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Or, rather, no focus. Just could not pull it together. Still, in the light dimly the efforts I could remember where completed. I only need to take medicine, then go to bed. Trash and recycling were set out, if it looks to be only a trash day. So only trash went to the curb. I checked on my fowl friends. It looks like another piece of wood has been removed? The ducks were calm, other than when I went in. The panel being worked is too solid, other than a few sliver pieces, to yielding. Glued, cross members glued, each panel and cross piece screwed with two wood screws as well. There are two crosspieces, and both crosspieces and panels are full length. Still, I worry. A bit.
Milk kefir went in. I now have mesh baskets, so as to keep the kefir colonies whole, inviolate. At least the larger part of it. I am hoping to see how well it really does multiply, and keep better track of the larger parts. I am excited to see if this really works. It should ease the process, no more rooting around, possibly tearing the colony apart. Plus, just maybe, that mongo cauliflower sprig sized colony!
A last meal, which was just supper revisited... beans, burger, corn chips, sour cream, and salsa. Plenty good, if probably a bit carby. Ugh.
Yes and know, for paperwork. I did the copy, in prep for filling the original. It... should work out, make it easier to fill out when time. The goal is to write a letter tomorrow, at the library so I can definitely print it. Then send it priority plus requiring a signature to receive. Can't play with these people. Ought to get letters to my congressman and senator. Not sure even Republicans care for us despicables anymore though. Still, it's what I can do.
I... did some other things? Anyway, nearly time to crash. I'll check meds first, then some music to... come down a bit first. Good night.
Monday, September 24, 2018
Sunday, September 23, 2018
An easy day.
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I fed the ducks twice. Checking their water, which remains plentiful if probably will need refilled... or exchanged and washed out... tomorrow first thing. Visited them about four times? I don't want them to only associate me with food. Three weeks, inside, to get used to their new home. I just talk with them, whistle a tune a bit, let them see and hear me.
I found a strange piece of wood detached from one of the windows. No bite or claw marks that I could see, on the piece or from the window. Not sure, but will be watching much more closely. Can't get a fenced run together this month. Perhaps not this year depending on other things. I would sure like to, especially after that. I just... don't like it.
I am brewing kefir water... bottled seven, reset the two half gallon jars. Three days and I'll reset the big jars, pour another halfish dozen pop-top jars, and refrigerate today's run, which should be ready two or three days later. Making healthy soda is a slow process. I'd like to get dairy kefir going again, maybe yet tonight. And sourdough again... though not that tonight... probably. Ugh.
I've not been doing well with medication. I've been missing days at a time. I have limits. Though my foster father often forgot his medication too. My foster mother really had to push, if even then... taking medicine is difficult. I am back on it. I keep it right here, but if travelling, pushing to get in town with things to do, or completely drained from such, it is easy to forget. Even without those things it can just get lost.
Ah, right, paperwork. Then trash, recycling, that out, kefir and sourdough, then to bed? I'll look the coop over while out. Good night.
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I fed the ducks twice. Checking their water, which remains plentiful if probably will need refilled... or exchanged and washed out... tomorrow first thing. Visited them about four times? I don't want them to only associate me with food. Three weeks, inside, to get used to their new home. I just talk with them, whistle a tune a bit, let them see and hear me.
I found a strange piece of wood detached from one of the windows. No bite or claw marks that I could see, on the piece or from the window. Not sure, but will be watching much more closely. Can't get a fenced run together this month. Perhaps not this year depending on other things. I would sure like to, especially after that. I just... don't like it.
I am brewing kefir water... bottled seven, reset the two half gallon jars. Three days and I'll reset the big jars, pour another halfish dozen pop-top jars, and refrigerate today's run, which should be ready two or three days later. Making healthy soda is a slow process. I'd like to get dairy kefir going again, maybe yet tonight. And sourdough again... though not that tonight... probably. Ugh.
I've not been doing well with medication. I've been missing days at a time. I have limits. Though my foster father often forgot his medication too. My foster mother really had to push, if even then... taking medicine is difficult. I am back on it. I keep it right here, but if travelling, pushing to get in town with things to do, or completely drained from such, it is easy to forget. Even without those things it can just get lost.
Ah, right, paperwork. Then trash, recycling, that out, kefir and sourdough, then to bed? I'll look the coop over while out. Good night.
So very late.
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To bed. Then to wake. It wasn't because of heavy work, hard work... maybe too many projects? The excitement, trepidation? Maybe. Like when learning to shift, keeping track of the feet, thus peddles, and stick, are clumsy as a system initially. I'll get over it. Need to feed the critters and open things up.
Trash, recycling at least out to the bin, and paperwork, beside feeding, is the plan for the day. I made three copies. I will fill out one copy, as practice and backup. Then I will hit the original, sending that tomorrow, with a requirement that someone in their office has to sign for it. I will also send letters to several politicians concerning the matter and continued harassment.
Other than that, maybe a shower, and possibly hitting the plants with diatomatious earth, that is all planned. I need a little down time. Then try to get back to things this week. The kitchen and bathroom are good. Still, want to finish them this week, paint a second coat on the roof accessible windows, build a front screen door for the coop... not sure about screening the windows to the coop? Since the can be solidly closed at night, not sure it is needed? I know nothing, if sort of like everybody else. *smile* Such really is life.
Later.
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To bed. Then to wake. It wasn't because of heavy work, hard work... maybe too many projects? The excitement, trepidation? Maybe. Like when learning to shift, keeping track of the feet, thus peddles, and stick, are clumsy as a system initially. I'll get over it. Need to feed the critters and open things up.
Trash, recycling at least out to the bin, and paperwork, beside feeding, is the plan for the day. I made three copies. I will fill out one copy, as practice and backup. Then I will hit the original, sending that tomorrow, with a requirement that someone in their office has to sign for it. I will also send letters to several politicians concerning the matter and continued harassment.
Other than that, maybe a shower, and possibly hitting the plants with diatomatious earth, that is all planned. I need a little down time. Then try to get back to things this week. The kitchen and bathroom are good. Still, want to finish them this week, paint a second coat on the roof accessible windows, build a front screen door for the coop... not sure about screening the windows to the coop? Since the can be solidly closed at night, not sure it is needed? I know nothing, if sort of like everybody else. *smile* Such really is life.
Later.
A twisting pirouette?
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I used this song so differently that when I saw it as a potential response I almost ignored. She uses it much more rightly, literally. As she would, if she did? Who ever knows. It... well... it is there, true, her, or not. Just a gaslighter, spoiler. Yeah, maybe. Well played either, any, way.
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I used this song so differently that when I saw it as a potential response I almost ignored. She uses it much more rightly, literally. As she would, if she did? Who ever knows. It... well... it is there, true, her, or not. Just a gaslighter, spoiler. Yeah, maybe. Well played either, any, way.
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Sweetcheeks was here.
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I actually thought I could smell her perfume earlier. No, not some manmade contrivance, she wore no such thing. She did have her own nutty, coffee, woman scent I always liked. Actually, I smelled it yesterday "morning", last night, and then again this morning. Initially I thought it might simply be my own mind. If it was, it created a response.
I also suspect Drambue may have been involved. And chocolate? Hmm. Yeah.
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I actually thought I could smell her perfume earlier. No, not some manmade contrivance, she wore no such thing. She did have her own nutty, coffee, woman scent I always liked. Actually, I smelled it yesterday "morning", last night, and then again this morning. Initially I thought it might simply be my own mind. If it was, it created a response.
I also suspect Drambue may have been involved. And chocolate? Hmm. Yeah.
Ladies and gentlemen...
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Let the quacking commence!
The ducks are home, their new home. I did go with two drakes. One of the two he liked best, of the three. A ton of questions, some offers of future trade and help, and good business. Paid and well. I hated to see the other fella go home alone. His fate is all but sealed. And his whole brood just went away. I know that well.
The watering system won approval. The smaller door too. The rest? We'll see how it works out. Watered, fed, nesting material in place, windows and the front, but not short door all open. Will close it all by 18:00... If that time will scale back with the shortening of the day. I'll just feed and check water when I feed the cats. Can't just say girls anymore.
Oh, I might have been talked into meat turkeys next year? We'll see. I sure miss turkey. Four would do me for the year, say six to eight meat ducks, and about twenty chickens. Though maybe a few extra for incidental attrition. And... they prefer breast, while I am all about hinders, love some of that dark meat. We may well trade portions. I'll keep some, and some whole, but two thirds would be parted and trading available.
The ducks seem rather relaxed, at least on their own. They still aren't sure about the ogre. I'll spend time with them, get them used to me. It'll work out. Have yet to see how the cats and ducks work things out. Should be fine.
Oh, as for cold brew coffee? Hells yea. Count me in. I used an half gallon jar this time. But mum sent two gallon jars she no longer uses. I'll just use one at a time, essentially. The other will be let fly when the first gets low. Hand ground in conical burr, very course... which also means no grinds broke containment. Yikes, was thinking I'd have to refilter. Nope! Later.
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Let the quacking commence!
The ducks are home, their new home. I did go with two drakes. One of the two he liked best, of the three. A ton of questions, some offers of future trade and help, and good business. Paid and well. I hated to see the other fella go home alone. His fate is all but sealed. And his whole brood just went away. I know that well.
The watering system won approval. The smaller door too. The rest? We'll see how it works out. Watered, fed, nesting material in place, windows and the front, but not short door all open. Will close it all by 18:00... If that time will scale back with the shortening of the day. I'll just feed and check water when I feed the cats. Can't just say girls anymore.
Oh, I might have been talked into meat turkeys next year? We'll see. I sure miss turkey. Four would do me for the year, say six to eight meat ducks, and about twenty chickens. Though maybe a few extra for incidental attrition. And... they prefer breast, while I am all about hinders, love some of that dark meat. We may well trade portions. I'll keep some, and some whole, but two thirds would be parted and trading available.
The ducks seem rather relaxed, at least on their own. They still aren't sure about the ogre. I'll spend time with them, get them used to me. It'll work out. Have yet to see how the cats and ducks work things out. Should be fine.
Oh, as for cold brew coffee? Hells yea. Count me in. I used an half gallon jar this time. But mum sent two gallon jars she no longer uses. I'll just use one at a time, essentially. The other will be let fly when the first gets low. Hand ground in conical burr, very course... which also means no grinds broke containment. Yikes, was thinking I'd have to refilter. Nope! Later.
Awake.
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Shouldn't be. Shouldn't be. I am sure something woke me. Heart wasn't racing, just unnaturally wakened. It is what it is.
I am working on cold brew coffee. Not sure if it really works. It has to run until either 13:10 or 15:10... I wrote the time on tape I then put on the lid as I knew I would forget. So tea this morning. One really good thing about cold brew is that I will have a goodly amount on hand, as it lasts for weeks (or so it is told). So that I won't feel compelled to drink a whole or even half pot in a day or two... brewed coffee gets too gnarly for even me in a few days, refrigerated or not.
I'd like to do that with tea, but I drink too much of that for a sixteen hour brewing cycle. It's difficult enough to keep up. As is I keep three half gallon jugs of the stuff, plus one in the repurposed coffee pot. As soon as I burn through one jug, I start over immediately. I am down to one and an half to two gallons a day, as the weather cools. Still, that is making three to four pots a day. I... might try a pot of cold brewed tea, just to see. Though I fear leaf tea usage might increase too terribly... not sure it is as reusable that way.
Tea sounds good. And meds. Later.
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Shouldn't be. Shouldn't be. I am sure something woke me. Heart wasn't racing, just unnaturally wakened. It is what it is.
I am working on cold brew coffee. Not sure if it really works. It has to run until either 13:10 or 15:10... I wrote the time on tape I then put on the lid as I knew I would forget. So tea this morning. One really good thing about cold brew is that I will have a goodly amount on hand, as it lasts for weeks (or so it is told). So that I won't feel compelled to drink a whole or even half pot in a day or two... brewed coffee gets too gnarly for even me in a few days, refrigerated or not.
I'd like to do that with tea, but I drink too much of that for a sixteen hour brewing cycle. It's difficult enough to keep up. As is I keep three half gallon jugs of the stuff, plus one in the repurposed coffee pot. As soon as I burn through one jug, I start over immediately. I am down to one and an half to two gallons a day, as the weather cools. Still, that is making three to four pots a day. I... might try a pot of cold brewed tea, just to see. Though I fear leaf tea usage might increase too terribly... not sure it is as reusable that way.
Tea sounds good. And meds. Later.
Friday, September 21, 2018
In a word?
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Everything. Plus. Had to drop coin, which is becoming sparse. Had to spend on variations, in case. Could be returned if they don't work out. I set up the sprinklers for tonight. I also need to clean the coop. Not for a bit though, several hours down first. I remembered cash, too, for milk... late on that... plus for ducks and feed.
Pleased. Broke, or closer than years, but... one small potential step closer to self sufficiency. Next year, or the next, meat birds... perhaps. Though not flocked, just a seasonal brood. At least to start. Chickens are probably easier to butcher, if I do hope to get to raising meat ducks. I will keep the flocks separate, or at least meat from egg. Perhaps three of them. Only four ducks, and perhaps eight hens (hens for meat, or roosters? or does it matter... ducks or chickens?).
A strange little life. It is what I have left. Later.
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A bit dark, but I got the coop ready. If I wake early enough, perhaps more work in the morning. I am excited and nervous. I need to tie the feeding and watering to that of the girls. No cats have been starved in the writing of this blog. Still, it's different. Outside, in all weather, trying to keep fresh water? Yeah.
