as they will be moving shortly thereafter. I'm not sure if a family reunion will be in the planning stages when we return. For next year, hopefully in the spring, if so.
Not sure if the uncle and aunt, a brother and sister of my mom, will be going or not. Would be nice if I... have my doubts. I sure hope so, but I know how things go. For me too sometimes. Yeah, I really know.
Hmm? I had best consider wardrobe. I have nice clothes but the sizing is awful. If they can't be sized they need to be replaced. I am guessing replaced... 46 or 44 down to 40 or 38. And my dress shirts fit as sails. Oddly, my sport jacket still fits, if I can find it. Yes, losing in the right places. I'd love a right suit, but timing and money, and continued losses? I should get in and check. Half down up front, a month to process? Maybe. Room in money and time beyond the givens, if just. Ugh. At least reasonable slacks, a shirt or two, and a proper dress belt? If I can find the jacket. Bleh. Money, money, money.
Oh, what to get for gift. Mother will say $20 in card. No, mother. At least books for a session, as a minimum. A $100 won't clear that. She gives bits all the time, doesn't realize how much she gives.
Well. To aspirin, popcorn, a movie, then dishes, boxes, and the kitchen? That is the plan, hope. I haven't fallen further behind than dishes, mostly. I think I can catch up in a day, and grind well beyond in a week, if I can crunch the tasks. Later.
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Longer than a typical nap, but not ten hours down after a few awake, either. Sleep was as good as it should be, if a pillow between the knees and careful placement of my neck and shoulders to start, then every time I rolled or shifted. It takes focus to do that while sleeping. I think that I can do it has something to do with dream control. I have to put it in my mind before sleep and consciously focus even while technically still asleep, but I can do this and a few other different things. Never tried to do several things at once, have some doubts, but I have been wrong before.
Most aches and pains are rounding off, softening. I forgot to take aspirin but will now. I need a stronger easement which requires something. The less I take it the more effective it is. Oh, since cold wasn't working, I have gone back to higher heat. I think, for now, that is the ticket.
Oh, and popcorn for a snack, perhaps a show. I don't know what youtube has done, exactly. What I do know is I don't like their "random generation pops", so there is no reason for me to bother. They want to screw around, even with music, based on politics, they can go without my patronage. They have even jiggered with my "watch again" selection.
A called home. A snow, and ice, storm there. Half a day of work today, probably none tomorrow. Plus her street is sheet-ice. Not much I can do. Did find out when the trip is. She wanted me to arrive just a few days before heading out. I was thinking more like a week ahead. If I get back in shape, since it won't be high summer, I can acclimate better by helping with dishes, laundry, and else stuff... so I'm not a full load drag of a visitor. Heck, I don't think my mother has had a souffle. Hmm, though I best work on getting more flavor in those.
We won't be staying even a week. Not sure if I will be staying at my brother's house, there may not be room. It'll be very short, probably busy, as they will be moving shortly thereafter. I'm not sure if a family reunion will be in the planning stages when we return. For next year, hopefully in the spring, if so.
Not sure if the uncle and aunt, a brother and sister of my mom, will be going or not. Would be nice if I... have my doubts. I sure hope so, but I know how things go. For me too sometimes. Yeah, I really know.
Hmm? I had best consider wardrobe. I have nice clothes but the sizing is awful. If they can't be sized they need to be replaced. I am guessing replaced... 46 or 44 down to 40 or 38. And my dress shirts fit as sails. Oddly, my sport jacket still fits, if I can find it. Yes, losing in the right places. I'd love a right suit, but timing and money, and continued losses? I should get in and check. Half down up front, a month to process? Maybe. Room in money and time beyond the givens, if just. Ugh. At least reasonable slacks, a shirt or two, and a proper dress belt? If I can find the jacket. Bleh. Money, money, money.
Oh, what to get for gift. Mother will say $20 in card. No, mother. At least books for a session, as a minimum. A $100 won't clear that. She gives bits all the time, doesn't realize how much she gives.
Well. To aspirin, popcorn, a movie, then dishes, boxes, and the kitchen? That is the plan, hope. I haven't fallen further behind than dishes, mostly. I think I can catch up in a day, and grind well beyond in a week, if I can crunch the tasks. Later.
Food helps.
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Not up to serious cooking. While oatmeal hadn't been soaked, in a pinch going without works. I just needed something solid and slow to digest. Pork chops seemed too harsh. Even oatmeal seemed too much. Between being easy to cook and the softest on the stomach of options I could put together the choice was made for me. That and a handful of crasins, plus milk, and I am feeling like turkeys used to, right before baking.
I may head back to bed. I am getting better. Everything is easing. A day or two more? Who knows. Well, and I did a lot of work last week. There is that. Sleep again for sure. Later, good night, whatever.
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Not up to serious cooking. While oatmeal hadn't been soaked, in a pinch going without works. I just needed something solid and slow to digest. Pork chops seemed too harsh. Even oatmeal seemed too much. Between being easy to cook and the softest on the stomach of options I could put together the choice was made for me. That and a handful of crasins, plus milk, and I am feeling like turkeys used to, right before baking.
I may head back to bed. I am getting better. Everything is easing. A day or two more? Who knows. Well, and I did a lot of work last week. There is that. Sleep again for sure. Later, good night, whatever.
Just a bit better.
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Sleep from the last post until now. I've been strategically placing pillows, will begin taking aspirin, as well as a few other tricks I have learned when suffering isn't getting me anywhere or I have cause to set it aside. Why not always attempt to put the pain away? To do that would take addictive and illegal drugs. I'd rather the pain, mostly used to it. Though, if I think there is a cause and a cure, or even a temporary way out... which isn't worse in the long run immoral or illegal, I might give it a shot. Actually even, as with massages, if they cause a few steps back at the start.
Some try to say the government shouldn't be involved. Just look at the death rates and it is obvious that the government has to be involved. Unfortunately, because of graft, the only real involvement by the government is keeping the prices stable. That makes their cut more reliable and gives away the little fish dealers when it's time to cull their numbers. Still, to some degree, it makes use prohibitive for more.
Cold. That often helps with recovery. Not so much this time. I don't know if it is the basis, aging, or something else. The cold is helping sleep, which usually helps restore... perhaps just sleeping to deep. Pillows placements, careful neck alignment, that might be the trick. I'll figure it out. Right after a nap? Phftftf.
The wheat and carts arrived. While not truly heavy, in my current state and with some weight to them, they offered fair resistance. Which I believe to be a good thing. I don't know when I will get to the carts, though sooner is better. Then my kitchen machinery will all be available withough a ton of juggling. As to the wheat, I'll hit the spelt first. The einkorn is in four, 5 pound, sealed and gassed bags.
Actually, as soon as I can get back to things, I'd like to get an up-to-date blood sugar meter, then grind regular and spelt wheats, then sprouted, using it for bread, eating two slices daily for a week (each made fresh, from as absolutely fresh ground or/and sprouted and ground flour). After those I'll hit einkorn similarly. Overkill for most people, might not be enough for me? Time will tell.
One thing about even home ground and more so sprouted grains is that you have to use it quickly. Or you lose the nutrients you have worked so hard to obtain. Once sprouted, more so sprouted and ground, the nutritional degradation is vastly accelerated. Just a warning I see missed in many vids. Too long out and you almost might as well be, nutritionally, back to bleached white. Don't say I didn't warn you. If you are going to the bother and expense then finish it out right. Freezing after each process stage will buy some time. But don't think months... weeks. Yeah, it's a tough racket.
Later.
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Sleep from the last post until now. I've been strategically placing pillows, will begin taking aspirin, as well as a few other tricks I have learned when suffering isn't getting me anywhere or I have cause to set it aside. Why not always attempt to put the pain away? To do that would take addictive and illegal drugs. I'd rather the pain, mostly used to it. Though, if I think there is a cause and a cure, or even a temporary way out... which isn't worse in the long run immoral or illegal, I might give it a shot. Actually even, as with massages, if they cause a few steps back at the start.
Some try to say the government shouldn't be involved. Just look at the death rates and it is obvious that the government has to be involved. Unfortunately, because of graft, the only real involvement by the government is keeping the prices stable. That makes their cut more reliable and gives away the little fish dealers when it's time to cull their numbers. Still, to some degree, it makes use prohibitive for more.
Cold. That often helps with recovery. Not so much this time. I don't know if it is the basis, aging, or something else. The cold is helping sleep, which usually helps restore... perhaps just sleeping to deep. Pillows placements, careful neck alignment, that might be the trick. I'll figure it out. Right after a nap? Phftftf.
The wheat and carts arrived. While not truly heavy, in my current state and with some weight to them, they offered fair resistance. Which I believe to be a good thing. I don't know when I will get to the carts, though sooner is better. Then my kitchen machinery will all be available withough a ton of juggling. As to the wheat, I'll hit the spelt first. The einkorn is in four, 5 pound, sealed and gassed bags.
Actually, as soon as I can get back to things, I'd like to get an up-to-date blood sugar meter, then grind regular and spelt wheats, then sprouted, using it for bread, eating two slices daily for a week (each made fresh, from as absolutely fresh ground or/and sprouted and ground flour). After those I'll hit einkorn similarly. Overkill for most people, might not be enough for me? Time will tell.
One thing about even home ground and more so sprouted grains is that you have to use it quickly. Or you lose the nutrients you have worked so hard to obtain. Once sprouted, more so sprouted and ground, the nutritional degradation is vastly accelerated. Just a warning I see missed in many vids. Too long out and you almost might as well be, nutritionally, back to bleached white. Don't say I didn't warn you. If you are going to the bother and expense then finish it out right. Freezing after each process stage will buy some time. But don't think months... weeks. Yeah, it's a tough racket.
Later.
Still a bit harsh.