Only four hens, it turns out. I'm just not sure if two drakes is one too many. I may take two and hope. If he raises more I would like to get two more hens. Only another drake if I get more, but have to cull one I get now. I'll just have duck breast dinner. And, really, if I don't, he might have to anyway. This would at least offer another drake a shot at life. Plus, one drake to four hens and he might end up daffy.
The lawn has been watered, and the sideyard, with the veggies, is being hit. I have found a setting on the variable sprinkler that works.
Later. Perhaps good night.
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Everything. Plus. Had to drop coin, which is becoming sparse. Had to spend on variations, in case. Could be returned if they don't work out. I set up the sprinklers for tonight. I also need to clean the coop. Not for a bit though, several hours down first. I remembered cash, too, for milk... late on that... plus for ducks and feed.
Pleased. Broke, or closer than years, but... one small potential step closer to self sufficiency. Next year, or the next, meat birds... perhaps. Though not flocked, just a seasonal brood. At least to start. Chickens are probably easier to butcher, if I do hope to get to raising meat ducks. I will keep the flocks separate, or at least meat from egg. Perhaps three of them. Only four ducks, and perhaps eight hens (hens for meat, or roosters? or does it matter... ducks or chickens?).
A strange little life. It is what I have left. Later.
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A bit dark, but I got the coop ready. If I wake early enough, perhaps more work in the morning. I am excited and nervous. I need to tie the feeding and watering to that of the girls. No cats have been starved in the writing of this blog. Still, it's different. Outside, in all weather, trying to keep fresh water? Yeah.
Only four hens, it turns out. I'm just not sure if two drakes is one too many. I may take two and hope. If he raises more I would like to get two more hens. Only another drake if I get more, but have to cull one I get now. I'll just have duck breast dinner. And, really, if I don't, he might have to anyway. This would at least offer another drake a shot at life. Plus, one drake to four hens and he might end up daffy.
The lawn has been watered, and the sideyard, with the veggies, is being hit. I have found a setting on the variable sprinkler that works.
Later. Perhaps good night.
Time to go.
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I'm not sure I can get everything done in town I wish, need, to do. Today. What has to happen is a watering trough, deep enough for them to clean their bills, shallow enough for them to enter and exit, perhaps with a minor ramp or stones around. As well, copies of some blank paperwork. Groceries, registration, and such, are if I can.
Blood sugar is odd. It was 150 after dinner last night, 250 this morning. I ate nothing, drinking only tea, taking care with the artificial sweetener. Three to five drops for between a quart and two. I really... Yeah, I have some guesses as to maybe why. I'll... do some checking, figure it out. Might come down to dehydration of the fluid sweetener.
Being shaved and clean is good. It's been a bit. I'll keep at things, see what else can be done. I need to clean the coop yet, and water the lawn. Just a short run, tonight or tomorrow. Maybe sprinkle grass seed. Later.
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I'm not sure I can get everything done in town I wish, need, to do. Today. What has to happen is a watering trough, deep enough for them to clean their bills, shallow enough for them to enter and exit, perhaps with a minor ramp or stones around. As well, copies of some blank paperwork. Groceries, registration, and such, are if I can.
Blood sugar is odd. It was 150 after dinner last night, 250 this morning. I ate nothing, drinking only tea, taking care with the artificial sweetener. Three to five drops for between a quart and two. I really... Yeah, I have some guesses as to maybe why. I'll... do some checking, figure it out. Might come down to dehydration of the fluid sweetener.
Being shaved and clean is good. It's been a bit. I'll keep at things, see what else can be done. I need to clean the coop yet, and water the lawn. Just a short run, tonight or tomorrow. Maybe sprinkle grass seed. Later.
I kept waiting.
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The idea was that I would post as soon as I did something, some project or chore. Which, technically, if negatively, is exactly what I did. As I did nothing. Couldn't. I must simply have worn myself out. Good, but not when I have a pile of things needing done. It was as it was.
I was hoping to get to the post today. Wasn't sure that was possible. Would have to be awake before noon. My days are flipping. No real control. I speculated, if I could rise early enough, but not in time to shower, I would go as is. I did wake in time to shower and shave, with time to spare. Ugh but life can be murder sometimes.
Still tired and sore, if stiffness has passed. Only two out of three, but that will serve it's humbling service. I have other tasks, if the coop and a water trough, so also grocery shopping since I have to be there, are priorities. Oh, and registration. Anything else will be as it may. Grass seed would be good, if I'll have to water more regularly for the short time left... more lightly in with the weakening sun.
The SS paperwork is in. I'll have it ready by Monday, if I need copies, both pre and post being filled out. This time registered post, where I can track and someone has to sign. I'm dealing with American haters working in the government. Not sure even that will do. Later.
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The idea was that I would post as soon as I did something, some project or chore. Which, technically, if negatively, is exactly what I did. As I did nothing. Couldn't. I must simply have worn myself out. Good, but not when I have a pile of things needing done. It was as it was.
I was hoping to get to the post today. Wasn't sure that was possible. Would have to be awake before noon. My days are flipping. No real control. I speculated, if I could rise early enough, but not in time to shower, I would go as is. I did wake in time to shower and shave, with time to spare. Ugh but life can be murder sometimes.
Still tired and sore, if stiffness has passed. Only two out of three, but that will serve it's humbling service. I have other tasks, if the coop and a water trough, so also grocery shopping since I have to be there, are priorities. Oh, and registration. Anything else will be as it may. Grass seed would be good, if I'll have to water more regularly for the short time left... more lightly in with the weakening sun.
The SS paperwork is in. I'll have it ready by Monday, if I need copies, both pre and post being filled out. This time registered post, where I can track and someone has to sign. I'm dealing with American haters working in the government. Not sure even that will do. Later.
Thursday, September 20, 2018
I worked it.
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Up late for it. Then couldn't turn the machine off until even later. It was past 3:00. How much later I can't know. The brain fused into a single fudgy ball of purple haze all along the watch tower. Waking at noon thirty, and grateful for it. Not feeling bad in the way I had been, mostly. Though that may just be the new pains masking the old. Stiff from that much activity, sore from sleeping so soundly. All good. Even if the new pain is enough to mask the old, novelty wins the day! At this time it seems I am to suffer. Variation is the spice of life, even in my world of pain. Or... hot diggity dog!
Today? Today!?! You bastard! I barely crawl out of my grave and... talk about beating a dead horse! *grins* A gas, all of it. Uhrm, right. Seriously, today, shower and shave, cleaning the inside of the coop. Setting up the nests a bit, a bill to be paid, and maybe a trip to town. Some minor shopping, grocery and cat treats. Oh... registration, if... not that today. Gah! It's stupid, waking at noon. Half the day is gone. Ugh!
Well, perhaps a bite? No, not yet. I have to wake a bit . Stiff, sore. I think I've been wrung through an American coffee press. More filter, done correctly, which it was, more slowly and grueling of a process. Still? Amen. I do it as often as I can, if that doesn't mean much. Then again, when I am not doing it to myself, my health is. Just deserts? Later.
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Up late for it. Then couldn't turn the machine off until even later. It was past 3:00. How much later I can't know. The brain fused into a single fudgy ball of purple haze all along the watch tower. Waking at noon thirty, and grateful for it. Not feeling bad in the way I had been, mostly. Though that may just be the new pains masking the old. Stiff from that much activity, sore from sleeping so soundly. All good. Even if the new pain is enough to mask the old, novelty wins the day! At this time it seems I am to suffer. Variation is the spice of life, even in my world of pain. Or... hot diggity dog!
Today? Today!?! You bastard! I barely crawl out of my grave and... talk about beating a dead horse! *grins* A gas, all of it. Uhrm, right. Seriously, today, shower and shave, cleaning the inside of the coop. Setting up the nests a bit, a bill to be paid, and maybe a trip to town. Some minor shopping, grocery and cat treats. Oh... registration, if... not that today. Gah! It's stupid, waking at noon. Half the day is gone. Ugh!
Well, perhaps a bite? No, not yet. I have to wake a bit . Stiff, sore. I think I've been wrung through an American coffee press. More filter, done correctly, which it was, more slowly and grueling of a process. Still? Amen. I do it as often as I can, if that doesn't mean much. Then again, when I am not doing it to myself, my health is. Just deserts? Later.
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Yeah, not bad.
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Dinner was excellent. I did end up brining the pork as well as the chicken, for at least an hour. It took a goodly longer time to finish, but offered more time to dither as to when it was really done. The pork also took longer. May have overdone the pork. Chicken was as perfect, done inside, crispy out, as I can manage with those methods. Pork is tricky. Little fat in the meat, save for certain roasts.
I spoke with the duck man. Fowl man, as he has several flocks of various sorts. Anyway, Saturday, noonish, is the plan. They are still unsure about the sexes. If they make a mistake... too many drakes, one would have to be ended. Though too few drakes and the one would go daffy trying to ride the herd and guard it. Hopefully they will... have it down. Two drakes, though five or six hens, is optimal... preferably six by two though. He, or his lovely wife, picked up a starter feed batch for me. Good to have that right off. Much appreciated.
It gives me time finish. Honestly, it is functionally complete. Save for flooring and nesting material placement. It just needs the last bit of cleaning. The second door is more a luxury. Oh, need a watering tub! I won't be doing a pool quite this year. By the time they leave their coop much, it will be early spring, late winter, save for supervised part day trips? Will see. It'll partly be up to them, too.
Ugh. A few more tasks if I can't remember all that was done. I hit the plants with more diatomatious earth. Especially the new leaves. I just knew, if I didn't, they'd be gone... soon. I hit the soil well too. That is were the little monsters escaped when caught. I'll be done with them soon.
I also got my mortgage paid. I just lost track. So happy to have that. I have a bill yet this month, and one overdue but payable next month. Ugh. Oh, and the lawn is being watered tonight. Yikes but I fell behind with that. I'll let it run for a good bit, move the sprinklers and get it all. Yeah, mia culpa.
Yeah. It has been a good day. Tight. Getting really tired. Still have four to five hours, three to four? Watering. I'll... do it, and finish the scant dishes, fold the underquilts for next bedding change, and part the meat into serving sizes, wrap, and put up. Ugh? I think so, but I like a little ugh in my life, or big.
Ten bloody noses in the last four days. At least half of them gushers. Something is going on. Dreams are just part of it. Yeah. Ugh.
Later or good night.
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Dinner was excellent. I did end up brining the pork as well as the chicken, for at least an hour. It took a goodly longer time to finish, but offered more time to dither as to when it was really done. The pork also took longer. May have overdone the pork. Chicken was as perfect, done inside, crispy out, as I can manage with those methods. Pork is tricky. Little fat in the meat, save for certain roasts.
I spoke with the duck man. Fowl man, as he has several flocks of various sorts. Anyway, Saturday, noonish, is the plan. They are still unsure about the sexes. If they make a mistake... too many drakes, one would have to be ended. Though too few drakes and the one would go daffy trying to ride the herd and guard it. Hopefully they will... have it down. Two drakes, though five or six hens, is optimal... preferably six by two though. He, or his lovely wife, picked up a starter feed batch for me. Good to have that right off. Much appreciated.
It gives me time finish. Honestly, it is functionally complete. Save for flooring and nesting material placement. It just needs the last bit of cleaning. The second door is more a luxury. Oh, need a watering tub! I won't be doing a pool quite this year. By the time they leave their coop much, it will be early spring, late winter, save for supervised part day trips? Will see. It'll partly be up to them, too.
Ugh. A few more tasks if I can't remember all that was done. I hit the plants with more diatomatious earth. Especially the new leaves. I just knew, if I didn't, they'd be gone... soon. I hit the soil well too. That is were the little monsters escaped when caught. I'll be done with them soon.
I also got my mortgage paid. I just lost track. So happy to have that. I have a bill yet this month, and one overdue but payable next month. Ugh. Oh, and the lawn is being watered tonight. Yikes but I fell behind with that. I'll let it run for a good bit, move the sprinklers and get it all. Yeah, mia culpa.
Yeah. It has been a good day. Tight. Getting really tired. Still have four to five hours, three to four? Watering. I'll... do it, and finish the scant dishes, fold the underquilts for next bedding change, and part the meat into serving sizes, wrap, and put up. Ugh? I think so, but I like a little ugh in my life, or big.
Ten bloody noses in the last four days. At least half of them gushers. Something is going on. Dreams are just part of it. Yeah. Ugh.
Later or good night.
Quite a day.
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I was starting to become depressed. Without counting, it seemed I was getting nowhere. I... seemed to be working, it just... my list didn't seem to be getting shorter. I kept at. Finally I counted what I had done. Four or five loads of laundry, all folded or awaiting hangers, save two mattress underquilts which have been murder to get dry, even when I finally did them alone each. Grrrrrhhhh!
The last one is finishing, the other seems done... will check when I check her sister. Have to be female, nothing else can be that damned fussy! Then I finished a couple of loads of dishes and pots. Three? I think so. All of them, really. Next, grilling meat and some sort of last meal, uhrm, for the day. I should brine the chicken... can't trust it these days. An hour, according to my mother.
Yeah, I have been working. If not too hard, rather fully through time. Keeping busy. I can't fault my actions, or even the dratted sisters, merely my flawed notion of time and what can practically be done in time. I'm a time killer. So, while I explore this side of things, I am bound to become befuddled by your strange, and truly unnatural, side of events. Time isn't what it seems. I don't play sudoku in five seconds because I am fast. I do that when I remember what time is... a boundary given to man so that he might find God, in all that means, more readily. Not all live in, or are as completely bound by it, as men.
My story. Sticking to it. Later, gator.
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I was starting to become depressed. Without counting, it seemed I was getting nowhere. I... seemed to be working, it just... my list didn't seem to be getting shorter. I kept at. Finally I counted what I had done. Four or five loads of laundry, all folded or awaiting hangers, save two mattress underquilts which have been murder to get dry, even when I finally did them alone each. Grrrrrhhhh!
The last one is finishing, the other seems done... will check when I check her sister. Have to be female, nothing else can be that damned fussy! Then I finished a couple of loads of dishes and pots. Three? I think so. All of them, really. Next, grilling meat and some sort of last meal, uhrm, for the day. I should brine the chicken... can't trust it these days. An hour, according to my mother.
Yeah, I have been working. If not too hard, rather fully through time. Keeping busy. I can't fault my actions, or even the dratted sisters, merely my flawed notion of time and what can practically be done in time. I'm a time killer. So, while I explore this side of things, I am bound to become befuddled by your strange, and truly unnatural, side of events. Time isn't what it seems. I don't play sudoku in five seconds because I am fast. I do that when I remember what time is... a boundary given to man so that he might find God, in all that means, more readily. Not all live in, or are as completely bound by it, as men.
My story. Sticking to it. Later, gator.
Marginally better.
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Which actually means much better, as the margins are across the board. Still far too tired, but able to wake at 8:30. The organs hurt a bit, but less, and that has almost eased away. I am already planning work. No promises but I think so. I even called my mom. All good.
Ah, work? I have a few new spice jars. New? Well, unused. They have been around for a while. I just haven't washed them. Those, table wares and a pot from supper will be set up shortly. I had canned veggies with butter for supper. Blood sugar is still too high. As well, I'll push the laundry through. I did fold the other load. As well, I want to clear and clean the coop, perhaps make a stab at installing a front screen door. It would allow options.
Dreams, again. One of travelling the world, if all I remembered was viewing or collecting catterpillars. Of all sorts. And remembering the environments in which they were found. I would handle each, if it was safe for the creature and myself, some of them are lethally poisonous. It was a wonderful dream.
The other dream was from a time I thought the world could be owned, and thought I wanted a slice of it. Having a woman, a piece of this world, to gain control... if not an earthly king, then at least a prince. I was doing it, going places. Lost it all, one piece off the board, one space, one or more people at a time. Still? What I have learned, humbling, hard, as it has been... it will spare my soul. Or, more, led me to a place were I found what will. Gift or... more, less? I can't know.
As with the dreams from the other videos, these were all from before an, if still simple, understanding of the divine, my walk with God. I fear little, save the God formation process, now. As much as I have suffered I know next to nothing of suffering in comparison, and that before His walk as Christ. Thankfully I didn't just lose hubris, but in so doing lost my fear. Or the lesser parts of it. I do fear, but my God, Lord, not men. If even that is an alternate form of the word. It is as any son should fear his father. Still disturbing, just not as before, when he who is like God was less a disgusted oath and more a sought path, as the Northwest Passage. Are we supposed to seek that? How can we know if we don't try?
There was another dream. In it I was in the Navy. We had captured crook-tyrants, including much plunder. Several of us were in with it, before they secured it, and decided to take a bit. I grabbed a couple (ten, fifteen) pounds of gold, and what turned into nearly half a million just in bills (some foreign nations, oil states, have huge denominations... as the dream goes, not sure if real). All of it fit in a smaller shave kit case. We all agreed, if caught, we alone did it.
I got mine out, then hid it in the head (bathroom, for non sailors or marines). Something about having pet mice, ending up with more small mice! Textural, as with the catterpillars. Anyway, I suspected I had nearly been caught hiding my stash, so... I figured I'd make sure to get caught, but with something else.
I bought an exact duplicate container. In it I put cans of beer and a few pints of whisky. I then exchanged them, but made sure I'd get caught with the other case. It worked. I eventually got away with my plunder. A strange dream, for many reasons. But there you go. Three dreams remembered, on one night.
Later.
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Which actually means much better, as the margins are across the board. Still far too tired, but able to wake at 8:30. The organs hurt a bit, but less, and that has almost eased away. I am already planning work. No promises but I think so. I even called my mom. All good.
Ah, work? I have a few new spice jars. New? Well, unused. They have been around for a while. I just haven't washed them. Those, table wares and a pot from supper will be set up shortly. I had canned veggies with butter for supper. Blood sugar is still too high. As well, I'll push the laundry through. I did fold the other load. As well, I want to clear and clean the coop, perhaps make a stab at installing a front screen door. It would allow options.
Dreams, again. One of travelling the world, if all I remembered was viewing or collecting catterpillars. Of all sorts. And remembering the environments in which they were found. I would handle each, if it was safe for the creature and myself, some of them are lethally poisonous. It was a wonderful dream.
The other dream was from a time I thought the world could be owned, and thought I wanted a slice of it. Having a woman, a piece of this world, to gain control... if not an earthly king, then at least a prince. I was doing it, going places. Lost it all, one piece off the board, one space, one or more people at a time. Still? What I have learned, humbling, hard, as it has been... it will spare my soul. Or, more, led me to a place were I found what will. Gift or... more, less? I can't know.
As with the dreams from the other videos, these were all from before an, if still simple, understanding of the divine, my walk with God. I fear little, save the God formation process, now. As much as I have suffered I know next to nothing of suffering in comparison, and that before His walk as Christ. Thankfully I didn't just lose hubris, but in so doing lost my fear. Or the lesser parts of it. I do fear, but my God, Lord, not men. If even that is an alternate form of the word. It is as any son should fear his father. Still disturbing, just not as before, when he who is like God was less a disgusted oath and more a sought path, as the Northwest Passage. Are we supposed to seek that? How can we know if we don't try?
There was another dream. In it I was in the Navy. We had captured crook-tyrants, including much plunder. Several of us were in with it, before they secured it, and decided to take a bit. I grabbed a couple (ten, fifteen) pounds of gold, and what turned into nearly half a million just in bills (some foreign nations, oil states, have huge denominations... as the dream goes, not sure if real). All of it fit in a smaller shave kit case. We all agreed, if caught, we alone did it.
I got mine out, then hid it in the head (bathroom, for non sailors or marines). Something about having pet mice, ending up with more small mice! Textural, as with the catterpillars. Anyway, I suspected I had nearly been caught hiding my stash, so... I figured I'd make sure to get caught, but with something else.
I bought an exact duplicate container. In it I put cans of beer and a few pints of whisky. I then exchanged them, but made sure I'd get caught with the other case. It worked. I eventually got away with my plunder. A strange dream, for many reasons. But there you go. Three dreams remembered, on one night.
Later.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Feeling and doing better.
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The dishes, then more, and more yet. A load of laundry through to going in the dryer, plus another washing. Well, and a small load from the last efforts, to be folded. No meat thawed. Cleaned what I cooked in last, as it has the right sized steamer basket for cabbage. That and butter. I saw that I have bacon, eggs, and hot dogs. Cabbage isn't enough. Bacon and eggs, bacon dogs grilled, or the whole works?
Innards are feeling better. I didn't, and haven't been, taking even aspirin. If it is medicinal, or in part, perhaps it is better to hurt? That was my thinking. Then again, it isn't the liver or kidneys? Could I tell with certainty? I just don't wish to risk it. Blood sugar is high, 191 after eating cabbage... two wedges, with butter. I am counting drops of sweetener, five per quart, going without every other or two for three. Ugh.
Pasta, too much, too frequently, too recently. Meat thawing for the week. Eating less and less often, hopefully fasting this weekend, if I can, and remember. I am planning more stirfrying. An easy, non-microwave way to use meats, with about any veggie. And it's easier to add more fat. Eggs are great for it as well. I'll... keep at it. Doing better than any trip return in... since I became ill. Still rough.
Best get to the laundry, then food. It'll still be intermittent fasting, if I hurry. Later or good night.
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The dishes, then more, and more yet. A load of laundry through to going in the dryer, plus another washing. Well, and a small load from the last efforts, to be folded. No meat thawed. Cleaned what I cooked in last, as it has the right sized steamer basket for cabbage. That and butter. I saw that I have bacon, eggs, and hot dogs. Cabbage isn't enough. Bacon and eggs, bacon dogs grilled, or the whole works?
Innards are feeling better. I didn't, and haven't been, taking even aspirin. If it is medicinal, or in part, perhaps it is better to hurt? That was my thinking. Then again, it isn't the liver or kidneys? Could I tell with certainty? I just don't wish to risk it. Blood sugar is high, 191 after eating cabbage... two wedges, with butter. I am counting drops of sweetener, five per quart, going without every other or two for three. Ugh.
Pasta, too much, too frequently, too recently. Meat thawing for the week. Eating less and less often, hopefully fasting this weekend, if I can, and remember. I am planning more stirfrying. An easy, non-microwave way to use meats, with about any veggie. And it's easier to add more fat. Eggs are great for it as well. I'll... keep at it. Doing better than any trip return in... since I became ill. Still rough.
Best get to the laundry, then food. It'll still be intermittent fasting, if I hurry. Later or good night.
Ah, the others.
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It wasn't a dream. More than two. Two vids will get you in the neighborhood.
Which dream of all is more disturbing I cannot rightly say. Including her entering my shower. For myself. If I think, at this point in life, I know with which I am more comfortable. I doubt if we are in agreement. THese aren't exact, but will do quite enough.
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It wasn't a dream. More than two. Two vids will get you in the neighborhood.
Which dream of all is more disturbing I cannot rightly say. Including her entering my shower. For myself. If I think, at this point in life, I know with which I am more comfortable. I doubt if we are in agreement. THese aren't exact, but will do quite enough.
Could not wake.
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Late. It was 11:00 before I could pull myself out of bed. Even then it was brutal, difficult. If you have never been in a fight against three or four men, how my midsection feels wouldn't make sense to you. Yeah, I've had to do that at least an half dozen times. Not a choice. I simply wouldn't go along to get along with crooks, creeps, or such. Surprised I never ended up killing anyone, civilianside for sure.
My organs and torso were getting better. Or so I thought. Oh well. I will work today. Not a lot. Dishes, laundry, and probably the cage shelving... or at least figuring that out. A shave and shower too. Will do, hurt or no. Hungry too. Thinking of trying something keto. I'll wake for a couple hours, then hit it.
Oh, dreams. I was taking a shower and my last barged in. Damn, I forgot how pretty women are. Sure, see them often, but haven't seen one in such a way for a while now. I ignore most women. They seem mostly in the hookup market, not my gig. Another dream, different, slipping away from memory's grasp. If it returns I'll post it.
Later.
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Late. It was 11:00 before I could pull myself out of bed. Even then it was brutal, difficult. If you have never been in a fight against three or four men, how my midsection feels wouldn't make sense to you. Yeah, I've had to do that at least an half dozen times. Not a choice. I simply wouldn't go along to get along with crooks, creeps, or such. Surprised I never ended up killing anyone, civilianside for sure.
My organs and torso were getting better. Or so I thought. Oh well. I will work today. Not a lot. Dishes, laundry, and probably the cage shelving... or at least figuring that out. A shave and shower too. Will do, hurt or no. Hungry too. Thinking of trying something keto. I'll wake for a couple hours, then hit it.
Oh, dreams. I was taking a shower and my last barged in. Damn, I forgot how pretty women are. Sure, see them often, but haven't seen one in such a way for a while now. I ignore most women. They seem mostly in the hookup market, not my gig. Another dream, different, slipping away from memory's grasp. If it returns I'll post it.
Later.
Rough.
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Waking with what feels almost like gas. It isn't. Not sure what it is. It isn't good, if far from lethal. Just uncomfortable. It is way to early. Perhaps I'll be able to sleep shortly. I hate waking in the middle of the night. Later?
Dreaming. Explosive. Can't hold onto them.
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Back to bed. Giving it a shot.
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Waking with what feels almost like gas. It isn't. Not sure what it is. It isn't good, if far from lethal. Just uncomfortable. It is way to early. Perhaps I'll be able to sleep shortly. I hate waking in the middle of the night. Later?
Dreaming. Explosive. Can't hold onto them.
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Back to bed. Giving it a shot.
Monday, September 17, 2018
A few things, maybe more.
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Of course, trash and recycling. Of course feeding and watering the girls, plus their litter care. Then I set the dishes, and had a bite to eat. Dishes were reset. That all happened quickly, mostly. I'd like to finish dishes, put a load of laundry in, then get a shower and shave? Doable. If I can stand.
I do give the girls snacks several times a day. When I treat the girls, I will feed the ducks. Feeding them two to three times a day improves their laying, about 130 grams per day, total, per bird? I'll figure it out before long. Their feed will be off, being based on my day, but it should do.
The plant cutting my mother sent home is not only not dying, or still being eaten, it is really doing well. Where the new leaf had been eaten off another or three leaves are making their way. As well, one of the nubs were a leaf had died and was removed has begun at least two leaves. I absolutely drenched the plants in diatomatious earth, rinsed them, and did it again. They look like they were snowed on. I'll shower them again, powder the dirt were the suspects would live, see if I can leave the leaves bear.
I called my mom, again. Figured she was working. She was, and busy. At least I got to say hello.
Still a bit rough. Hoping getting a few things done will help. Later.
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Of course, trash and recycling. Of course feeding and watering the girls, plus their litter care. Then I set the dishes, and had a bite to eat. Dishes were reset. That all happened quickly, mostly. I'd like to finish dishes, put a load of laundry in, then get a shower and shave? Doable. If I can stand.
I do give the girls snacks several times a day. When I treat the girls, I will feed the ducks. Feeding them two to three times a day improves their laying, about 130 grams per day, total, per bird? I'll figure it out before long. Their feed will be off, being based on my day, but it should do.