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The shower helped. I collected trash and got that out. I fed the sourdough. I took care of the cat litter and fed the girls. Too tired and sore for much else. I will be going back to bed shortly. I sure hope I get better at handling massages soon. It took a while the first time. Just staying awake to drive home used to be the first trick.
Sore here and there. Some of it from the massage, some of it from excessive sleeping? Some if it from sleeping too sound, not rolling. I'll stick with it, it really did lower bp to normal or near-normal levels, and that was without medication I think. It was before they diagnosed me with heart disease.
As for the feet, those are healed from nipping and such. They fit in boots and shoes without background pains I am only noticing by their absences. All good. I am, with the nails trimmed so well, able to dig under the nails better. Between her and myself, my feet might really get in super shape quickly. It seems, with my second biggest toes, the weird nails aren't from fungus or infection. After a bit of talking I probably know why. I claw my feet when walking, and when pain encroaches. It's a coping method, as chewing my teeth once was as well. I have... quite a few little tricks. It seems there are costs to all of them.
Good night.
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The shower helped. I collected trash and got that out. I fed the sourdough. I took care of the cat litter and fed the girls. Too tired and sore for much else. I will be going back to bed shortly. I sure hope I get better at handling massages soon. It took a while the first time. Just staying awake to drive home used to be the first trick.
Sore here and there. Some of it from the massage, some of it from excessive sleeping? Some if it from sleeping too sound, not rolling. I'll stick with it, it really did lower bp to normal or near-normal levels, and that was without medication I think. It was before they diagnosed me with heart disease.
As for the feet, those are healed from nipping and such. They fit in boots and shoes without background pains I am only noticing by their absences. All good. I am, with the nails trimmed so well, able to dig under the nails better. Between her and myself, my feet might really get in super shape quickly. It seems, with my second biggest toes, the weird nails aren't from fungus or infection. After a bit of talking I probably know why. I claw my feet when walking, and when pain encroaches. It's a coping method, as chewing my teeth once was as well. I have... quite a few little tricks. It seems there are costs to all of them.
Good night.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
I keep crashing.
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Sore, tired, zapped, drained. Ah, but I figured out some of it. I used to only do half hour sessions, at the masseuse. These are full hour sessions, their minimum. I knew there would be a duty attached. Not surprised. The pedicure adds to it. I will keep them together as planned, but may separate them already. Too much. It will complicate things for a bit. At least I can reschedule, schedule based on my timing, and such. I have been more stable lately... my days and nights aren't always right, they just aren't perpetually changing.
Oh, another thing, massages shake up the g.i. Not a bad thing. Just something to realize. Not nearly as bad as the first few times. Not bad, actually, at all, this time. Simply a mild realization. And bloody noses, until my body gets used to it. Glad I didn't go with deep tissue. I may hold off on that for several more sessions than planned.
I did look the feet over, after getting enough rest in. They are even better than I had thought. I am amazed at how much she got off the heels, and other places. The skin around the toenails, the angles of the toenails, all of it. I can clip, just not well. And I didn't trust myself to take the skin off near the nails. It hurt a bit while she did it, but I wasn't about to complain. She had a good angle of sight, the right tools, little risk of slipping as I do when I have tried, plus experience. To be honest, I think I'll be able to walk more correctly, and without pain. One of those little pains I shove to the back of my mind, don't directly feel.
Dinner wasn't all that good. The beef wasn't warm enough, the cabbage wasn't my favorite sort... none of it was warm enough actually. I may have to use the microwave or figure a better way to warm leftovers. That just won't do.
I ended up going back to bed after the meal. I just woke up again. Good thing I didn't have anything planned. I Couldn't have done anything. Still recovering. Later.
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Sore, tired, zapped, drained. Ah, but I figured out some of it. I used to only do half hour sessions, at the masseuse. These are full hour sessions, their minimum. I knew there would be a duty attached. Not surprised. The pedicure adds to it. I will keep them together as planned, but may separate them already. Too much. It will complicate things for a bit. At least I can reschedule, schedule based on my timing, and such. I have been more stable lately... my days and nights aren't always right, they just aren't perpetually changing.
Oh, another thing, massages shake up the g.i. Not a bad thing. Just something to realize. Not nearly as bad as the first few times. Not bad, actually, at all, this time. Simply a mild realization. And bloody noses, until my body gets used to it. Glad I didn't go with deep tissue. I may hold off on that for several more sessions than planned.
I did look the feet over, after getting enough rest in. They are even better than I had thought. I am amazed at how much she got off the heels, and other places. The skin around the toenails, the angles of the toenails, all of it. I can clip, just not well. And I didn't trust myself to take the skin off near the nails. It hurt a bit while she did it, but I wasn't about to complain. She had a good angle of sight, the right tools, little risk of slipping as I do when I have tried, plus experience. To be honest, I think I'll be able to walk more correctly, and without pain. One of those little pains I shove to the back of my mind, don't directly feel.
Dinner wasn't all that good. The beef wasn't warm enough, the cabbage wasn't my favorite sort... none of it was warm enough actually. I may have to use the microwave or figure a better way to warm leftovers. That just won't do.
I ended up going back to bed after the meal. I just woke up again. Good thing I didn't have anything planned. I Couldn't have done anything. Still recovering. Later.
A rough night.
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I suspect the message is still doing it's thing. My systems are... unusual. I think I remain tense in a seemingly relaxed way. Which means messages don't do their thing as quickly with me. If I had to guess, I would say the message is half to two thirds finished. After it finishes, then I can recover. It might sound like a story, I don't think it is. I forgot from last time, but now remember something along these lines.
Things are tightened which must loosen again. Things have been moved, shifted, and need to find their places again, from organs to joints to muscles. Well, and now sleep is getting into the dead zone. Which means I risk sleeping without rolling. Too much rolling is bad. Too little fussing is worse. Definitely too little last night, if recovery is faster than usual.
The roast was very good. I'm warming it for a second go. I found another ingredient which went in with the rest, mushrooms. I love those things. Time to eat. Today is mostly rest and recovery. Dishes, a shower, and getting trash out otherwise. Zapped. Later.
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I suspect the message is still doing it's thing. My systems are... unusual. I think I remain tense in a seemingly relaxed way. Which means messages don't do their thing as quickly with me. If I had to guess, I would say the message is half to two thirds finished. After it finishes, then I can recover. It might sound like a story, I don't think it is. I forgot from last time, but now remember something along these lines.
Things are tightened which must loosen again. Things have been moved, shifted, and need to find their places again, from organs to joints to muscles. Well, and now sleep is getting into the dead zone. Which means I risk sleeping without rolling. Too much rolling is bad. Too little fussing is worse. Definitely too little last night, if recovery is faster than usual.
The roast was very good. I'm warming it for a second go. I found another ingredient which went in with the rest, mushrooms. I love those things. Time to eat. Today is mostly rest and recovery. Dishes, a shower, and getting trash out otherwise. Zapped. Later.
A lamb chop and eggs.
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Various spices, mostly tarragon cinnamon and ginger. Honestly it seemed right. Eggs were, well, eggs. You can do interesting things with eggs. As to taste and texture eggs will always, and just, be eggs. You can make them more or less palatable. You simply can't turn the drawbridge into the grand keep. Still, something to bolster the other, really.
Still hungry. I have the roast counter-curing. Lettering salt, pepper, and a few other herbs and spices soak in as it gets to room temp. It helps beef, from the finest steaks to the cheapest roast. Salt, pepper, and garlic if you can keep in American. A few others if you know what you are doing, or don't. With the roast, potatoes, onion, cabbage, and rutabaga. I keep thinking of mashed potatoes but it's too much, especially just for me.
I would like to sleep but I am too hungry. That bite of a chop and eggs just didn't cut it.
Too little, too mild. I won't swear to it but, save for the veggies, I feel as if I could eat the whole roast. I'd sure like that, save for the overfull sensation which doesn't allow good rest. No, I'll have a good portion of all, far less than my eyes say, and have three or four meals yet from it.
Good night.
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Various spices, mostly tarragon cinnamon and ginger. Honestly it seemed right. Eggs were, well, eggs. You can do interesting things with eggs. As to taste and texture eggs will always, and just, be eggs. You can make them more or less palatable. You simply can't turn the drawbridge into the grand keep. Still, something to bolster the other, really.
Still hungry. I have the roast counter-curing. Lettering salt, pepper, and a few other herbs and spices soak in as it gets to room temp. It helps beef, from the finest steaks to the cheapest roast. Salt, pepper, and garlic if you can keep in American. A few others if you know what you are doing, or don't. With the roast, potatoes, onion, cabbage, and rutabaga. I keep thinking of mashed potatoes but it's too much, especially just for me.
I would like to sleep but I am too hungry. That bite of a chop and eggs just didn't cut it.
Too little, too mild. I won't swear to it but, save for the veggies, I feel as if I could eat the whole roast. I'd sure like that, save for the overfull sensation which doesn't allow good rest. No, I'll have a good portion of all, far less than my eyes say, and have three or four meals yet from it.
Good night.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Blasted.
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After the last post I spun out and crashed. Could not stay awake. I am just waking back up. I don't feel bad, didn't then. Like a plane losing it's wings, only one way to go. Sleep was good. Woke with wet lungs. Perhaps I haven't been taking medicine as regularly as I though. Massages will help. The two together would be better. I can tell a masseuse can hurt with her hands, just as I could heal. Not as likely, it's just to have what it takes for one, you can see to the other.