The plant cutting my mother sent home is not only not dying, or still being eaten, it is really doing well. Where the new leaf had been eaten off another or three leaves are making their way. As well, one of the nubs were a leaf had died and was removed has begun at least two leaves. I absolutely drenched the plants in diatomatious earth, rinsed them, and did it again. They look like they were snowed on. I'll shower them again, powder the dirt were the suspects would live, see if I can leave the leaves bear.
I called my mom, again. Figured she was working. She was, and busy. At least I got to say hello.
Still a bit rough. Hoping getting a few things done will help. Later.
Something is still way off.
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I would have thought I would have recovered by now. Not sure if it was all the extra fluid that had been in there, the medicine it took to get rid of it, or both which hurt things... if I suspect those are the main probable causes. Actually, I have to go with both. Being down to three, then two pills, for five or six days now, between those amounts, and being correctly dry, I had hoped I would be feeling better. At least the pain is old... as bruising, not fresh hits. Fairly old, if lingering strongly. Then again, it sometimes takes me longer to heal these days.
I got nothing done yesterday. I actively decided not to fast though. Healing slower as is. Fasting is more likely to further slow that. No, not fasting, not yet. I didn't get anything out, trash or recycling. I did get the bags to the bins this morning, but being the only bags, I didn't bother taking them to the curb. Trash is double bagged, so not a problem... recycling is always dry, so not an issue.
I think coffee every other day, unless I can keep it to half or a third a pot. Even then, I've just lost me enamor of coffee. It does make a much better vehicle for my version of a fat coffee. Tea is thinner, much more viscous, even with cream. And it has an odd mouthfeel with cream added. Coffee just works better.
I am hoping for more today. Something. Anything. So rough still. Won't promise.
Later.
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I would have thought I would have recovered by now. Not sure if it was all the extra fluid that had been in there, the medicine it took to get rid of it, or both which hurt things... if I suspect those are the main probable causes. Actually, I have to go with both. Being down to three, then two pills, for five or six days now, between those amounts, and being correctly dry, I had hoped I would be feeling better. At least the pain is old... as bruising, not fresh hits. Fairly old, if lingering strongly. Then again, it sometimes takes me longer to heal these days.
I got nothing done yesterday. I actively decided not to fast though. Healing slower as is. Fasting is more likely to further slow that. No, not fasting, not yet. I didn't get anything out, trash or recycling. I did get the bags to the bins this morning, but being the only bags, I didn't bother taking them to the curb. Trash is double bagged, so not a problem... recycling is always dry, so not an issue.
I think coffee every other day, unless I can keep it to half or a third a pot. Even then, I've just lost me enamor of coffee. It does make a much better vehicle for my version of a fat coffee. Tea is thinner, much more viscous, even with cream. And it has an odd mouthfeel with cream added. Coffee just works better.
I am hoping for more today. Something. Anything. So rough still. Won't promise.
Later.
Sunday, September 16, 2018
I needed a break.
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Still do. Not just still worn, but my organs are complaining. They are improving, slowly. I have backed the water pills down to two, after down to three. I am as dry as I can get without injury, illness, or death. The swelling is gone, definitely in the legs on down. And I am drinking less, for now. It is cooler, which helps with that. Still, two may or may not be enough. Will see.
I meant to fast this weekend. It hasn't happened, just didn't remember when I was. Will fast today and tomorrow... if I can... at least. Straight through. My blood sugar has been crazy high for what I have been eating. Although Friday was pasta, so... But even before that, eating pork. The picnic roast. Some of the fat was charred. I wonder if that turns to a sugar? I'll have to investigate.
Today? Not much. I have eight pieces, silverware and a jar mostly to wash, water and dairy kefir to reset, trash and recycling to go, and a shower and shave. I may have a load of whites. I won't be going fast, not even sure I will get it all. Internals are still rough. I suppose I could put the cages up and together, or not. Ideas. Other than trash and recycling, shower and shave, I just don't know. Hmm, oh, but a coffee. No cream, just MTC oil and a few drops of sweetener. I'd like to drop sweeteners but I just can't. I'll... try to cut back, again.
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Still do. Not just still worn, but my organs are complaining. They are improving, slowly. I have backed the water pills down to two, after down to three. I am as dry as I can get without injury, illness, or death. The swelling is gone, definitely in the legs on down. And I am drinking less, for now. It is cooler, which helps with that. Still, two may or may not be enough. Will see.
I meant to fast this weekend. It hasn't happened, just didn't remember when I was. Will fast today and tomorrow... if I can... at least. Straight through. My blood sugar has been crazy high for what I have been eating. Although Friday was pasta, so... But even before that, eating pork. The picnic roast. Some of the fat was charred. I wonder if that turns to a sugar? I'll have to investigate.
Today? Not much. I have eight pieces, silverware and a jar mostly to wash, water and dairy kefir to reset, trash and recycling to go, and a shower and shave. I may have a load of whites. I won't be going fast, not even sure I will get it all. Internals are still rough. I suppose I could put the cages up and together, or not. Ideas. Other than trash and recycling, shower and shave, I just don't know. Hmm, oh, but a coffee. No cream, just MTC oil and a few drops of sweetener. I'd like to drop sweeteners but I just can't. I'll... try to cut back, again.
Saturday, September 15, 2018
More on the coop.
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I was glad the Boss visited. I wasn't going to do much solo. Couldn't. No focus. Even with help it was difficult. Tired right into my bones. Finished the last two windows and crafted and installed a short inner door. I won't be crafting an upper door for that part, isn't needed. However, I plan to create an outer screen door, for better air circulation and predator protection.
That may not seem like much, but it was a bit. I couldn't go driving after. Too tired. But we did go for a meal. We had trouble with the locks on our way out. The key just wouldn't turn. I called AAA, but ended up not needing them. With my flashlight and a borrowed coat hanger, the door was opened. A fun project, actually.
It is well past bedtime. Organs are still sore. Tired. Was cold, and yesterday, if just me. Working warmed me up. Oh, it is looking like I spared the plant clipping my mother sent with me. Diatomatious earth really does work, and it isn't dangerous... actually food grade. All good and good night.
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I was glad the Boss visited. I wasn't going to do much solo. Couldn't. No focus. Even with help it was difficult. Tired right into my bones. Finished the last two windows and crafted and installed a short inner door. I won't be crafting an upper door for that part, isn't needed. However, I plan to create an outer screen door, for better air circulation and predator protection.
That may not seem like much, but it was a bit. I couldn't go driving after. Too tired. But we did go for a meal. We had trouble with the locks on our way out. The key just wouldn't turn. I called AAA, but ended up not needing them. With my flashlight and a borrowed coat hanger, the door was opened. A fun project, actually.
It is well past bedtime. Organs are still sore. Tired. Was cold, and yesterday, if just me. Working warmed me up. Oh, it is looking like I spared the plant clipping my mother sent with me. Diatomatious earth really does work, and it isn't dangerous... actually food grade. All good and good night.
Friday, September 14, 2018
Just off.
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It is a good morning. I slept well, enjoyed an... interesting dream, a bit dirty so I won't write about it, and I woke well. It's my organs. Something is just off, out. Kidneys and a few forward organs. Not new pains, in a sense. It's the bruise type pain, which suggests to me they are recovering. I could be wrong, but that has always happened after my organs have been otherwise pained and stressed. I have always suspected it is part of the healing process.
The pains aren't severe, more like medium levels of gas, but which won't pass. I am down to three water pills. May try two. My feet, ankles, and legs are staying good, and honestly, the less medicine the better. There for a bit I was beginning to wonder if the swelling was caused by something else. Ugh. Hmm? Oh, aspirin? Thanks for the notion. And medicine, then coffee.
Today? I am hoping to finish the kitchen, have a spot to eat, then hit the coop. If there remains energy, I'll finish the bathroom... along with dailies, such as feeding the girls, myself, tending their litter, perhaps the last load of laundry, and a few other bits. Hurts a bit to move, hurts more to just sit.
Oh, the duck man came by last night. I showed him what I was doing, and gave him some of the planter eggs, for training the layers. Another week. Two drakes and six hens, as it stands. Oh, but he did say he had made a mistake. His ducks, same breed, can get over lower barriers. So... a smaller outer fence won't work. Good to know. I'd still like to devise a smaller, retractable, fence, which uses only part of the yard and house for an extended occasional playground for them. That isn't primary.
To get a true run, caged over, I will have to buy wooden poles or squares, and probably rent a post hole digger. Not this month. But they will be cooped for a while, months to start, mostly. So I have some time... and before winter. Plus, if I have the wood in, and lower harware in, higher stuff can go on as I can afford, even in the winter.
If nothing else, the newer ladies and gents are pushing me to think and work. Just in that they are already paying dividends. Good morning, day.
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It is a good morning. I slept well, enjoyed an... interesting dream, a bit dirty so I won't write about it, and I woke well. It's my organs. Something is just off, out. Kidneys and a few forward organs. Not new pains, in a sense. It's the bruise type pain, which suggests to me they are recovering. I could be wrong, but that has always happened after my organs have been otherwise pained and stressed. I have always suspected it is part of the healing process.
The pains aren't severe, more like medium levels of gas, but which won't pass. I am down to three water pills. May try two. My feet, ankles, and legs are staying good, and honestly, the less medicine the better. There for a bit I was beginning to wonder if the swelling was caused by something else. Ugh. Hmm? Oh, aspirin? Thanks for the notion. And medicine, then coffee.
Today? I am hoping to finish the kitchen, have a spot to eat, then hit the coop. If there remains energy, I'll finish the bathroom... along with dailies, such as feeding the girls, myself, tending their litter, perhaps the last load of laundry, and a few other bits. Hurts a bit to move, hurts more to just sit.
Oh, the duck man came by last night. I showed him what I was doing, and gave him some of the planter eggs, for training the layers. Another week. Two drakes and six hens, as it stands. Oh, but he did say he had made a mistake. His ducks, same breed, can get over lower barriers. So... a smaller outer fence won't work. Good to know. I'd still like to devise a smaller, retractable, fence, which uses only part of the yard and house for an extended occasional playground for them. That isn't primary.
To get a true run, caged over, I will have to buy wooden poles or squares, and probably rent a post hole digger. Not this month. But they will be cooped for a while, months to start, mostly. So I have some time... and before winter. Plus, if I have the wood in, and lower harware in, higher stuff can go on as I can afford, even in the winter.
If nothing else, the newer ladies and gents are pushing me to think and work. Just in that they are already paying dividends. Good morning, day.
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Good night.
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Just a few musical notions. Perhaps without understanding you may enjoy. I'll have a spot more pork, put the rest up, take meds and hit it. Sleep well.
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Just a few musical notions. Perhaps without understanding you may enjoy. I'll have a spot more pork, put the rest up, take meds and hit it. Sleep well.
A no show, so far.
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So far anyway. I slow cooked a picnic pork roast too. Perhaps the Boss will be over later? Never can tell. I called about ducks last night. The call seemed to go through but there was no sound. I'll try again in a bit. An odd day, week. Strange events and situations at every turn. It seems so dark sometimes... threatening, like storm clouds on the horizon. Just something passing or will it destroy everything I know?
It's good to have a day off. I'll still work or drive if the opportunity visits.
I might try cold press coffee soon. I have always heard it is better. But I thought it required a bunch of equipment. Perhaps not? I have heard recently that a gallon jug, coffee, filtered water, and a nut milk bag woul do, or even just a French press? I have all those. Might try that, if not this week. Soon though.
That pork was fantastic. Plenty left, if being bone in, probably not as much as it would seem. Once it is cool I'll debone and put it up. Got excellent bark too. It was quite inexpensive. The trade war is being very good to me, at a time I could use it. Too bad it isn't affecting beef prices along with pork.
I am also exploring pressure cooking again. You can use cheaper cuts of meat. And until social security is sorted again, I am against a wall, again.
Later.
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So far anyway. I slow cooked a picnic pork roast too. Perhaps the Boss will be over later? Never can tell. I called about ducks last night. The call seemed to go through but there was no sound. I'll try again in a bit. An odd day, week. Strange events and situations at every turn. It seems so dark sometimes... threatening, like storm clouds on the horizon. Just something passing or will it destroy everything I know?
It's good to have a day off. I'll still work or drive if the opportunity visits.
I might try cold press coffee soon. I have always heard it is better. But I thought it required a bunch of equipment. Perhaps not? I have heard recently that a gallon jug, coffee, filtered water, and a nut milk bag woul do, or even just a French press? I have all those. Might try that, if not this week. Soon though.
That pork was fantastic. Plenty left, if being bone in, probably not as much as it would seem. Once it is cool I'll debone and put it up. Got excellent bark too. It was quite inexpensive. The trade war is being very good to me, at a time I could use it. Too bad it isn't affecting beef prices along with pork.
I am also exploring pressure cooking again. You can use cheaper cuts of meat. And until social security is sorted again, I am against a wall, again.
Later.
How to wake?
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Ah, a fat coffee. Right, and is on the way. My body is still totally chill with being awake. My sleepy head, not so much. Just can't shake the tiredness. I don't think the coffee will do all that much. However, taking my bp after meds and before coffee shaved forty points, top and bottom. It's 129/82 with a pulse of 89... but I was listening to music. :p
I'll check blood sugar a few hours after "breakfast". I do consider fat coffees a meal. Sort of... it's not the calories, it's that the stuff can trigger a glucose decrease after a very mild rise. I ought to check in an hour too, to see how much of a rise. While dying, no reason not to examine.