Whatever is happening with youtube, thus google, is bad. Expect getting shut down, erased, at any moment. It won't stop with them. They are doing all sorts of things. They are either in serious trouble, and flailing like a wounded beast, or they have been assured globalists are running the show, so they have no legal fears. I think they are being set up to be left to the mob. Get ready for the largest tech inversion in history. Not just in America. Though, as with global temp drops, you won't hear about it from elsewhere. Governments are realizing they are also on the tech chopping block. Not good with nuances, but governments are amazingly splendid at clay-fisted brutality. Tech will lose. Heck, you aren't being told how cold it is really getting. I have heard from people in my old home it has hit into -65. Not even rarely, at least several times. I have been watching, never reported. You are being told direct lies.
Ah, some changes. I have a pushcart of metal, stainless. While clean, functional, and such, it seemed rather industrial, sterile. So I went with a more homey cart. It just couldn't handle use. With the wheels locked, I tried to roll it. The rear wheels broke out, one of them breaking itself. Okay, yeah, steel doesn't do that. So, back to industrial.
I ordered two more, if that may be an extra. I am thinking about dumping the microwave. I am honestly not convinced they are truly food safe. Perhaps for limited things, like softening or melting butter? For now, I suppose, it stays. I also purchased inexpensive cutting boards to bring the kitchen tools and appliances up to the rim. I will have a cart for the stand mixer, dehydrator and food processor, then the microwave and grain mill, with room below for accessories and mason jars. No other surfaces with access to plugs and height allowances. Bleh.
Bit by bit I am figuring out how to make my world work as I wish it. From tools, appliances, facilitation devices, to skills and some health leeway. Even massages and pedicures are solely aimed at increased function. Pleasure is so overrated. If pleasure? The only things that please, cause ease, are sleeping and resting. Everything else actually hurts, to some level or other. That isn't... what is sought either. It is function, a fullness of life, obtaining what is as right and good as possible. Ease is what is left behind, pain the price. Worth it, I do believe.
I won't get to much. A batch of sourdough pancakes, then dishes. That'll be it. Maybe back to bed. Later.
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After the last post I spun out and crashed. Could not stay awake. I am just waking back up. I don't feel bad, didn't then. Like a plane losing it's wings, only one way to go. Sleep was good. Woke with wet lungs. Perhaps I haven't been taking medicine as regularly as I though. Massages will help. The two together would be better. I can tell a masseuse can hurt with her hands, just as I could heal. Not as likely, it's just to have what it takes for one, you can see to the other.
Whatever is happening with youtube, thus google, is bad. Expect getting shut down, erased, at any moment. It won't stop with them. They are doing all sorts of things. They are either in serious trouble, and flailing like a wounded beast, or they have been assured globalists are running the show, so they have no legal fears. I think they are being set up to be left to the mob. Get ready for the largest tech inversion in history. Not just in America. Though, as with global temp drops, you won't hear about it from elsewhere. Governments are realizing they are also on the tech chopping block. Not good with nuances, but governments are amazingly splendid at clay-fisted brutality. Tech will lose. Heck, you aren't being told how cold it is really getting. I have heard from people in my old home it has hit into -65. Not even rarely, at least several times. I have been watching, never reported. You are being told direct lies.
Ah, some changes. I have a pushcart of metal, stainless. While clean, functional, and such, it seemed rather industrial, sterile. So I went with a more homey cart. It just couldn't handle use. With the wheels locked, I tried to roll it. The rear wheels broke out, one of them breaking itself. Okay, yeah, steel doesn't do that. So, back to industrial.
I ordered two more, if that may be an extra. I am thinking about dumping the microwave. I am honestly not convinced they are truly food safe. Perhaps for limited things, like softening or melting butter? For now, I suppose, it stays. I also purchased inexpensive cutting boards to bring the kitchen tools and appliances up to the rim. I will have a cart for the stand mixer, dehydrator and food processor, then the microwave and grain mill, with room below for accessories and mason jars. No other surfaces with access to plugs and height allowances. Bleh.
Bit by bit I am figuring out how to make my world work as I wish it. From tools, appliances, facilitation devices, to skills and some health leeway. Even massages and pedicures are solely aimed at increased function. Pleasure is so overrated. If pleasure? The only things that please, cause ease, are sleeping and resting. Everything else actually hurts, to some level or other. That isn't... what is sought either. It is function, a fullness of life, obtaining what is as right and good as possible. Ease is what is left behind, pain the price. Worth it, I do believe.
I won't get to much. A batch of sourdough pancakes, then dishes. That'll be it. Maybe back to bed. Later.
Tough to get down.
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The massage woke everything up. Not a bad thing. Actually I think that is the point. However, when done near bedtime that means settling in to sleep takes much longer. I think it was 2:00 or 3:00 before I could sleep and 11:00 when I woke... all give or take thirty. And waking with serious phlegm. Whoever spelled that word out got it right. I knew the masseuse loosened some of that. I knew I didn't remove it all last night. Actually I am sure it's still not all gone. It may take days.
I slept like a baby. I don't remember sleeping, if it isn't a total time and space void either. Good sleep can't be beat. Now with daily work this week I have generally been sleeping better. This just tops that by a head and shoulders. I keep dreaming of the Vatican, waking to or with a question. How cold has it gotten at the Vatican? I don't know if I am asking or if it is God. I didn't want to write it, but... Persistence pays off. Now maybe the silly thing will leave me be. Every or every other day for... weeks. Since before it snowed there, which I foresaw... just didn't know it was rare so didn't note. Oh, did you hear? Seven feet of snow in Cali. *grins* Probably not. They are hiding all sorts of things from you, if things snowflakes don't want to hear anyway.
Today? I had planned work, travel, this, and that. I don't think... I mean, I will be trimming that back, toning that down. Dishes, boxes, surfaces, the table, and sweeping? Max. While the massage didn't cause an immediate crash, it lead to a slow burn which eventualized into a shallow dive as my body... amends. All good, that really is how it should work. I may, in time, recover more quickly. Today just gets to be a slow wonderful day. With phlegm. ;p
Roast beef, with cabbage and rutabaga later. Well, and boiling a dozen eggs. Plus a glass of kefir. A strange world I abide. One I didn't anticipate. Kefir? Even cabbage!
Later.
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The massage woke everything up. Not a bad thing. Actually I think that is the point. However, when done near bedtime that means settling in to sleep takes much longer. I think it was 2:00 or 3:00 before I could sleep and 11:00 when I woke... all give or take thirty. And waking with serious phlegm. Whoever spelled that word out got it right. I knew the masseuse loosened some of that. I knew I didn't remove it all last night. Actually I am sure it's still not all gone. It may take days.
I slept like a baby. I don't remember sleeping, if it isn't a total time and space void either. Good sleep can't be beat. Now with daily work this week I have generally been sleeping better. This just tops that by a head and shoulders. I keep dreaming of the Vatican, waking to or with a question. How cold has it gotten at the Vatican? I don't know if I am asking or if it is God. I didn't want to write it, but... Persistence pays off. Now maybe the silly thing will leave me be. Every or every other day for... weeks. Since before it snowed there, which I foresaw... just didn't know it was rare so didn't note. Oh, did you hear? Seven feet of snow in Cali. *grins* Probably not. They are hiding all sorts of things from you, if things snowflakes don't want to hear anyway.
Today? I had planned work, travel, this, and that. I don't think... I mean, I will be trimming that back, toning that down. Dishes, boxes, surfaces, the table, and sweeping? Max. While the massage didn't cause an immediate crash, it lead to a slow burn which eventualized into a shallow dive as my body... amends. All good, that really is how it should work. I may, in time, recover more quickly. Today just gets to be a slow wonderful day. With phlegm. ;p
Roast beef, with cabbage and rutabaga later. Well, and boiling a dozen eggs. Plus a glass of kefir. A strange world I abide. One I didn't anticipate. Kefir? Even cabbage!
Later.
Friday, March 2, 2018
A perfect end to a pretty good week.
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As it goes, which is first isn't as important as it once was. It seems once I learned to tolerate messages they no longer put me down. Interesting and good to know. I've set up my next appointments. The feet will take some work. Lots of dry skin. I'll put in extra effort to wear socks at all times, change twice a day, and slather something on at least once. When it warms I can go without socks part of the day.
I am a nudist! Well, of the feet. In winter that is just too hard on them. Socks and at least house shoes, if I'd really like to go without. I do plan, for the next, probably, three months, to hit them both twice a month... Unless the feet come through. But the messages, I really am hoping they help with the bp. The thing is to keep appointments. At some point I may want to have the pedicure on it's own day, so as to have three, sort of, messages a month. While I suspect the messages will do the most for bp, just human contact will have some solid impact.
A grand experiment. I took a light standard message this time and at least next time. At some point I may have her try deep muscle. Quite a thing, if I am just doing it for bp there is no reason I can't enjoy the experiences.
I also made it to the store. Picking up what was at a good price or was needed. I pulled beef out to thaw, to go with cabbage and rutabaga. I'm not messing with sauerkraut until the kitchen is topped off. I have to cook some food though. I have been, mostly , keeping up on dishes. Not today. I had to let else slide or I wouldn't have made it. Was so surprised they had an opening. Crazy. Had to take it, and do what it took to make it there.
Wow. What a day. What a week. If not bedtime, good night anyway.
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As it goes, which is first isn't as important as it once was. It seems once I learned to tolerate messages they no longer put me down. Interesting and good to know. I've set up my next appointments. The feet will take some work. Lots of dry skin. I'll put in extra effort to wear socks at all times, change twice a day, and slather something on at least once. When it warms I can go without socks part of the day.
I am a nudist! Well, of the feet. In winter that is just too hard on them. Socks and at least house shoes, if I'd really like to go without. I do plan, for the next, probably, three months, to hit them both twice a month... Unless the feet come through. But the messages, I really am hoping they help with the bp. The thing is to keep appointments. At some point I may want to have the pedicure on it's own day, so as to have three, sort of, messages a month. While I suspect the messages will do the most for bp, just human contact will have some solid impact.
A grand experiment. I took a light standard message this time and at least next time. At some point I may have her try deep muscle. Quite a thing, if I am just doing it for bp there is no reason I can't enjoy the experiences.
I also made it to the store. Picking up what was at a good price or was needed. I pulled beef out to thaw, to go with cabbage and rutabaga. I'm not messing with sauerkraut until the kitchen is topped off. I have to cook some food though. I have been, mostly , keeping up on dishes. Not today. I had to let else slide or I wouldn't have made it. Was so surprised they had an opening. Crazy. Had to take it, and do what it took to make it there.
Wow. What a day. What a week. If not bedtime, good night anyway.
This that and more.
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Milk! I love that stuff. Cream too. I'm paid up for another week, but wanted to pay the rest of the month and some other. Couldn't find my checks. Well, until two minutes after opportunity. However I realized my checks weren't what I wanted, though they needed a revision. I meant to pay, no sweat. They took the hit though, so. New ones ordered.
Which reminded me... massage and pedicure. This time I called one better bet at a time. The first rang to a hangup. Okay. Next. I left a query message. Got the call back while reordering my checks. I don't do phone drama. I just let it go to message and called back when finished.
I figured, even if they offered both services, getting them on the same day, back to back, would be a real trial. Hour only, but the prices are good. No guy masseuse however. Not negotiable. Anyway, waiting, waiting... Today, massage, then pedi after? Seriously? SURE! Not sure I'm up to it, would rather pedi first... will try to arrange it my way from now on, massages can toast me. Still, heck yeah.
Dang kids. Twice a month until feet are better, bp comes down, then maybe each once a month to see if that is enough. A shower, see about dropping a check off on my way. Monday, or tomorrow, medicine and car wash. Ugh. I'll keep at it. Oh, and I'll set an doctor appointment for the first of next month. Almost getting places. Good day.
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Milk! I love that stuff. Cream too. I'm paid up for another week, but wanted to pay the rest of the month and some other. Couldn't find my checks. Well, until two minutes after opportunity. However I realized my checks weren't what I wanted, though they needed a revision. I meant to pay, no sweat. They took the hit though, so. New ones ordered.
Which reminded me... massage and pedicure. This time I called one better bet at a time. The first rang to a hangup. Okay. Next. I left a query message. Got the call back while reordering my checks. I don't do phone drama. I just let it go to message and called back when finished.
I figured, even if they offered both services, getting them on the same day, back to back, would be a real trial. Hour only, but the prices are good. No guy masseuse however. Not negotiable. Anyway, waiting, waiting... Today, massage, then pedi after? Seriously? SURE! Not sure I'm up to it, would rather pedi first... will try to arrange it my way from now on, massages can toast me. Still, heck yeah.
Dang kids. Twice a month until feet are better, bp comes down, then maybe each once a month to see if that is enough. A shower, see about dropping a check off on my way. Monday, or tomorrow, medicine and car wash. Ugh. I'll keep at it. Oh, and I'll set an doctor appointment for the first of next month. Almost getting places. Good day.
A rough morning.
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Not the worst, by a longshot. I've been doing much, then I couldn't cool down then sleep until nearing midnight. I woke at about 8:30, with some help from my furry little... friends? If they want to be. They were restless, furtive, relentless natives this morning. Perhaps they aren't quite used to one canned food meal a day yet. All good. I opened the bedroom door at 7:30 and let them do their work. Some days they are less motivated, this not being among them.
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Not the worst, by a longshot. I've been doing much, then I couldn't cool down then sleep until nearing midnight. I woke at about 8:30, with some help from my furry little... friends? If they want to be. They were restless, furtive, relentless natives this morning. Perhaps they aren't quite used to one canned food meal a day yet. All good. I opened the bedroom door at 7:30 and let them do their work. Some days they are less motivated, this not being among them.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
What's that?
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I thought I would get some of if done. Nope. All of it, and then some. Finished dishes and laundry, dried folded, put up save a few items and the dehydrator rounds which I'll let air dry overnight. Too much fiddly to try to dry those otherwise. The sunflower seeds were done, which really surprised me. The oven, at a higher temp, simply couldn't do it. Those are jarred. The bottles were finished, plus their flip tops were added, loosely. Oh, and a sourdough was fed extra for use in the morning. The others were stirred. More, if I forget as I get ready for bed. Well, a good bit of blogging.
Ugh. Need to cool down. Then crash... in a reasonably well made bed.
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I thought I would get some of if done. Nope. All of it, and then some. Finished dishes and laundry, dried folded, put up save a few items and the dehydrator rounds which I'll let air dry overnight. Too much fiddly to try to dry those otherwise. The sunflower seeds were done, which really surprised me. The oven, at a higher temp, simply couldn't do it. Those are jarred. The bottles were finished, plus their flip tops were added, loosely. Oh, and a sourdough was fed extra for use in the morning. The others were stirred. More, if I forget as I get ready for bed. Well, a good bit of blogging.
Ugh. Need to cool down. Then crash... in a reasonably well made bed.
Yeah? I'm getting there.
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Just bits and pieces. Lunch was good. Nothing fancy. I'll finish laundry, stir the sourdoughs feeding one of them for pancakes in the morning, and checking the sunflower seeds. Oh, and scrubbing the dehydrator trays and either setting them to another soak or rinsing and drying them. Yeah, if Ikeep at it I really will get caught up.
No nap. I guess that's cool. I like what I am doing with the place. Hmm, might as well sort the stuff in the drying rack, and hit the few dishes for the day. A clean start does present more opportunity in the morning.
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Just bits and pieces. Lunch was good. Nothing fancy. I'll finish laundry, stir the sourdoughs feeding one of them for pancakes in the morning, and checking the sunflower seeds. Oh, and scrubbing the dehydrator trays and either setting them to another soak or rinsing and drying them. Yeah, if Ikeep at it I really will get caught up.
No nap. I guess that's cool. I like what I am doing with the place. Hmm, might as well sort the stuff in the drying rack, and hit the few dishes for the day. A clean start does present more opportunity in the morning.
A nap?
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I have been considering that since 8:30. But, then, I'd think of something to do. Grind winter white wheat, get the dehydrator working for when the sunflower seeds were ready. Perfect timing, as the seeds, which hadn't sprouted yet this morning, were sprouted after the machine was set up. Some of the screens needed cleaned but there were enough clean ones for the seeds. No salt. That might help them dry but I like them without well enough. The seeds went in. The dirty screens finally are getting a soak. They need the big tub I had been using for regular dishes due to their size, within the shower/tub. Problem has been that either the tub was full of other dishes or I was burned out on dishes.
By the way, with the dehydrator back in action, and carts ordered for the extra devices so cord use isn't a problem, I will get back to dehydrating everything from jerky, to fruits and veggies, and on into nuts and berries. Not vast quantities, only fresh when I can get them, as extra reserve... and another hobby. The thing I am learning with sourdough is... labels. Label everything. Some of it needs dates. Just do it. Plus, now I can sprout wheat as well.
Uhrm? Right. MORE CANNING JARS! In all sizes. Probably need to look for gallon jars. You can't ever have enough glass or pottery when you start on groady(ish) growy things, especially with canning on the horizon. Bah! And I need to wash more of the jars I have, and find a place to store them. Ah! Under the new carts when they arrive. Up to quarts anyway. Half and gallon can be sorted to the tall wire shelf. Bleh.
Then to laundry. Two loads should be finished with one last one on the way. I just don't have enough else to make a load. Had to grab kitchen towels, as is, to push the last load over the line. I've been doing small tasks dotted through the morning, much more, and some of that is more than it seems. Still, all good. Perhaps a nap after lunch? Not terribly hungry if it's not best to wait. Might take a rhino. Hmm, I bet they make into excellent fried rinds. A little tobasco and golden. It even provides it's own fat! Fuck yeah I think with my stomach.
Yeah, best eat first. A pillow or cat might end up gone missing otherwise. Later.
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I have been considering that since 8:30. But, then, I'd think of something to do. Grind winter white wheat, get the dehydrator working for when the sunflower seeds were ready. Perfect timing, as the seeds, which hadn't sprouted yet this morning, were sprouted after the machine was set up. Some of the screens needed cleaned but there were enough clean ones for the seeds. No salt. That might help them dry but I like them without well enough. The seeds went in. The dirty screens finally are getting a soak. They need the big tub I had been using for regular dishes due to their size, within the shower/tub. Problem has been that either the tub was full of other dishes or I was burned out on dishes.
By the way, with the dehydrator back in action, and carts ordered for the extra devices so cord use isn't a problem, I will get back to dehydrating everything from jerky, to fruits and veggies, and on into nuts and berries. Not vast quantities, only fresh when I can get them, as extra reserve... and another hobby. The thing I am learning with sourdough is... labels. Label everything. Some of it needs dates. Just do it. Plus, now I can sprout wheat as well.
Uhrm? Right. MORE CANNING JARS! In all sizes. Probably need to look for gallon jars. You can't ever have enough glass or pottery when you start on groady(ish) growy things, especially with canning on the horizon. Bah! And I need to wash more of the jars I have, and find a place to store them. Ah! Under the new carts when they arrive. Up to quarts anyway. Half and gallon can be sorted to the tall wire shelf. Bleh.
Then to laundry. Two loads should be finished with one last one on the way. I just don't have enough else to make a load. Had to grab kitchen towels, as is, to push the last load over the line. I've been doing small tasks dotted through the morning, much more, and some of that is more than it seems. Still, all good. Perhaps a nap after lunch? Not terribly hungry if it's not best to wait. Might take a rhino. Hmm, I bet they make into excellent fried rinds. A little tobasco and golden. It even provides it's own fat! Fuck yeah I think with my stomach.
Yeah, best eat first. A pillow or cat might end up gone missing otherwise. Later.