Some of the things washed yesterday were the cat beds. They didn't smell bad, or look rough, but the girls weren't using them. It worked. Sam, the fussiest of the two, is crashed out in one of them. I like when I help the girls, do right by them. And they do return the favor by minding my expressed will. You might not be able to train a cat, but you can communicate and negotiate. They aren't my animals... friends.
Boy is that coffee... so-so. It's fatted down with MTC and whole cream with a few drops of liquid sucralose. This part isn't supposed to be tasty. If I used too much coffee, five dosers for eight cups... used up the last grounds I hand ground. Still, no real complaints. It is just closer to espresso than regular coffee.
I finally brought a blanket in from the auto, my better wool one. It is good enough to have close, right on actually, the skin, and I'm a baby about most wool. Cost a pretty penny though. Anyway, I was right. That allowed me to have the ac and to sleep comfortably. Awesome!
2018? It really is, or a year away, from fifteen years of celibacy. The temptations still exist, if opportunity has decreased... at least opportunity of any interest. I wouldn't bother with a woman over thirty or a stoner. Not even tempted a bit. Looks like I am in the clear. Lost my ring. Would like it back. But it isn't as necessary... as a ward... anymore. Nice as a badge though. What, precisely, is so difficult about chastity? If I can do it, literally anyone can.
Later.
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Ah, a fat coffee. Right, and is on the way. My body is still totally chill with being awake. My sleepy head, not so much. Just can't shake the tiredness. I don't think the coffee will do all that much. However, taking my bp after meds and before coffee shaved forty points, top and bottom. It's 129/82 with a pulse of 89... but I was listening to music. :p
I'll check blood sugar a few hours after "breakfast". I do consider fat coffees a meal. Sort of... it's not the calories, it's that the stuff can trigger a glucose decrease after a very mild rise. I ought to check in an hour too, to see how much of a rise. While dying, no reason not to examine.
Some of the things washed yesterday were the cat beds. They didn't smell bad, or look rough, but the girls weren't using them. It worked. Sam, the fussiest of the two, is crashed out in one of them. I like when I help the girls, do right by them. And they do return the favor by minding my expressed will. You might not be able to train a cat, but you can communicate and negotiate. They aren't my animals... friends.
Boy is that coffee... so-so. It's fatted down with MTC and whole cream with a few drops of liquid sucralose. This part isn't supposed to be tasty. If I used too much coffee, five dosers for eight cups... used up the last grounds I hand ground. Still, no real complaints. It is just closer to espresso than regular coffee.
I finally brought a blanket in from the auto, my better wool one. It is good enough to have close, right on actually, the skin, and I'm a baby about most wool. Cost a pretty penny though. Anyway, I was right. That allowed me to have the ac and to sleep comfortably. Awesome!
2018? It really is, or a year away, from fifteen years of celibacy. The temptations still exist, if opportunity has decreased... at least opportunity of any interest. I wouldn't bother with a woman over thirty or a stoner. Not even tempted a bit. Looks like I am in the clear. Lost my ring. Would like it back. But it isn't as necessary... as a ward... anymore. Nice as a badge though. What, precisely, is so difficult about chastity? If I can do it, literally anyone can.
Later.
Beaten and battered.
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Down around midnight thirty, couldn't sleep before. Slept well if not for long, waking at 6:30 and small change. I feel as if more sleep would have been good, my body disagrees. Both body and mind have veto power. My spirit does too, if it rarely joins the fray even as a tie breaker. While my mind, or will?, wants more sleep, it's not enough for an attempt at an override.
My innards no longer spasm, or feel like they are being stabbed, they are sore, feeling bruised... when you can feel bruises as they are. Blood sugar is up to 181, fasting. I am holding off on coffee so as not to skew my bp reading and holding off on bp until medicine has had a chance to work. I still think lowering bp has as much to do with the mind as medicine, if it takes both. Though coffee jolts it all. Half a pot today.
Today? The load of laundry in, plus the last load... whites. More, if light work, in the kitchen and bathroom. I am in trouble, but I can't just stop. The Boss will be by, probably, to finish the coop. That shouldn't be too difficult. I'll also set the sprinkler for the front lawn. Mostly a slow easy day. I am sore, tired, feeling very off. I have pushed, then been pulled, a bit too far. Won't be done until Saturday. Fasting from Friday on to Monday and relaxing is the weekend goal.
Yeah. Rough. And it isn't over. Have a great day. Even though I will be grinding my teeth to make it, I am going to have a wonderful day if it kills me. Later.
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Down around midnight thirty, couldn't sleep before. Slept well if not for long, waking at 6:30 and small change. I feel as if more sleep would have been good, my body disagrees. Both body and mind have veto power. My spirit does too, if it rarely joins the fray even as a tie breaker. While my mind, or will?, wants more sleep, it's not enough for an attempt at an override.
My innards no longer spasm, or feel like they are being stabbed, they are sore, feeling bruised... when you can feel bruises as they are. Blood sugar is up to 181, fasting. I am holding off on coffee so as not to skew my bp reading and holding off on bp until medicine has had a chance to work. I still think lowering bp has as much to do with the mind as medicine, if it takes both. Though coffee jolts it all. Half a pot today.
Today? The load of laundry in, plus the last load... whites. More, if light work, in the kitchen and bathroom. I am in trouble, but I can't just stop. The Boss will be by, probably, to finish the coop. That shouldn't be too difficult. I'll also set the sprinkler for the front lawn. Mostly a slow easy day. I am sore, tired, feeling very off. I have pushed, then been pulled, a bit too far. Won't be done until Saturday. Fasting from Friday on to Monday and relaxing is the weekend goal.
Yeah. Rough. And it isn't over. Have a great day. Even though I will be grinding my teeth to make it, I am going to have a wonderful day if it kills me. Later.
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
What do they know, suspect?
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Ugh. I did finish the dishes, and put the laundry over, but time... and I had almost forgotten to put extra time for traffic. I did shower... hate showing up like a heathen beggar. I was pushing it to get there, or it felt like it. I think I was an half hour early, as close as I can get, if tighter than I prefer.
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Ugh. I did finish the dishes, and put the laundry over, but time... and I had almost forgotten to put extra time for traffic. I did shower... hate showing up like a heathen beggar. I was pushing it to get there, or it felt like it. I think I was an half hour early, as close as I can get, if tighter than I prefer.
Pushing along.
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The alarms for my appointment kept me moving. Time flies when I try to procrastinate. Still, I got going. The laundry was finally dry! Note to self: smaller loads! After cycling laundry, including putting another in, I hit the dishes. Only six, if larger, items. Done, and the laundry is folded. The load drying should be about done, very small. Hoping to put the last load in the dryer before going.
I am backed up on what needs hung, as I need to see how the container system will fit. Which... is fine. No time to do that today. Just not enough time, probably... or energy. Another cup of coffee, best to take medicine, then a shower. I should be able to hit the registrar before... or maybe not? Time flies even when pushing. I can only push so hard, so fast. Still close to death, always. No, too late. Have to go, in case of traffic issues.
I did, have been, making the bed. I will need the bed dearly tonight, and it being made somehow helps. If I can just make it through this week, perhaps a break next week. Oh, an invitation to a porn site. No thank you. I got away from that with as direct a talk with God as I ever had, if He did it twice. I won't relinquish that grace for anything. Besides, I have far better memories with real women. Later.
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The alarms for my appointment kept me moving. Time flies when I try to procrastinate. Still, I got going. The laundry was finally dry! Note to self: smaller loads! After cycling laundry, including putting another in, I hit the dishes. Only six, if larger, items. Done, and the laundry is folded. The load drying should be about done, very small. Hoping to put the last load in the dryer before going.
I am backed up on what needs hung, as I need to see how the container system will fit. Which... is fine. No time to do that today. Just not enough time, probably... or energy. Another cup of coffee, best to take medicine, then a shower. I should be able to hit the registrar before... or maybe not? Time flies even when pushing. I can only push so hard, so fast. Still close to death, always. No, too late. Have to go, in case of traffic issues.
I did, have been, making the bed. I will need the bed dearly tonight, and it being made somehow helps. If I can just make it through this week, perhaps a break next week. Oh, an invitation to a porn site. No thank you. I got away from that with as direct a talk with God as I ever had, if He did it twice. I won't relinquish that grace for anything. Besides, I have far better memories with real women. Later.
Sleep was needed.
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Desperately. I don't know when, I think 20:00 give or take an half hour. No later. Clean sheets make life, sleep, snappy, even if I couldn't get a second shower in right before bed. I woke twice, still draining a bit. Mostly the night was blank... the best kind of sleep. I do need to remember more blankets for in there. It was a bit too bold, if less cool wouldn't have been good either. More blankets will bridge the gap until my health returns in full. I didn't wake until 8:00. Yes, sleep was needed. Didn't wake with an over-sleep hangover either, really needed.
I forgot, but am reminded in time. An eye appointment at the V.A. today. A bit worn. A down day, or slow day, would have been good. Nope. I will still try to finish laundry, the soaking dishes, and putting the cage shelving together. Thing with the latter, I want it off the ground enough to vacuum under, which would also create a perfect area for shoes. And, while out, I need to make it to the registrar's office. Yeah. Not a slow day.
On the good side, coffee this morning. Fresh ground. I also need an electric grinder. I would like avocado oil, but that can wait? Ugh. Coffee should be ready. The first one with cream and MTC oil. A fat coffee starter. Back to keto and intermittent and extended fasting. It's the only way, for now and probably from then on.
Fasting blood sugar is... 155! The second lowest blood sugar since my return. It was 168 at bedtime. It's coming down even now. But the goal isn't to have diabetes under control. The plan is to have it gone. And as with tobacco, the fourth time seems to be the charm.
I was about to call my mother this morning when she called me. She has started working, not quite full days, three days a week. I would love such a thing, but I can't keep a schedule. She is doing well, but oddly hasn't had her first cup of coffee yet. She seems well. Work is good for her. Keeps her thinking, active, and social.
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Desperately. I don't know when, I think 20:00 give or take an half hour. No later. Clean sheets make life, sleep, snappy, even if I couldn't get a second shower in right before bed. I woke twice, still draining a bit. Mostly the night was blank... the best kind of sleep. I do need to remember more blankets for in there. It was a bit too bold, if less cool wouldn't have been good either. More blankets will bridge the gap until my health returns in full. I didn't wake until 8:00. Yes, sleep was needed. Didn't wake with an over-sleep hangover either, really needed.
I forgot, but am reminded in time. An eye appointment at the V.A. today. A bit worn. A down day, or slow day, would have been good. Nope. I will still try to finish laundry, the soaking dishes, and putting the cage shelving together. Thing with the latter, I want it off the ground enough to vacuum under, which would also create a perfect area for shoes. And, while out, I need to make it to the registrar's office. Yeah. Not a slow day.
On the good side, coffee this morning. Fresh ground. I also need an electric grinder. I would like avocado oil, but that can wait? Ugh. Coffee should be ready. The first one with cream and MTC oil. A fat coffee starter. Back to keto and intermittent and extended fasting. It's the only way, for now and probably from then on.
Fasting blood sugar is... 155! The second lowest blood sugar since my return. It was 168 at bedtime. It's coming down even now. But the goal isn't to have diabetes under control. The plan is to have it gone. And as with tobacco, the fourth time seems to be the charm.
I was about to call my mother this morning when she called me. She has started working, not quite full days, three days a week. I would love such a thing, but I can't keep a schedule. She is doing well, but oddly hasn't had her first cup of coffee yet. She seems well. Work is good for her. Keeps her thinking, active, and social.
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Mostly.
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To town. Too late to also register the auto. I did make the appointment, picked up charcoal... the last two bags, got mozz, and bought coffee. For the mornings. Tea doesn't work in the morning, coffee doesn't work the rest of the time. Couldn't find my electric grinder, but I have a crank manual one. Wanted coffee tonight, but crashing and don't want to impede that. Oh, double French and espresso. Yeah, finally. Also got my cell reset. Bleh.
The Boss did show, but more to arrange and talk. Probably to work later this week. Oh, water is going on the back lawn. Gotta turn that off shortly. So tired. So much yet to do, gullet still troubling. All good. *grins*
I am going to switch loads, if dry, folding one. I still have a minor mess in the bedroom. And I would like to shower. Especially with the FRESH sheets! Then I must crash. Good night.
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To town. Too late to also register the auto. I did make the appointment, picked up charcoal... the last two bags, got mozz, and bought coffee. For the mornings. Tea doesn't work in the morning, coffee doesn't work the rest of the time. Couldn't find my electric grinder, but I have a crank manual one. Wanted coffee tonight, but crashing and don't want to impede that. Oh, double French and espresso. Yeah, finally. Also got my cell reset. Bleh.
The Boss did show, but more to arrange and talk. Probably to work later this week. Oh, water is going on the back lawn. Gotta turn that off shortly. So tired. So much yet to do, gullet still troubling. All good. *grins*
I am going to switch loads, if dry, folding one. I still have a minor mess in the bedroom. And I would like to shower. Especially with the FRESH sheets! Then I must crash. Good night.
All but the laundry.
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Only because it refuses to dry! I've stabbed it with my white dryer but I just can't dry the beast. Laundry, collective noun... plural, potential? Whatever, it is an it, so can be a beast... or even as a burden. Some grammar-foo, Foo. Anyway... The dishes are done. Those which were soaking. A few large and rough pieces have been set to soak. And the closet has been cleared, cleaned, and vacuumed. If I think someone has screwed up the vacuum cleaner. Wasn't me. Last time I used it, I put a fresh bag in and it was working fine. Bag was absolutely stuffed, but not from my floors. My guess? Had it on hose suction and forced it across the floor with the drive not engaged. I will try to fix it... soon.