There is that.
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When did I wake? I know I looked. Memory refuses to serve. I will, considering the givens, call it 6:00 or before by no more than fifteen. The bed was made, roughly if immediately. It sure seemed cold this morning. Wool socks as soon as a pair could be found. Then to the kitchen. Sunflower seeds were rinsed, well to clear, drained, then set to dry. Sourdoughs were fed. I had to grind more wheat, more spelt soon. Everything was washed or cleaned along the way. Amazing how much mess just a few simple chores can produce, if that may just be me, my very nature?
Dratted thing is I did all of that before properly waking. Which means... I have no clue what to do next. I even cleaned the litter boxes. Hmm? Yeah. Still so tired. I could see about the laundry, and start another load. I am not sure I am ready for breakfast. Still, there is the egg casserole. It came out just so. All I need. Perhaps a toss of sprouts. Just for crunch.
Done and done. Is it nap time? Bah! It's not even 7:00 yet. As I rest I will ponder. Not quite ready to hit the kitchen. Later.
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Ah-ha! Not for now, maybe not today, but soon. No, not in English, but with more than sufficient sub-... super-titles. The holdoff? Beside gravity and my butt? Walnuts. I want half the thing to be nutty.
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When did I wake? I know I looked. Memory refuses to serve. I will, considering the givens, call it 6:00 or before by no more than fifteen. The bed was made, roughly if immediately. It sure seemed cold this morning. Wool socks as soon as a pair could be found. Then to the kitchen. Sunflower seeds were rinsed, well to clear, drained, then set to dry. Sourdoughs were fed. I had to grind more wheat, more spelt soon. Everything was washed or cleaned along the way. Amazing how much mess just a few simple chores can produce, if that may just be me, my very nature?
Dratted thing is I did all of that before properly waking. Which means... I have no clue what to do next. I even cleaned the litter boxes. Hmm? Yeah. Still so tired. I could see about the laundry, and start another load. I am not sure I am ready for breakfast. Still, there is the egg casserole. It came out just so. All I need. Perhaps a toss of sprouts. Just for crunch.
Done and done. Is it nap time? Bah! It's not even 7:00 yet. As I rest I will ponder. Not quite ready to hit the kitchen. Later.
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Ah-ha! Not for now, maybe not today, but soon. No, not in English, but with more than sufficient sub-... super-titles. The holdoff? Beside gravity and my butt? Walnuts. I want half the thing to be nutty.
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Wanted something more.
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I really wanted to cook or bake something. Brownies, some sort of treat. I only keep cocoa powders on hand... both types and a blend. I went looking for a recipe which matched my ingredients. You can make chocolate using fats and powder, technically. I haven't done it, so really wanted to see it done in with the rest. Not lazy, just not interested in experimenting, not tonight. No go. So be it.
I did finish most of the rest of the dishes and bottles. A cooling rack was overlooked. No, just... no. All growy stuff has been worked. I am down to sunflower seeds and sourdough. I'll be using sourdoughs down, before long, then cutting that to a feeding a week unless it is to go into production again. Now to keep up the other work and clean the joint back up.
The machine, as usual, didn't spin out the liquid. I parted everything and ran it as anew load. That worked. It is drying but I won't bother with another load. I keep reviewing soap making. One thing to note is that all the equipment used becomes for soap only. You want to go cheap, but not so cheap the equipment fails. Looking things over. Window shopping is easy these days, perhaps too easy.
Bedtime is closing in. Good night.
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I really wanted to cook or bake something. Brownies, some sort of treat. I only keep cocoa powders on hand... both types and a blend. I went looking for a recipe which matched my ingredients. You can make chocolate using fats and powder, technically. I haven't done it, so really wanted to see it done in with the rest. Not lazy, just not interested in experimenting, not tonight. No go. So be it.
I did finish most of the rest of the dishes and bottles. A cooling rack was overlooked. No, just... no. All growy stuff has been worked. I am down to sunflower seeds and sourdough. I'll be using sourdoughs down, before long, then cutting that to a feeding a week unless it is to go into production again. Now to keep up the other work and clean the joint back up.
The machine, as usual, didn't spin out the liquid. I parted everything and ran it as anew load. That worked. It is drying but I won't bother with another load. I keep reviewing soap making. One thing to note is that all the equipment used becomes for soap only. You want to go cheap, but not so cheap the equipment fails. Looking things over. Window shopping is easy these days, perhaps too easy.
Bedtime is closing in. Good night.
Dishes and more dishes.
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Dishes after those. I got the first group, then made an spinach, onion, mushroom cheese, sausage, and egg casserole. Sauteing mushrooms and onions, probably spinach next time. I am getting much better at it, if it isn't difficult and I didn't start out bad. It's more gauging amounts, pitching in for the extra steps such as sauteing, and having the timing down better. Oh, and I have learned to add volume to the eggs.
By the time it was done the dishes from the cooking were done. That's the way to go if you have to go that way. Paper plates to. Plastic utensils don't work well, and disposable cups. I so much prefer glass. Still, I'll check next time I go shopping. Maybe half that way? Maybe. More if I am down? Something.
The sunflower seeds weren't sprouted last time I checked. I won't be worrying about sourdough tonight, now, if seeing how long it takes to hit their high, most expanded, would be good. That and a glass of kefir, milk kefir, after this post. Ah, and the washer messed up. It left everything soaking. I ran it on a wring and spin load, didn't seem to work last time. Annoying. If it worked I'll put another load through as well. That'll be it for laundry, if more in the kitchen would be good. Later.
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Dishes after those. I got the first group, then made an spinach, onion, mushroom cheese, sausage, and egg casserole. Sauteing mushrooms and onions, probably spinach next time. I am getting much better at it, if it isn't difficult and I didn't start out bad. It's more gauging amounts, pitching in for the extra steps such as sauteing, and having the timing down better. Oh, and I have learned to add volume to the eggs.
By the time it was done the dishes from the cooking were done. That's the way to go if you have to go that way. Paper plates to. Plastic utensils don't work well, and disposable cups. I so much prefer glass. Still, I'll check next time I go shopping. Maybe half that way? Maybe. More if I am down? Something.
The sunflower seeds weren't sprouted last time I checked. I won't be worrying about sourdough tonight, now, if seeing how long it takes to hit their high, most expanded, would be good. That and a glass of kefir, milk kefir, after this post. Ah, and the washer messed up. It left everything soaking. I ran it on a wring and spin load, didn't seem to work last time. Annoying. If it worked I'll put another load through as well. That'll be it for laundry, if more in the kitchen would be good. Later.
Not as planned.
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Even so, I'll take it. Hoping for more.
I ended up doing normal morning stuff first then getting bedding changed, the bed made, and laundry started. While I haven't started in on the dishes, I set them to soak then drained and refreshed the soak... tomato and meat require more soap than one soak offers, to my demands. Clean isn't greasy.
My hands have improved. Rubber gloves, talcum powder, and aloe vera lotion for the initial stages. It's both the heat, the water, chemicals, and then the cold. Oh, I went from Gold Bond to generic baby powder. I went from paying $6 to $10 a bottle to $20 or less for 48 bottles, same amount per. I can handle the baby smell. I use the stuff on my feet, along with foot spray. My feet don't smell funny anymore, or itch or burn. My routine works.
Hmm? I don't know. I am hoping to reduce boxes and hit the kitchen. After a break, if I can. I am happy with where things are, in the day and along the list. If I didn't do more, so long as I didn't add to the mess, I'd be good. But, as we all know... deceiving. I plan on making a mess, sourdough pancakes. More, doing more isn't, for some of us, a choice. Either I can or I cannot. If I can, it isn't that I am compelled, it is that I simply will do it. No real choice.
Ugh. I think I hit a wall. I'll probably get better or nap. Hmm, food might help. Later.
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Even so, I'll take it. Hoping for more.
I ended up doing normal morning stuff first then getting bedding changed, the bed made, and laundry started. While I haven't started in on the dishes, I set them to soak then drained and refreshed the soak... tomato and meat require more soap than one soak offers, to my demands. Clean isn't greasy.
My hands have improved. Rubber gloves, talcum powder, and aloe vera lotion for the initial stages. It's both the heat, the water, chemicals, and then the cold. Oh, I went from Gold Bond to generic baby powder. I went from paying $6 to $10 a bottle to $20 or less for 48 bottles, same amount per. I can handle the baby smell. I use the stuff on my feet, along with foot spray. My feet don't smell funny anymore, or itch or burn. My routine works.
Hmm? I don't know. I am hoping to reduce boxes and hit the kitchen. After a break, if I can. I am happy with where things are, in the day and along the list. If I didn't do more, so long as I didn't add to the mess, I'd be good. But, as we all know... deceiving. I plan on making a mess, sourdough pancakes. More, doing more isn't, for some of us, a choice. Either I can or I cannot. If I can, it isn't that I am compelled, it is that I simply will do it. No real choice.
Ugh. I think I hit a wall. I'll probably get better or nap. Hmm, food might help. Later.
It must be colder.
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The faucet of melt has been stoppered. No puddles or dark areas. Worth the trade for sunshine, at least for us cave dwellers. Up rather late, but to bed late. Is my day slipping or was that a fluke? I am tagging that as an outlier. To attempt to craft it so I will need to attend work earlier, if possible. Don't you love advice you know but can't follow? Worse when you are your own adviser.
I've hit the growy things. I still don't understand why my sourdough smells like bubblegum? Yes. Both Doom and what is now being called Spawn of Doom, since I am not sure these things have sexes or parents in the old way... or if you are falsely sure of evolution (because they told you? really? how much other settled science do you believe?) the new way, smell very sweet. The Neighbor Mrs.'s sourdough smells as I would expect. I have used mine, to exceptional effect. So it does work. And other than sugar added at it's creation, inception..?, I haven't added anything but flour and water.
Oh, on that note? I honestly am doubting if it matters which wheat is used in the feeding of sourdough. At least for leavening. Perhaps it will have an effect on carbs, glutton level and type. As I indicated, my sourdoughs smell the same. The flour used doesn't change anything.
Oh, the bed and laundry, plus feeding... not that. I had been feeding the girls canned food twice a day. A gift for having run out for about a week. What happens if I feed them twice a day for two long is they start vomitting... a lot. So, as a treat for a day to a week, then back to once a day. On feast days, celebrations, holidays, they eat extra too. If they have more feast days than I do. I don't, can't always, feast on such occasions. Anyway.
Oh, I set up a hot soapy soak for the dishes. I'll look around for a smaller bottle scrubber. I may not have one for these types of bottles, if hot water could do, for now. I'd really like a brush that would go to the bottom and get the sides. I have looked, haven't found, yet... to my knowledge. It's difficult to gauge things on amazon.
The bed shortly, laundry, then the kitchen. Later.
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The faucet of melt has been stoppered. No puddles or dark areas. Worth the trade for sunshine, at least for us cave dwellers. Up rather late, but to bed late. Is my day slipping or was that a fluke? I am tagging that as an outlier. To attempt to craft it so I will need to attend work earlier, if possible. Don't you love advice you know but can't follow? Worse when you are your own adviser.
I've hit the growy things. I still don't understand why my sourdough smells like bubblegum? Yes. Both Doom and what is now being called Spawn of Doom, since I am not sure these things have sexes or parents in the old way... or if you are falsely sure of evolution (because they told you? really? how much other settled science do you believe?) the new way, smell very sweet. The Neighbor Mrs.'s sourdough smells as I would expect. I have used mine, to exceptional effect. So it does work. And other than sugar added at it's creation, inception..?, I haven't added anything but flour and water.
Oh, on that note? I honestly am doubting if it matters which wheat is used in the feeding of sourdough. At least for leavening. Perhaps it will have an effect on carbs, glutton level and type. As I indicated, my sourdoughs smell the same. The flour used doesn't change anything.
Oh, the bed and laundry, plus feeding... not that. I had been feeding the girls canned food twice a day. A gift for having run out for about a week. What happens if I feed them twice a day for two long is they start vomitting... a lot. So, as a treat for a day to a week, then back to once a day. On feast days, celebrations, holidays, they eat extra too. If they have more feast days than I do. I don't, can't always, feast on such occasions. Anyway.
Oh, I set up a hot soapy soak for the dishes. I'll look around for a smaller bottle scrubber. I may not have one for these types of bottles, if hot water could do, for now. I'd really like a brush that would go to the bottom and get the sides. I have looked, haven't found, yet... to my knowledge. It's difficult to gauge things on amazon.
The bed shortly, laundry, then the kitchen. Later.
More than expected.
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Most of the dishes. I didn't get to the bottles and missed some pots and pans. Ran two loads through two fresh water pans... I use mini tubs in the sinks. Prevents overflow and has other purposes. Then I set up sunflower seeds just for an overnight soak, then changed out the kefir water, this time adding sugar to the second ferment jars. Not in bottles, just in mason jars for now. Also stirred the sourdoughs. Yeah.
Took too long to start, then I just didn't have much to put in. All good. The sink is clear, tea is going, the grow stuff has been tended, and other things. I should be ready to hit it again tomorrow. Ugh, need to change bedding. Should be easy if I can hit it before I really wake, and just throw that in with other laundry. We'll see.
I might really tear into the kitchen tomorrow. I would really like to get back to cooking and baking, it's a strong incentive. Hmm, I wonder about sourdough pancakes or waffles. Probably an overnight thing and I am finished for the night. Soon. Einkorn is on the way, twenty pounds. Yeah.
Not bad for being mostly dead. Not great or even good. Just not bad with the givens.
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Most of the dishes. I didn't get to the bottles and missed some pots and pans. Ran two loads through two fresh water pans... I use mini tubs in the sinks. Prevents overflow and has other purposes. Then I set up sunflower seeds just for an overnight soak, then changed out the kefir water, this time adding sugar to the second ferment jars. Not in bottles, just in mason jars for now. Also stirred the sourdoughs. Yeah.
Took too long to start, then I just didn't have much to put in. All good. The sink is clear, tea is going, the grow stuff has been tended, and other things. I should be ready to hit it again tomorrow. Ugh, need to change bedding. Should be easy if I can hit it before I really wake, and just throw that in with other laundry. We'll see.
I might really tear into the kitchen tomorrow. I would really like to get back to cooking and baking, it's a strong incentive. Hmm, I wonder about sourdough pancakes or waffles. Probably an overnight thing and I am finished for the night. Soon. Einkorn is on the way, twenty pounds. Yeah.
Not bad for being mostly dead. Not great or even good. Just not bad with the givens.
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Back to it? Maybe.
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So many things piled up. I couldn't just do them. Appointments, paperwork, approvals, rescheduling, over and over. I miss much of the mail. So many fake trees to try to see the forest through. If too I am simply too tired to see straight enough to make sense of the nonsense so don't bother trying. Still, I'll keep at it. One more appointment and things should be clear. For a while.
I am still tired. But I want to get to things. If I can catch up on dishes, set up all the grow carp, and take care of boxes tonight, I'd be really happy. I won't do any more cooking, the experimental type, until the kitchen is completely up to specs. That will take a few days. The bathroom as well, if that will be easy. With the bathroom not doubling as the kitchen sink, the toilet is the hardest work, and that is easy. If I can do the list tonight I'll be well on my way.
Two things, it is hoped, will also be arranged tonight. I have learned several things about my food hobbies. First, to get kefir water to fizz, a second ferment, [adding sugar], is what is required. Most hide that step, adding sugar. I have flip top bottles in for that, if, of course, they have to be washed first. The other thing is soaking sunflower seeds to begin sprouting those correctly. This time probably a day, perhaps dehydrating them tomorrow evening... if they sprout. The first batch is okay, just a bit waterlogged. They just wouldn't dry, if they are tasty.
Life might be a bit too much. My system may be a bit anemic. No one seems to want to play nice or fair, if honestly it... trust me, it works out. I try not to get too grumpy.
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So many things piled up. I couldn't just do them. Appointments, paperwork, approvals, rescheduling, over and over. I miss much of the mail. So many fake trees to try to see the forest through. If too I am simply too tired to see straight enough to make sense of the nonsense so don't bother trying. Still, I'll keep at it. One more appointment and things should be clear. For a while.
I am still tired. But I want to get to things. If I can catch up on dishes, set up all the grow carp, and take care of boxes tonight, I'd be really happy. I won't do any more cooking, the experimental type, until the kitchen is completely up to specs. That will take a few days. The bathroom as well, if that will be easy. With the bathroom not doubling as the kitchen sink, the toilet is the hardest work, and that is easy. If I can do the list tonight I'll be well on my way.
Two things, it is hoped, will also be arranged tonight. I have learned several things about my food hobbies. First, to get kefir water to fizz, a second ferment, [adding sugar], is what is required. Most hide that step, adding sugar. I have flip top bottles in for that, if, of course, they have to be washed first. The other thing is soaking sunflower seeds to begin sprouting those correctly. This time probably a day, perhaps dehydrating them tomorrow evening... if they sprout. The first batch is okay, just a bit waterlogged. They just wouldn't dry, if they are tasty.
Life might be a bit too much. My system may be a bit anemic. No one seems to want to play nice or fair, if honestly it... trust me, it works out. I try not to get too grumpy.
Paperwork.
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Lots of it. Refinancing to a flat interest rate. But there were problems. For one, taxes. I am exempt. They were built in. Second, insurance. I thought I was paying that myself. I know I was. Turns out they stealth took it over. Not cool. Working on it. Amazing how everybody knew everything but me. Handling other people's money, one way or another, always goes south. Which is why bankers and insurers sneak it in. I'll get that fixed. Even if it doesn't cost me, there are a lot of problems with such actions.
I asked the notary if anyone really knows what is in the paperwork. Her eyes glazed over and she just went back to work. Paperwork isn't my forte. Keeping track of changes isn't either. To be fair they flood my post box with junk mail so the chances of missing something important are high. I probably get fifteen pieces of mail from them a month, or more. Most months all pieces are junk. Random mailings sent by quota workers. I actually received eight calls to confirm today's appointment, which I ignored because I confirmed with the notary herself Friday. Pests.
I did check on one potential problem which turned out to not be an issue. I made two calls, one uselessly, the other to a named mob:p Just to clear that issue and give a call back number for other issues pending. This stuff could make the head explode!
Hungry. Spaghetti and meat sauce? Sure, carbs. But I have learned to cook just portions, not whole batches. Yeah, it makes a difference. I have enough bread to make garlic bread. Yeah, doubling carbs but shush. I am seriously hungry.
Later.
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Lots of it. Refinancing to a flat interest rate. But there were problems. For one, taxes. I am exempt. They were built in. Second, insurance. I thought I was paying that myself. I know I was. Turns out they stealth took it over. Not cool. Working on it. Amazing how everybody knew everything but me. Handling other people's money, one way or another, always goes south. Which is why bankers and insurers sneak it in. I'll get that fixed. Even if it doesn't cost me, there are a lot of problems with such actions.
I asked the notary if anyone really knows what is in the paperwork. Her eyes glazed over and she just went back to work. Paperwork isn't my forte. Keeping track of changes isn't either. To be fair they flood my post box with junk mail so the chances of missing something important are high. I probably get fifteen pieces of mail from them a month, or more. Most months all pieces are junk. Random mailings sent by quota workers. I actually received eight calls to confirm today's appointment, which I ignored because I confirmed with the notary herself Friday. Pests.