I am pleased. Though... I have a bit of a clutter in there, until I put the system up and have room to put it back. Might have to push through, try to finish tonight, unless the Boss shows. Yeah. Not bad. I'm going to try to get back to ketosis, I have decided. As cheaply as possible. Eggs, cream, cream cheese, bacon, butter, cheeses and avocado are the staple additives, with keto breads and nuts acting in support, and fatty meat in support. Bacon is not meat, it's special. No buns, or potatoes. I can eat potatoes (certain ones) without bothering glucose, but they destroy keto. Oddly, most other foods affect both or neither.
A quick shower, then to dress. The innards are feeling better. I do still get a strange twinge, like when a muscle (or group) has been overworked, sometimes a sharp pain, like a needle going in... but in an organ. I've had these before. Usually when blood sugar is reading into the high three or four hundreds (or more, yes, much more) and I ate something sweet or drank a big soda. Bread never triggered it, besides that was long ago now. And it was happening before I ate, for the last few days, if the kidneys were worse. Bleh.
Just to make sure, I checked. Blood sugar is... 148! The lowest it has been since returning. So, that isn't it. Good. And not good. Now I just don't know.
Later.
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Only because it refuses to dry! I've stabbed it with my white dryer but I just can't dry the beast. Laundry, collective noun... plural, potential? Whatever, it is an it, so can be a beast... or even as a burden. Some grammar-foo, Foo. Anyway... The dishes are done. Those which were soaking. A few large and rough pieces have been set to soak. And the closet has been cleared, cleaned, and vacuumed. If I think someone has screwed up the vacuum cleaner. Wasn't me. Last time I used it, I put a fresh bag in and it was working fine. Bag was absolutely stuffed, but not from my floors. My guess? Had it on hose suction and forced it across the floor with the drive not engaged. I will try to fix it... soon.
I am pleased. Though... I have a bit of a clutter in there, until I put the system up and have room to put it back. Might have to push through, try to finish tonight, unless the Boss shows. Yeah. Not bad. I'm going to try to get back to ketosis, I have decided. As cheaply as possible. Eggs, cream, cream cheese, bacon, butter, cheeses and avocado are the staple additives, with keto breads and nuts acting in support, and fatty meat in support. Bacon is not meat, it's special. No buns, or potatoes. I can eat potatoes (certain ones) without bothering glucose, but they destroy keto. Oddly, most other foods affect both or neither.
A quick shower, then to dress. The innards are feeling better. I do still get a strange twinge, like when a muscle (or group) has been overworked, sometimes a sharp pain, like a needle going in... but in an organ. I've had these before. Usually when blood sugar is reading into the high three or four hundreds (or more, yes, much more) and I ate something sweet or drank a big soda. Bread never triggered it, besides that was long ago now. And it was happening before I ate, for the last few days, if the kidneys were worse. Bleh.
Just to make sure, I checked. Blood sugar is... 148! The lowest it has been since returning. So, that isn't it. Good. And not good. Now I just don't know.
Later.
Slow.
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I will take it. Given being long on yesterday, short on sleep, with grumbling innards, it's not a bad go. The girls fed, litter tended, my own breakfast, a load of laundry through to the dryer with another load following in the wash, dishes hit... what was finished was dried and put up the rest reset. I have the timer set. In an half hour I will check the dryer.
If it isn't dry I'll hit my closet. I don't know if I can get that all done today but I can at least have the closet open for that. I have a few things to buy, shredded mozzarella and charcoal... just a bag or two to see me through. Other than bills, no more spending this month. Ugh. Thankfully I hadn't gotten into a car.
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I will take it. Given being long on yesterday, short on sleep, with grumbling innards, it's not a bad go. The girls fed, litter tended, my own breakfast, a load of laundry through to the dryer with another load following in the wash, dishes hit... what was finished was dried and put up the rest reset. I have the timer set. In an half hour I will check the dryer.
If it isn't dry I'll hit my closet. I don't know if I can get that all done today but I can at least have the closet open for that. I have a few things to buy, shredded mozzarella and charcoal... just a bag or two to see me through. Other than bills, no more spending this month. Ugh. Thankfully I hadn't gotten into a car.
Something bad this way comes.
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The news is mostly shut down. Zero Hedge took a hard left turn, if since being outed they were going that way. Always were mostly pro- Russian and Chinese. But now, at least on my platform, it looks like they have shuttered comments... which had become the only reason to bother reading there. Conservative news is simply backing off. Perhaps the coup is complete, merely waiting on the coup de grâce? It would be the end of America and the beginning of the New South Africa... same results.
Something is just off. Watch yourself out there.
Organs are acting out. It was kidneys, but rehydrated and without extra water pills, they have calmed. Not sure what organ this is, perhaps two. Grumble they do, and spark and sputter. I am surprised nothing has given up yet, just stopped working. Could happen at any given time. Blood sugar is staying right at 180. Fasting should reset that lower, if I can.
Hot dogs on the grill, plus corn and beans. I can't have ketchup, but I can have mustard and salsa. It'll be messy but good. It is just at sky breaking and 39~40 F out there. Almost chilly.
A load of laundry, and resetting or just finishing the dishes? Then cleaning out the closet and installing the wire boxes? One side, of course, is open... regarding the mesh boxes. There are sixteen of them. Great for my jeans especially, which are too much material to fit well in drawers, or most places. I am excited to see if these will work as I hope.
Later.
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The news is mostly shut down. Zero Hedge took a hard left turn, if since being outed they were going that way. Always were mostly pro- Russian and Chinese. But now, at least on my platform, it looks like they have shuttered comments... which had become the only reason to bother reading there. Conservative news is simply backing off. Perhaps the coup is complete, merely waiting on the coup de grâce? It would be the end of America and the beginning of the New South Africa... same results.
Something is just off. Watch yourself out there.
Organs are acting out. It was kidneys, but rehydrated and without extra water pills, they have calmed. Not sure what organ this is, perhaps two. Grumble they do, and spark and sputter. I am surprised nothing has given up yet, just stopped working. Could happen at any given time. Blood sugar is staying right at 180. Fasting should reset that lower, if I can.
Hot dogs on the grill, plus corn and beans. I can't have ketchup, but I can have mustard and salsa. It'll be messy but good. It is just at sky breaking and 39~40 F out there. Almost chilly.
A load of laundry, and resetting or just finishing the dishes? Then cleaning out the closet and installing the wire boxes? One side, of course, is open... regarding the mesh boxes. There are sixteen of them. Great for my jeans especially, which are too much material to fit well in drawers, or most places. I am excited to see if these will work as I hope.
Later.
Feet, breakfast, thinking.
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The feet are looking good. Trimmed most of the toenails, a few took more concentration than I could muster. But those weren't too long. Then I scraped with the foot file, then moisturized and donned socks. They need more work than I can give them, but they are better... definitely since my return. Now, perhaps, I can begin more frequent care, and wearing socks as the weather cools.
Of course, I washed up well first... not just because of the feet, but the lotion... Then eggs and bacon. I didn't turn them well, if they stuck... to the non-stick pan? I think I'll toss the thing. It... has lost something. A bit of mom's salsa and tea. Now to gaming, to more fully wake.
I forgot charcoal. Then there is registration, getting my phone paid, and the other bills. Ugh. Gotta be done. A good appointment at the end of it all. Hmm... best take medicine. Why this post? To help focus, keep up plans and requirements, to keep it all fresh and through the writing visceral. Keeping it real.
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The feet are looking good. Trimmed most of the toenails, a few took more concentration than I could muster. But those weren't too long. Then I scraped with the foot file, then moisturized and donned socks. They need more work than I can give them, but they are better... definitely since my return. Now, perhaps, I can begin more frequent care, and wearing socks as the weather cools.
Of course, I washed up well first... not just because of the feet, but the lotion... Then eggs and bacon. I didn't turn them well, if they stuck... to the non-stick pan? I think I'll toss the thing. It... has lost something. A bit of mom's salsa and tea. Now to gaming, to more fully wake.
I forgot charcoal. Then there is registration, getting my phone paid, and the other bills. Ugh. Gotta be done. A good appointment at the end of it all. Hmm... best take medicine. Why this post? To help focus, keep up plans and requirements, to keep it all fresh and through the writing visceral. Keeping it real.
Too early, no choice.
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I went to bed so late compared to my usual, that my internal clock timed out. No matter how tired I was, there is often some sort of window... a limit... on when and how long I can sleep. I worked it yesterday. Maybe too hard. I don't know if I dreamed this, or did it... I remember getting up, feeling troubled, going to the bathroom and coughing up blood. Lungs feel... better for it, either way.
I did get a shower in. I also showered all my plants, then hit the with diatomatious (t or c) earth. I don't know if that will help. It is all I have for now. I did a few other things, and remembered medicine, had to get out of bed to take it though. At least I remembered before getting settled. - Note to self: when you overwork add a blanket or two! I was freezing all night but could do nothing.
It's crazy out there, kids. Watch it. Believe it or not they are against you and hire people who hate you. Your government and big business, better believe.
Today? Another bit of work on my feet, perhaps laundry since I finished the rest... if I need to put that up. Oh, putting the cage boxes together would give me better storage, then put the clothes away. Must vacuum the closet, clean that area out first. Sure gets complicated, quickly, sometimes. Well, that and the duck area will get work. Bleh. Still so tired. Oh, I have to stop the extra water pills. Something is going sideways in there on that score too. Thankfully I think... I am drained enough and draining well enough. Yeah, several organs are... stressed. Yeah, I do push it.
Later.
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I went to bed so late compared to my usual, that my internal clock timed out. No matter how tired I was, there is often some sort of window... a limit... on when and how long I can sleep. I worked it yesterday. Maybe too hard. I don't know if I dreamed this, or did it... I remember getting up, feeling troubled, going to the bathroom and coughing up blood. Lungs feel... better for it, either way.
I did get a shower in. I also showered all my plants, then hit the with diatomatious (t or c) earth. I don't know if that will help. It is all I have for now. I did a few other things, and remembered medicine, had to get out of bed to take it though. At least I remembered before getting settled. - Note to self: when you overwork add a blanket or two! I was freezing all night but could do nothing.
It's crazy out there, kids. Watch it. Believe it or not they are against you and hire people who hate you. Your government and big business, better believe.
Today? Another bit of work on my feet, perhaps laundry since I finished the rest... if I need to put that up. Oh, putting the cage boxes together would give me better storage, then put the clothes away. Must vacuum the closet, clean that area out first. Sure gets complicated, quickly, sometimes. Well, that and the duck area will get work. Bleh. Still so tired. Oh, I have to stop the extra water pills. Something is going sideways in there on that score too. Thankfully I think... I am drained enough and draining well enough. Yeah, several organs are... stressed. Yeah, I do push it.
Later.
Monday, September 10, 2018
Most of it?
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I can't remember what I wrote I would do. Can't focus to read. Can write, and remember what I did.
I called both the pool and V.A. dental. No one answered in either place. So I called SS. An hour wait, if it was probably longer. On my landline, so I stayed. It turns out they have re-cancelled my payments. She said they didn't receive the paperwork the post master signed as an a affirmative to my ID. Further, last time I spoke with a woman there I was told they had received it, all was good, so they resumed payments. Now they are just lying. I'll have to see if my congressman and senator can do anything, will do anything.
I still had to shop. The ducks have to have a place and I need food. It will be tight. Literally hotdogs, beans, what I have on hand with little other meat a week. Everything is put away, and I folded the last load of laundry for the day, plus folded the first basket of clothes. Couldn't get to the registrar, the ss call took me past 15:30. I suppose there was time... if not? They might close at 16:00? Too tired by then anyway.
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I can't remember what I wrote I would do. Can't focus to read. Can write, and remember what I did.
I called both the pool and V.A. dental. No one answered in either place. So I called SS. An hour wait, if it was probably longer. On my landline, so I stayed. It turns out they have re-cancelled my payments. She said they didn't receive the paperwork the post master signed as an a affirmative to my ID. Further, last time I spoke with a woman there I was told they had received it, all was good, so they resumed payments. Now they are just lying. I'll have to see if my congressman and senator can do anything, will do anything.
I still had to shop. The ducks have to have a place and I need food. It will be tight. Literally hotdogs, beans, what I have on hand with little other meat a week. Everything is put away, and I folded the last load of laundry for the day, plus folded the first basket of clothes. Couldn't get to the registrar, the ss call took me past 15:30. I suppose there was time... if not? They might close at 16:00? Too tired by then anyway.
A bit of a rest.
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Waiting to 13:30 anyway. Before calling the V.A. And about swimming. Then I can figure out the rest of the plan. I did make a grocery shopping list, and it's in a pocket, with the hardware list on the other side. I need to register my auto, so I might kick that out while at it today, and a car cleaning. Ugh.
I wasn't going to work on folding clothes, but I hadn't realized how much time is left to go. And I got a good 'nothing' rest in there, so I'll do what I can between now and call time. I should be able to finish. Oh, I need to add cowboy charcoal to my list. It's not as easy as it gets colder, but if I can't keep up on dishes, or just don't want to go there, charcoaling is king.
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Waiting to 13:30 anyway. Before calling the V.A. And about swimming. Then I can figure out the rest of the plan. I did make a grocery shopping list, and it's in a pocket, with the hardware list on the other side. I need to register my auto, so I might kick that out while at it today, and a car cleaning. Ugh.
I wasn't going to work on folding clothes, but I hadn't realized how much time is left to go. And I got a good 'nothing' rest in there, so I'll do what I can between now and call time. I should be able to finish. Oh, I need to add cowboy charcoal to my list. It's not as easy as it gets colder, but if I can't keep up on dishes, or just don't want to go there, charcoaling is king.