I did check on one potential problem which turned out to not be an issue. I made two calls, one uselessly, the other to a named mob:p Just to clear that issue and give a call back number for other issues pending. This stuff could make the head explode!
Hungry. Spaghetti and meat sauce? Sure, carbs. But I have learned to cook just portions, not whole batches. Yeah, it makes a difference. I have enough bread to make garlic bread. Yeah, doubling carbs but shush. I am seriously hungry.
Later.
Another dark day.
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Fresh snow, which brightens the world a few notches. Not enough snow to plow. I normally wouldn't bother with this spit of snow, especially since I am going nowhere. I have a business visitor and perhaps packages arriving. I try to make sure folk can get in without fuss or worry. Even if I could hate someone, I wouldn't want to see them hurt. While, therefore no less or more strangers or friends. If we go to war? I won't make any attempt to hurt anyone, as a general rule. If I do my job, no one in my sights, will feel much or for long. I aim to please. So, I'll get out with shovel and salt.
Actually down a bit after 22:00, awake at a bit after 8:00. Pulling out of bed was difficult. Pain this morning, if the real impediment to rising is the cold and dark. Oh, I best straighten a bit in the front room. Doesn't need much, nor is there time to do it all. Boxes, a quick sweep, chairs arranged, little things.
Snow first, then a shower, and finally the front room. After the dailies. Later.
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Not enough snow (or left) to scoop. Enough to potentially hide ice. The fix? An obvious strong sprinkling of salt. That will, it is hoped, allay fears of the unknown. What can be done has been done.
As to sunflower seed sprouting? They... won't green. Okay. So, after a bit of foolishness, if no help from the Internet was forthcoming, I pulled my head out of my ask me later, then formulated the solution set. Sprout until they just sprout, drain, spreed on a cookie sheet, salt or not, then dry out (dehydrator would work). Rather tasty with or without salt. Good simply, in salads, or other recipes.
The rest of my dailies, mostly, are done. Now for a shower and the front room, and painkillers.
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Fresh snow, which brightens the world a few notches. Not enough snow to plow. I normally wouldn't bother with this spit of snow, especially since I am going nowhere. I have a business visitor and perhaps packages arriving. I try to make sure folk can get in without fuss or worry. Even if I could hate someone, I wouldn't want to see them hurt. While, therefore no less or more strangers or friends. If we go to war? I won't make any attempt to hurt anyone, as a general rule. If I do my job, no one in my sights, will feel much or for long. I aim to please. So, I'll get out with shovel and salt.
Actually down a bit after 22:00, awake at a bit after 8:00. Pulling out of bed was difficult. Pain this morning, if the real impediment to rising is the cold and dark. Oh, I best straighten a bit in the front room. Doesn't need much, nor is there time to do it all. Boxes, a quick sweep, chairs arranged, little things.
Snow first, then a shower, and finally the front room. After the dailies. Later.
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Not enough snow (or left) to scoop. Enough to potentially hide ice. The fix? An obvious strong sprinkling of salt. That will, it is hoped, allay fears of the unknown. What can be done has been done.
As to sunflower seed sprouting? They... won't green. Okay. So, after a bit of foolishness, if no help from the Internet was forthcoming, I pulled my head out of my ask me later, then formulated the solution set. Sprout until they just sprout, drain, spreed on a cookie sheet, salt or not, then dry out (dehydrator would work). Rather tasty with or without salt. Good simply, in salads, or other recipes.
The rest of my dailies, mostly, are done. Now for a shower and the front room, and painkillers.
Monday, February 26, 2018
Just about time.
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Bedtime. For having done so little I am tired. I needed rest, and took it.
Souffles, soon, again. Just to hammer them home. Bread again sometime in the next few days. Perhaps custard? Sure thinking about it. Souffle is too delicate to gift, but custard can handle transport. Plus it helps while learning one of the lines of sauces in French cooking. Yeah, still on about that, and getting back to it. If you know sauces you can sell shoeleather dinners at a healthy profit. Just a note about the reason. One of them.
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Bedtime. For having done so little I am tired. I needed rest, and took it.
Souffles, soon, again. Just to hammer them home. Bread again sometime in the next few days. Perhaps custard? Sure thinking about it. Souffle is too delicate to gift, but custard can handle transport. Plus it helps while learning one of the lines of sauces in French cooking. Yeah, still on about that, and getting back to it. If you know sauces you can sell shoeleather dinners at a healthy profit. Just a note about the reason. One of them.
A day of resting.
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Just because? No. I did too much while too tired. I didn't break anything, if everything was stretched. All good. It does a body good. Even the dead should dance from time to time. The bread, and other mild efforts, haven't been a problem. Actually those have helped. Good food should help in recovery.
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Just because? No. I did too much while too tired. I didn't break anything, if everything was stretched. All good. It does a body good. Even the dead should dance from time to time. The bread, and other mild efforts, haven't been a problem. Actually those have helped. Good food should help in recovery.
Bread.
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I wasn't expecting much. I was using a no-knead minimalist blend of recipes. I was using, if home ground and spelt, a whole grain flour. Then I was using an untried leavening substance. With all the givens I was expecting a sour brick, especially with such a long ferment. Well, and so many seem to end with bricks of bread, a common noob whine.
I though about letting it cool longer. Meh. I like it a little warm. I had forgotten to put butter out last night, but remembered this morning, as the loaf was being deposited. That worked just right. I sliced an end piece and one interior piece, buttered them, then let them work together for a bit. Finally, it was time.
Okay. I think I could learn to like that. Sour? No, actually sweet. Mildly sweet, like sweeter squash? I think so. It didn't rise much, didn't seem to rise by appearances, and yet? It tasted, texture-wise, more like... cake? Really? Really. I... am almost speechless. It is far more than I would have expected, more so for so little work put in. I didn't even grease or butter the dutch oven, I used parchment paper... which limited the heat... it can only handle 420 F, and I like margins so went with 400. Curious about characteristics when room temp. Definitely happy with the first showing.
The next loaf will be regular whole wheat, if ground at home, with sour dough. No-knead, all as before, except the type of wheat. As well as this went, I may hit sprouted spelt next week. Success feeds success, assuming I can. I am surprised at what I have been getting away with. Hell, it's like I am almost alive again. Later.
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The bread is still quite good at room temp. Not sure how long this bread lasts, or how to store it. I'll look around... after another slice and a nap.
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I wasn't expecting much. I was using a no-knead minimalist blend of recipes. I was using, if home ground and spelt, a whole grain flour. Then I was using an untried leavening substance. With all the givens I was expecting a sour brick, especially with such a long ferment. Well, and so many seem to end with bricks of bread, a common noob whine.
I though about letting it cool longer. Meh. I like it a little warm. I had forgotten to put butter out last night, but remembered this morning, as the loaf was being deposited. That worked just right. I sliced an end piece and one interior piece, buttered them, then let them work together for a bit. Finally, it was time.
Okay. I think I could learn to like that. Sour? No, actually sweet. Mildly sweet, like sweeter squash? I think so. It didn't rise much, didn't seem to rise by appearances, and yet? It tasted, texture-wise, more like... cake? Really? Really. I... am almost speechless. It is far more than I would have expected, more so for so little work put in. I didn't even grease or butter the dutch oven, I used parchment paper... which limited the heat... it can only handle 420 F, and I like margins so went with 400. Curious about characteristics when room temp. Definitely happy with the first showing.
The next loaf will be regular whole wheat, if ground at home, with sour dough. No-knead, all as before, except the type of wheat. As well as this went, I may hit sprouted spelt next week. Success feeds success, assuming I can. I am surprised at what I have been getting away with. Hell, it's like I am almost alive again. Later.
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The bread is still quite good at room temp. Not sure how long this bread lasts, or how to store it. I'll look around... after another slice and a nap.
Already up and at it for an hour.
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Woke at 7:30, went to sleep at about 20:30. A long sleep. Given health and level of activity, plus that after a sunny day we are back to darkness? Fine. Of course, messing with kefirs, then feeding sourdoughs, messing with the bread dough and getting the dutch oven ready to go. It is all started. Then, without thinking, I cooked the oatmeal. I just won't have a slice of fresh bread with it. Oh, and sprouts were watered, drained, and set to catch what sun is available. The sunflower seeds have sprouted. They are okay, if I am hoping for more? Might dehydrate some, some salted some not.
As to timing the bread, I am winging it. I have some rough expectations, a set of for altitude, a slight adjustment in mind for such a wet dough, if the truth is I'll be engineering it. I'll give it a rough minimum to just bake, then check every five or ten, deciding when to remove the lid. I doubt if there will be an exact time, probably ever. Less so until I decide on a precise recipe(s) and get good at following.
I love the oatmeal done this way. It doesn't just sit there in the pit of my stomach like a brick. It mingles well, spends just enough time to not become a bother, then moves on. If I am going to eat such food, which I am, then I'll do it as right as possible. Though the real truth? Eating the old ways is just a hobby. I'm not a believer. Nor, completely, a disbeliever. At my health it actually doesn't matter, mostly.
I've been doing a lot of talking in my sleep. Laughing too. It is weird to startle awake because of the proximity of a voice while still finishing a sentence out of my own mouth, or still laughing about God only knows. At least it isn't a fright. Oddly, I don't recognize the voice, even while waking to it... well, it is familiar. I just don't know who it is, was, or will be? Yeah. Kewl. None of my affair. Good for chuckling when I wake.
Later.
.
Woke at 7:30, went to sleep at about 20:30. A long sleep. Given health and level of activity, plus that after a sunny day we are back to darkness? Fine. Of course, messing with kefirs, then feeding sourdoughs, messing with the bread dough and getting the dutch oven ready to go. It is all started. Then, without thinking, I cooked the oatmeal. I just won't have a slice of fresh bread with it. Oh, and sprouts were watered, drained, and set to catch what sun is available. The sunflower seeds have sprouted. They are okay, if I am hoping for more? Might dehydrate some, some salted some not.
As to timing the bread, I am winging it. I have some rough expectations, a set of for altitude, a slight adjustment in mind for such a wet dough, if the truth is I'll be engineering it. I'll give it a rough minimum to just bake, then check every five or ten, deciding when to remove the lid. I doubt if there will be an exact time, probably ever. Less so until I decide on a precise recipe(s) and get good at following.
I love the oatmeal done this way. It doesn't just sit there in the pit of my stomach like a brick. It mingles well, spends just enough time to not become a bother, then moves on. If I am going to eat such food, which I am, then I'll do it as right as possible. Though the real truth? Eating the old ways is just a hobby. I'm not a believer. Nor, completely, a disbeliever. At my health it actually doesn't matter, mostly.
I've been doing a lot of talking in my sleep. Laughing too. It is weird to startle awake because of the proximity of a voice while still finishing a sentence out of my own mouth, or still laughing about God only knows. At least it isn't a fright. Oddly, I don't recognize the voice, even while waking to it... well, it is familiar. I just don't know who it is, was, or will be? Yeah. Kewl. None of my affair. Good for chuckling when I wake.
Later.
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Bread? Why not.
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I have viewed many recipes. Some suggest... well... all sorts of things. Sugar, honey, salt, none of those, three hours rise, eleven hours then adding more flour and starter and giving it four more hours, and much else with massive more or less. Baking times and temps? Yeah. Lots of crazy out there. Someone must be right.
I went with a couple of no-knead recipes, using bits of each. Sugar added, as a boost to starter action, eleven hours, but no additional flour and water, or rise time. This and that, back and forth. It is in the (cool) oven. I was hoping the light would work for heat. Nope. So I'll pull it and turn the furnace up a bit tonight. The cold may be what is hampering my kefir water too.
I went with spelt flour this time. Regular (whole wheat but ground at home, so fresh) flour next. Perhaps a mix if those are a bit wicked, dense. Though... maybe just more work, other recipes. The thing is to get away from standard wheat. It should take about forty minutes to cook and another twenty to cool. Hmm, best put butter out tonight. I hate trying to scrape cold butter even on warm bread. Ah, and I am using whey to soak oatmeal, along with mostly water. Toast with breakfast would be good. I am curious if I'll get that normal rush with bread.
Good night.
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I have viewed many recipes. Some suggest... well... all sorts of things. Sugar, honey, salt, none of those, three hours rise, eleven hours then adding more flour and starter and giving it four more hours, and much else with massive more or less. Baking times and temps? Yeah. Lots of crazy out there. Someone must be right.
I went with a couple of no-knead recipes, using bits of each. Sugar added, as a boost to starter action, eleven hours, but no additional flour and water, or rise time. This and that, back and forth. It is in the (cool) oven. I was hoping the light would work for heat. Nope. So I'll pull it and turn the furnace up a bit tonight. The cold may be what is hampering my kefir water too.
I went with spelt flour this time. Regular (whole wheat but ground at home, so fresh) flour next. Perhaps a mix if those are a bit wicked, dense. Though... maybe just more work, other recipes. The thing is to get away from standard wheat. It should take about forty minutes to cook and another twenty to cool. Hmm, best put butter out tonight. I hate trying to scrape cold butter even on warm bread. Ah, and I am using whey to soak oatmeal, along with mostly water. Toast with breakfast would be good. I am curious if I'll get that normal rush with bread.
Good night.
Prepping?
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.
I get so far ahead I have to do overtime to... fall behind? I was wondering.
While doing many things, I was trying to remember what I had been doing for preparedness. Then I realized I was missing the forest for the trees. Almost everything I have been doing is prep based. Souffles? Goes to skills, learning to cook from scratch, and learning to just do. Certainly sourdoughs, breads, and grains. That will lead to a storage of grains I can use. Certainly skills.
Experimenting with sprouts, which offer greens in the winter. Sure, we have grocery stores now. If... how good are those greens as is? And, should you end up somewhere far from a store. Replacement seeds? Yeah. Though if sunflower seeds work, that would do. Plus getting used to such. Now I can grab a pinch of greens and munch... almost tasty... or, well, it is okay. Some more than others. And it packs well. You could grow this on a hike, in a clear(er) container attached to the outside of a pack.
Even the whey soaked food are in this right direction. I soaked rice in pure whey, thinking to test outer limits. It was rather good. It was more of a waste of whey than any over-souring of brown rice. And, yes, it is easier to digest. Not needed for me, but I do get more nutrition. Well, so goes the theory.
The point is, I am still, very much, prepping. It is fantastic fun at that. Oh, I'll never have it down. I think, when you realize you can never square it all, though? THEN you can truly begin to prepare. After all else, now taking stock, joining in, and settling in, is the thing to do. I am right where I need to be.
Later.
.
I get so far ahead I have to do overtime to... fall behind? I was wondering.
While doing many things, I was trying to remember what I had been doing for preparedness. Then I realized I was missing the forest for the trees. Almost everything I have been doing is prep based. Souffles? Goes to skills, learning to cook from scratch, and learning to just do. Certainly sourdoughs, breads, and grains. That will lead to a storage of grains I can use. Certainly skills.
Experimenting with sprouts, which offer greens in the winter. Sure, we have grocery stores now. If... how good are those greens as is? And, should you end up somewhere far from a store. Replacement seeds? Yeah. Though if sunflower seeds work, that would do. Plus getting used to such. Now I can grab a pinch of greens and munch... almost tasty... or, well, it is okay. Some more than others. And it packs well. You could grow this on a hike, in a clear(er) container attached to the outside of a pack.
Even the whey soaked food are in this right direction. I soaked rice in pure whey, thinking to test outer limits. It was rather good. It was more of a waste of whey than any over-souring of brown rice. And, yes, it is easier to digest. Not needed for me, but I do get more nutrition. Well, so goes the theory.
The point is, I am still, very much, prepping. It is fantastic fun at that. Oh, I'll never have it down. I think, when you realize you can never square it all, though? THEN you can truly begin to prepare. After all else, now taking stock, joining in, and settling in, is the thing to do. I am right where I need to be.
Later.
First things first.
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.
I now have a list to do every morning. More now than always. Feeding the starter is a daily, but I will be backing that off. I am planning some baking this week. Probably regular wheat. And then another batch every few days until I have used down the sourdoughs, which will then be refrigerated and the spelt sourdough will be brought out and used down. Then einkorn, when that is ready. Some of what will be examined is sourness. Just how sour does it get, what can I handle, and what cuts carbs/sugars the most.
After starters, I then hit sprouts. Water, drain, then for the older bunches into as much sun as possible, hoping to green them up. Cheap greens, crunchy, and hobbyist thing for foodies. Goes exceptionally well on sandwiches. While at those I check the water kefir. Not much to do, just inspect. I'm letting this batch age more.
Next, cat litter and making the bed... if I remember. It's good to have things to do. As some things go away I will try to find some tasks to replace them. Cleaning, perhaps a weekly chart, with different things each day. If I do enough of them, a treat? If I miss, don't want to or can't do the task(s) one, day, have a two or three week rotation which means the task will come back up? Is such drudgery possible? Thinking on it.
At first I thought I had more spelt than regular wheat. Then I remembered the superpails. But I don't want to dig into those, as I won't be using regular wheat for long. Then again..? I am not sure I will keep spelt on hand if einkorn is half what they say. Though, maybe, for variety. You do realize you can grind these into mixes for hot cereals, right. And filling? These cereals will fill you, without weighing you you down, for half a day, stone solid work energy.
Right, best make the bed. Nothing like going to bed when it is made. Oh, the trash system is working extremely well. Every morning, or other, and every time something rough is tossed, a quick sacking often just grocery bags, it gets tied and set into the bigger bag. No smell and I don't have to run every such bag out. Might even, mostly, pas the mom test!
.
I now have a list to do every morning. More now than always. Feeding the starter is a daily, but I will be backing that off. I am planning some baking this week. Probably regular wheat. And then another batch every few days until I have used down the sourdoughs, which will then be refrigerated and the spelt sourdough will be brought out and used down. Then einkorn, when that is ready. Some of what will be examined is sourness. Just how sour does it get, what can I handle, and what cuts carbs/sugars the most.
After starters, I then hit sprouts. Water, drain, then for the older bunches into as much sun as possible, hoping to green them up. Cheap greens, crunchy, and hobbyist thing for foodies. Goes exceptionally well on sandwiches. While at those I check the water kefir. Not much to do, just inspect. I'm letting this batch age more.
Next, cat litter and making the bed... if I remember. It's good to have things to do. As some things go away I will try to find some tasks to replace them. Cleaning, perhaps a weekly chart, with different things each day. If I do enough of them, a treat? If I miss, don't want to or can't do the task(s) one, day, have a two or three week rotation which means the task will come back up? Is such drudgery possible? Thinking on it.
At first I thought I had more spelt than regular wheat. Then I remembered the superpails. But I don't want to dig into those, as I won't be using regular wheat for long. Then again..? I am not sure I will keep spelt on hand if einkorn is half what they say. Though, maybe, for variety. You do realize you can grind these into mixes for hot cereals, right. And filling? These cereals will fill you, without weighing you you down, for half a day, stone solid work energy.
Right, best make the bed. Nothing like going to bed when it is made. Oh, the trash system is working extremely well. Every morning, or other, and every time something rough is tossed, a quick sacking often just grocery bags, it gets tied and set into the bigger bag. No smell and I don't have to run every such bag out. Might even, mostly, pas the mom test!
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