I doubted.
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True, not finished. But! A shower, bedding, laundry cycled, visited the post office, and called SS, if their talkers were busy. Oh, collected all laundry remaining and took it back. Won't start more laundry until what I have has been dealt with. I am dressed, with my hardware list... should create a grocery list and stick to it. Money really is tight.
Yes, the bed was made. It's a warm one, I'll need a shower before bed. Oh, and I worked on my feet this morning. I'll clip my nails tonight. Yeah. I am going to set another appointment for dental before heading out. Not bad, not bad at all. Yes, cat litter has been hit, water checked and filled, as with their hard food, and a snack earlier and one more for them before I go.
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True, not finished. But! A shower, bedding, laundry cycled, visited the post office, and called SS, if their talkers were busy. Oh, collected all laundry remaining and took it back. Won't start more laundry until what I have has been dealt with. I am dressed, with my hardware list... should create a grocery list and stick to it. Money really is tight.
Yes, the bed was made. It's a warm one, I'll need a shower before bed. Oh, and I worked on my feet this morning. I'll clip my nails tonight. Yeah. I am going to set another appointment for dental before heading out. Not bad, not bad at all. Yes, cat litter has been hit, water checked and filled, as with their hard food, and a snack earlier and one more for them before I go.
Really? Maybe.
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I noticed the new leaf on the plant my mom sent with me was eaten. I even sat the culprit... a tiny, yellow-highlighted and black, nearly fleasized, beatle. I moved the plant, but see it (and family plus friend) has finished the new leaf and started on one of the two remaining leaves! Diatomacious earth? I have it, it could work.
So... I went looking. While out there, the dishes caught my eye. I did what had been soaking, and a few more... which are drying. Then set up another dishpan full. Oh, the girls were hungry, it was time, so I fed them. I thought the d. earth was on the back porch area, headed that way, but laundry. A load now fluffing and washing.
I then returned, sat, and started to post when I realized I hadn't finished my initial task. So, a quick jaunt, found the stuff straight away, brought a portion, and hit the plant and the soil. If that doesn't work... It is what I have for now. Should hit all of my plants. I will have to investigate the mystery bug... definitely not a feature.
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I noticed the new leaf on the plant my mom sent with me was eaten. I even sat the culprit... a tiny, yellow-highlighted and black, nearly fleasized, beatle. I moved the plant, but see it (and family plus friend) has finished the new leaf and started on one of the two remaining leaves! Diatomacious earth? I have it, it could work.
So... I went looking. While out there, the dishes caught my eye. I did what had been soaking, and a few more... which are drying. Then set up another dishpan full. Oh, the girls were hungry, it was time, so I fed them. I thought the d. earth was on the back porch area, headed that way, but laundry. A load now fluffing and washing.
I then returned, sat, and started to post when I realized I hadn't finished my initial task. So, a quick jaunt, found the stuff straight away, brought a portion, and hit the plant and the soil. If that doesn't work... It is what I have for now. Should hit all of my plants. I will have to investigate the mystery bug... definitely not a feature.
What a night.
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I crashed early, between 14:30 and 15:00. Just could not keep the rig on the road. I removed the socks. My feet and legs were sore. Swelling seemed down. I woke to 'go' four times, partly my mistake... I didn't take my extra water pills until right at bedtime, focus was off today.
I woke at around 21:30, for no good reason. I was up just an hour, unable to focus, think, anything. So back to bed. I then slept to... 2:30, 3:00? Something. Feet looked great. I put the socks back on. I'll be wearing those pretty much until fluids are back in control. Should wear socks daily, difficult in the heat, since I don't have to be out... presentable.
Today? Laundry, dishes (what little is left), a trip to the hardware store and grocery store. And maybe some painting? Oh, a shower and shave, and bedding. Wow. Someone is getting ambitious! It could happen. Oh, I need to remember coffee. Just for "mornings*", actually more like a "noon spot*". Better to add cream to, tea is... odd with cream. Oh and the post office, plus a call to ss, and paying my phone and two other bills. GAH!
First, to wake. GAH!
* with the given that my morning, noon, afternoon, etceteras, could be any time of the day, with no certainty from the past or present - I slide through time at angles that... well, enjoy your ways, if more regular
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I crashed early, between 14:30 and 15:00. Just could not keep the rig on the road. I removed the socks. My feet and legs were sore. Swelling seemed down. I woke to 'go' four times, partly my mistake... I didn't take my extra water pills until right at bedtime, focus was off today.
I woke at around 21:30, for no good reason. I was up just an hour, unable to focus, think, anything. So back to bed. I then slept to... 2:30, 3:00? Something. Feet looked great. I put the socks back on. I'll be wearing those pretty much until fluids are back in control. Should wear socks daily, difficult in the heat, since I don't have to be out... presentable.
Today? Laundry, dishes (what little is left), a trip to the hardware store and grocery store. And maybe some painting? Oh, a shower and shave, and bedding. Wow. Someone is getting ambitious! It could happen. Oh, I need to remember coffee. Just for "mornings*", actually more like a "noon spot*". Better to add cream to, tea is... odd with cream. Oh and the post office, plus a call to ss, and paying my phone and two other bills. GAH!
First, to wake. GAH!
* with the given that my morning, noon, afternoon, etceteras, could be any time of the day, with no certainty from the past or present - I slide through time at angles that... well, enjoy your ways, if more regular
Sunday, September 9, 2018
Some things.
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The laundry has been fluffed. Just need to clear a basket to bring it out for folding. The dishes got hit, some needed more cleaning so are soaking with a bit more. Most were clean so have been rinsed, dried, and put away. Dinner, roast pork, boneless this time, was cooked and a small slice eaten. I'll have another, with eggs, after folding, bedding, and maybe a bath.
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The laundry has been fluffed. Just need to clear a basket to bring it out for folding. The dishes got hit, some needed more cleaning so are soaking with a bit more. Most were clean so have been rinsed, dried, and put away. Dinner, roast pork, boneless this time, was cooked and a small slice eaten. I'll have another, with eggs, after folding, bedding, and maybe a bath.
Right? I don't know.
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Dream. The biting lyrics, it was indicated. "No, this child will not suffer"? Chidingly, if not just about that but on many fronts. I was supposed to just fall, my face crumble into a scrunched sponge, and maybe cry. I just laughed at the assault. At one time, for most of my life, that would have worked. Now? I suffer gladly, as a gift for those in purgatory. The pain, steep as it is even now, is no true burden, but an opportunity. I would... do... lessen it as possible. If curable, I would do it. As is I live with it as a gift to the soul. No choice. While one can learn to live with pain, it shouldn't be sought.
Oh, about water. Starting today, compression socks. As well, I am hoping to restart the rosary. It... may take a lot longer. Focus is shot. However, the secondary gift of doing the rosary is that I do that while in a resting position on the bed, and can use the wall to elevate my legs for at least an half hour. I didn't do these things earlier because I couldn't think well.
Laundry will get a spin in a bit. Dishes, just a small dish pan, will be hit too. A bit of cleaning in the kitchen and bathroom is on the list. Then bedding is to be changed. Teeth brushing is back on the menu, as is foot care. When I suggested I wasn't doing much? Pretty literal. I want to catch up, go a bit more, then rest and push in blocks. I think I can. Later.
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Dream. The biting lyrics, it was indicated. "No, this child will not suffer"? Chidingly, if not just about that but on many fronts. I was supposed to just fall, my face crumble into a scrunched sponge, and maybe cry. I just laughed at the assault. At one time, for most of my life, that would have worked. Now? I suffer gladly, as a gift for those in purgatory. The pain, steep as it is even now, is no true burden, but an opportunity. I would... do... lessen it as possible. If curable, I would do it. As is I live with it as a gift to the soul. No choice. While one can learn to live with pain, it shouldn't be sought.
Oh, about water. Starting today, compression socks. As well, I am hoping to restart the rosary. It... may take a lot longer. Focus is shot. However, the secondary gift of doing the rosary is that I do that while in a resting position on the bed, and can use the wall to elevate my legs for at least an half hour. I didn't do these things earlier because I couldn't think well.
Laundry will get a spin in a bit. Dishes, just a small dish pan, will be hit too. A bit of cleaning in the kitchen and bathroom is on the list. Then bedding is to be changed. Teeth brushing is back on the menu, as is foot care. When I suggested I wasn't doing much? Pretty literal. I want to catch up, go a bit more, then rest and push in blocks. I think I can. Later.
Saturday, September 8, 2018
Only the shower.
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Well, and a small dish pan of dishes were set to soak. After the big portion of dishes I was finished. That opened the way for showering, a start to get back to cooking, and took care of my largest domestic headache. I am satisfied. I did a number of other smaller tasks too.
Feet still look bad, swollen. Not too severely, but enough to be an ongoing problem. I'll keep at it, but I am taking 200 mg of the water pill. I... more? Another day. If they remain as are I'll add another. I have to get that fluid out. I don't want it more deeply in my lungs, that is terrible to choke on your own breath.
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Well, and a small dish pan of dishes were set to soak. After the big portion of dishes I was finished. That opened the way for showering, a start to get back to cooking, and took care of my largest domestic headache. I am satisfied. I did a number of other smaller tasks too.
Feet still look bad, swollen. Not too severely, but enough to be an ongoing problem. I'll keep at it, but I am taking 200 mg of the water pill. I... more? Another day. If they remain as are I'll add another. I have to get that fluid out. I don't want it more deeply in my lungs, that is terrible to choke on your own breath.
All of them.
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Dishes, that is. Once started I plowed right through. As wel, I swept and then cleaned the litter. I've been keeping up on litter lately. But that is it for a while. I called my mom, on my landline. I think she has the number? If not she may have ignored the call. I'll make sure next time we talk.
The next tasks are the shower and shave. Then laundry. I am satisfied with the way things are going. I hope to finish off well. Tomorrow, bedding change, more laundry, the kitchen, and the rest of the bathroom. And a bath, a soaking bath. If I get the kitchen done, I will be set to try some of those recipes. Macadamian nut bread, or tortillas and mayo, then maybe the chocolate. Yeah, I have the ingredients.
I might be seeing stars. It really is my body, not my lack of will. I am pushing things just by shoving my day back around. Adding actual physical labor in messes with some things. But, fine. I'll do what I can anyway. A bit more gaming, then I'll see about the rest.
Have a good... no, great, day.
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Dishes, that is. Once started I plowed right through. As wel, I swept and then cleaned the litter. I've been keeping up on litter lately. But that is it for a while. I called my mom, on my landline. I think she has the number? If not she may have ignored the call. I'll make sure next time we talk.
The next tasks are the shower and shave. Then laundry. I am satisfied with the way things are going. I hope to finish off well. Tomorrow, bedding change, more laundry, the kitchen, and the rest of the bathroom. And a bath, a soaking bath. If I get the kitchen done, I will be set to try some of those recipes. Macadamian nut bread, or tortillas and mayo, then maybe the chocolate. Yeah, I have the ingredients.
I might be seeing stars. It really is my body, not my lack of will. I am pushing things just by shoving my day back around. Adding actual physical labor in messes with some things. But, fine. I'll do what I can anyway. A bit more gaming, then I'll see about the rest.
Have a good... no, great, day.
Maybe not as planned. But...
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While I like, prefer, things to go as pencilled in, as long as things are happening I am usually good. I had meant to wash dishes, shower, then put them back. In working on dinner while doing the dishes, they were set to rinse before I could shower. I'll get my shower yet today. I did give the laundry a fluff.
I then ate dinner, then back to gaming. I am about to go back to work. Dishes, a shower and maybe shave, then cycling laundry. I'll fold what is dry while watching a movie. Yeah. Still not much, or fast, but it's something. Oh, I did order interconnecting wire boxes, to hopefully develop organization in the bedroom. If it succeeds I may order more. Like milk crates, only easier to configure.
I should call my mom. Just to talk. I don't know if age has been as hard on her as my health on me, if I suspect we are similar. Which... causes me concern regarding her. She will most likely outlive me, if that isn't as good as it can seem. I hope it on one selfish hand, hope otherwise in a more giving way. Not our choice in the end.
Well, I'll at least drain and do some dishes, then shower, after a call. Good morning, day, to you.
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While I like, prefer, things to go as pencilled in, as long as things are happening I am usually good. I had meant to wash dishes, shower, then put them back. In working on dinner while doing the dishes, they were set to rinse before I could shower. I'll get my shower yet today. I did give the laundry a fluff.
I then ate dinner, then back to gaming. I am about to go back to work. Dishes, a shower and maybe shave, then cycling laundry. I'll fold what is dry while watching a movie. Yeah. Still not much, or fast, but it's something. Oh, I did order interconnecting wire boxes, to hopefully develop organization in the bedroom. If it succeeds I may order more. Like milk crates, only easier to configure.
I should call my mom. Just to talk. I don't know if age has been as hard on her as my health on me, if I suspect we are similar. Which... causes me concern regarding her. She will most likely outlive me, if that isn't as good as it can seem. I hope it on one selfish hand, hope otherwise in a more giving way. Not our choice in the end.
Well, I'll at least drain and do some dishes, then shower, after a call. Good morning, day, to you.
I finally found it.
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The instruction video was found while pleasure viewing a vid on another topic... a murphy (fold-up) bed. I'd like to put one in the spare bedroom, or my room. Anyway, this particular model had static legs for when the bed was deployed, which became floating shelves when the bed was folded against the wall.
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The instruction video was found while pleasure viewing a vid on another topic... a murphy (fold-up) bed. I'd like to put one in the spare bedroom, or my room. Anyway, this particular model had static legs for when the bed was deployed, which became floating shelves when the bed was folded against the wall.
Right at eight, give or take fifteen.
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Is anything not more or less? Oh, sure, there has been the random exact to a dollar, or ten(s of) dollar(s) change, and such... rarity makes those exceptions to prove the rule. Same with other seemingly exact measures, weights, random numbers and such. What am I getting at? Nothing.
Sleep was good. I think. Feet are looking better but still not quite right. Only one bathroom need during the night. If my feet were looking pretty bad before bed. It actually doesn't make sense that they would be so swollen, that I only voided once, and they look much better this morning. Weird.
I have been on medicine well. For food, I dither between right eating (if sometimes the wrong food) to grazing. Cannot focus. I have changed what and how much I graze, pistachios or almonds and a cup or two max a day. I have lost... control. But I can alter key aspects if I can remember the need, desire, in time then focus. FOCUS. Brutal, have to force the issue. Usually.
Meat is thawed. Pork roast, steaks, and burger. I should be eating well. However, with social security on the fritz, this month is looking spooky. I'll have to pinch every penny, stretch every nickel, cheap cheap cheap. Canned tuna, burger, hotdogs, egg casseroles, no pork and steak as planned. The butcher will have to wait.
As for steak being too expensive? My usual half inch slab is half the price of my typical fast food order, sometimes a third if I get a side of chicken nuggets. And I only eat twice a day max, with two veggies on the side max. My food money is channelled into meat. The only problem with steak this month is that steep up-front cost. It's not a luxury item, either. It is what will keep me alive. Oh, I am going to add porterhouse steaks into the mix, plus chops, pork roasts, chuck roasts, and burger from the butcher. No lamb this year, just missed it and am going broke. Blah.
Later.
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Is anything not more or less? Oh, sure, there has been the random exact to a dollar, or ten(s of) dollar(s) change, and such... rarity makes those exceptions to prove the rule. Same with other seemingly exact measures, weights, random numbers and such. What am I getting at? Nothing.
Sleep was good. I think. Feet are looking better but still not quite right. Only one bathroom need during the night. If my feet were looking pretty bad before bed. It actually doesn't make sense that they would be so swollen, that I only voided once, and they look much better this morning. Weird.
I have been on medicine well. For food, I dither between right eating (if sometimes the wrong food) to grazing. Cannot focus. I have changed what and how much I graze, pistachios or almonds and a cup or two max a day. I have lost... control. But I can alter key aspects if I can remember the need, desire, in time then focus. FOCUS. Brutal, have to force the issue. Usually.
Meat is thawed. Pork roast, steaks, and burger. I should be eating well. However, with social security on the fritz, this month is looking spooky. I'll have to pinch every penny, stretch every nickel, cheap cheap cheap. Canned tuna, burger, hotdogs, egg casseroles, no pork and steak as planned. The butcher will have to wait.
As for steak being too expensive? My usual half inch slab is half the price of my typical fast food order, sometimes a third if I get a side of chicken nuggets. And I only eat twice a day max, with two veggies on the side max. My food money is channelled into meat. The only problem with steak this month is that steep up-front cost. It's not a luxury item, either. It is what will keep me alive. Oh, I am going to add porterhouse steaks into the mix, plus chops, pork roasts, chuck roasts, and burger from the butcher. No lamb this year, just missed it and am going broke. Blah.
Later.
Friday, September 7, 2018
Thanks for the reminder.
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Someone visited a post. The post partly discussed shitaki noodles. I honestly didn't like them. And, yet, after blood sugar took a hundred or more point hit? I am thinking whomever made the suggestion is probably right. I don't think the sauce was a problem, just the noodles. So, right, it's in the basket. Bleh.
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Someone visited a post. The post partly discussed shitaki noodles. I honestly didn't like them. And, yet, after blood sugar took a hundred or more point hit? I am thinking whomever made the suggestion is probably right. I don't think the sauce was a problem, just the noodles. So, right, it's in the basket. Bleh.
Thursday, September 6, 2018
Zounds!
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I did get the laundry to dry, then set to fluff... just to be sure. I did make it to nigh on 15:00. Then I died into sleep heaven. OMG. Dark and hard as a steel fitted coffin. Nothing, no thing. I haven't slept like that in a coon's age. I must have voided, three urinals are full. Had mostly stopped using them. Have them in there for nights like last night and when I am taking extra water pills.
It does look like the damn finally broke, or started to break. There is still some minor swelling on top of my right foot, but ankles are not cankley. Still, in normal recent times, that would be enough for concern. So I will continue at the higher dose until I am running dry. Usually two is maintenance, with three as an emergency number. But five? That's way out, ask even Monty Python.
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I did get the laundry to dry, then set to fluff... just to be sure. I did make it to nigh on 15:00. Then I died into sleep heaven. OMG. Dark and hard as a steel fitted coffin. Nothing, no thing. I haven't slept like that in a coon's age. I must have voided, three urinals are full. Had mostly stopped using them. Have them in there for nights like last night and when I am taking extra water pills.
It does look like the damn finally broke, or started to break. There is still some minor swelling on top of my right foot, but ankles are not cankley. Still, in normal recent times, that would be enough for concern. So I will continue at the higher dose until I am running dry. Usually two is maintenance, with three as an emergency number. But five? That's way out, ask even Monty Python.
Well?
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I will be awake to 14:00. The laundry is dragging on. I tried to dry too much at too low of a heat. The second load will not get folded but should make it in. Dishes are about to get hit. Then set aside for a shower. Bleh. I realized I had an appointment today. No way I could make it. Called to cancel and reset, plus get another eye visit.
I'll have to get paperwork to my doc for license. I have three bills to pay, four. Ugh.
I'm taking five 40 mg furosimide (water pills). Have been for two... three?... days. The feet, and interior though not lungs, are still flooded. Yeah, I need rest. I pushed, it isn't just exhaustion. I didn't break anything, I probably bent a couple or dozen major somethings. Yeah. I seem to do that, and need to do that, from time to time. One of my cousins does that to her dad. She wasn't sure that was right, I heard. It'll keep him alive. No, not drinking more, on the medium to light levels... a gallon and an half to three a day. I can go to four or five.
I'll give my mom a call, then check things. Good night.
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I will be awake to 14:00. The laundry is dragging on. I tried to dry too much at too low of a heat. The second load will not get folded but should make it in. Dishes are about to get hit. Then set aside for a shower. Bleh. I realized I had an appointment today. No way I could make it. Called to cancel and reset, plus get another eye visit.
I'll have to get paperwork to my doc for license. I have three bills to pay, four. Ugh.
I'm taking five 40 mg furosimide (water pills). Have been for two... three?... days. The feet, and interior though not lungs, are still flooded. Yeah, I need rest. I pushed, it isn't just exhaustion. I didn't break anything, I probably bent a couple or dozen major somethings. Yeah. I seem to do that, and need to do that, from time to time. One of my cousins does that to her dad. She wasn't sure that was right, I heard. It'll keep him alive. No, not drinking more, on the medium to light levels... a gallon and an half to three a day. I can go to four or five.
I'll give my mom a call, then check things. Good night.
Alright, Skippy.
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The second load of laundry is in. That will be that, for this cycle, if I hope to fold that and put it up. It will be three loads, actually. I gave up on dishes. Or, more, the way I was trying to do them. Usually the kitchen sink is better, save when I can't stand for long. Then I go back to the tub in the tub. I can sit while doing them that way. And, yes, they are in soaking.
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The second load of laundry is in. That will be that, for this cycle, if I hope to fold that and put it up. It will be three loads, actually. I gave up on dishes. Or, more, the way I was trying to do them. Usually the kitchen sink is better, save when I can't stand for long. Then I go back to the tub in the tub. I can sit while doing them that way. And, yes, they are in soaking.
The best pasghetti sauce I have ever made.
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Possibly the best I have ever eaten, with the provisio that I like it "warm" and most don't even add to jalapeno level, let alone habanera level. Some like it hot. Started with a pound and half of burger, sauted in light olive oil. Added a large dose of Italian seasonings, a teaspoon of onion and ginger powder (Gilligan will be so jealous) and two teaspoons of garlic. Forgot to add the anchovy paste but decided it's never too late, so in it went, about a table spoon as with the tomato paste (both from tubes... really ramps flavor), then about an half teaspoon of my hottest pepper flecks.
I let that all mix and brown. No salt needed, if I do salt the pasta while it cooks. Then, I added a small can of diced tomatos, a cup and half of my mom's salsa, and a cup of the pasta water, then let that simmer for between half and one hour. Oh my word. The waiting was murder. The long simmer (first time), the ginger, and my mom's salsa were the secrets.
I've been awake for a bit. Moving slow. I found the rosary but haven't started it yet. I did say a few Hail Mary's and an Our Father. I have it set up to start. Medicine is still messy. I miss, take it at the wrong times... I am simply out of step with no quick way of jumping back into a right pattern. It'll be a few steps forward, one or several back, in hopes that I go more forward than back and sooner than later. Amen... so be it.
The list is still the list. Laundry, a load, is going in now. Later.
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Possibly the best I have ever eaten, with the provisio that I like it "warm" and most don't even add to jalapeno level, let alone habanera level. Some like it hot. Started with a pound and half of burger, sauted in light olive oil. Added a large dose of Italian seasonings, a teaspoon of onion and ginger powder (Gilligan will be so jealous) and two teaspoons of garlic. Forgot to add the anchovy paste but decided it's never too late, so in it went, about a table spoon as with the tomato paste (both from tubes... really ramps flavor), then about an half teaspoon of my hottest pepper flecks.
I let that all mix and brown. No salt needed, if I do salt the pasta while it cooks. Then, I added a small can of diced tomatos, a cup and half of my mom's salsa, and a cup of the pasta water, then let that simmer for between half and one hour. Oh my word. The waiting was murder. The long simmer (first time), the ginger, and my mom's salsa were the secrets.
I've been awake for a bit. Moving slow. I found the rosary but haven't started it yet. I did say a few Hail Mary's and an Our Father. I have it set up to start. Medicine is still messy. I miss, take it at the wrong times... I am simply out of step with no quick way of jumping back into a right pattern. It'll be a few steps forward, one or several back, in hopes that I go more forward than back and sooner than later. Amen... so be it.
The list is still the list. Laundry, a load, is going in now. Later.
Wednesday, September 5, 2018
It isn't just me.
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I mean I am not just being lazy. I was thinking that might be the case until I noticed something. Legs are swollen. That was a few days ago. So I started back on medicine, which had slipped. It isn't enough, so I just added more water piils. No real choice. I am a bit surprised. Even that isn't helping, or as much or quickly as anticipated. I'll keep at it.
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I mean I am not just being lazy. I was thinking that might be the case until I noticed something. Legs are swollen. That was a few days ago. So I started back on medicine, which had slipped. It isn't enough, so I just added more water piils. No real choice. I am a bit surprised. Even that isn't helping, or as much or quickly as anticipated. I'll keep at it.
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Hmm? Well...
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It seems to be going to fall fast out there. In one sense it is good. I can always wear more clothes. However, the bob and weave in the jog of weather change is kicking my butt. That and resetting medicine. I can't say how often I missed per day or over what period. I did try, for what it was worth. I am able to go on them full tilt, though there is some loadstoning happening... would be at any dose.
So? So I am tired. I will keep trying though. And I am doing more, even on my own. Tonight? Back to yesterday's list. I did get a few more things done, just not listed items. Probably didn't need to get the trash out, being a holiday, but far better a day early than late!
Blood sugar has been medium to high. I just started checking again yesterday. Perhaps I can get food back in trim, on the righter stuff at the righter times, with multiday fasting on weekends, starting next weekend. I haven't checked bp lately. I'll give meds some time. Ugh.
Yeah, I'll try to get more off the list tonight. Later.
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It seems to be going to fall fast out there. In one sense it is good. I can always wear more clothes. However, the bob and weave in the jog of weather change is kicking my butt. That and resetting medicine. I can't say how often I missed per day or over what period. I did try, for what it was worth. I am able to go on them full tilt, though there is some loadstoning happening... would be at any dose.
So? So I am tired. I will keep trying though. And I am doing more, even on my own. Tonight? Back to yesterday's list. I did get a few more things done, just not listed items. Probably didn't need to get the trash out, being a holiday, but far better a day early than late!
Blood sugar has been medium to high. I just started checking again yesterday. Perhaps I can get food back in trim, on the righter stuff at the righter times, with multiday fasting on weekends, starting next weekend. I haven't checked bp lately. I'll give meds some time. Ugh.
Yeah, I'll try to get more off the list tonight. Later.
Monday, September 3, 2018
Not bad for a short run.
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I realized, if tonight was going to be different, I had to start. When? Usually now is the best answer. As to what... depends on the day. Sunday, isn't it? Yes and no, but for practical purposes, yes. As in trash day. I got much of it out yesterday, half by volume, three quarters by weigh, or more... cat litter.
So... I started there. While at it, all of the trash cans and the recycling bin needed bagged. Not just from the bags and clutter , but a pot of fresh eww and refrigerator cleaning. There was something in the freezer too. I even went through the eggs. Wow, it had gotten rough. I opened several windows and have a fan going. It'll take a bit.
I hope to get laundry started, do some dishes, then get a shower and maybe a shave yet tonight. As usual no promises. The pork roast is grilling as I write. It must be close... *ding, ding, ding* Talk about timing. Later.
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I realized, if tonight was going to be different, I had to start. When? Usually now is the best answer. As to what... depends on the day. Sunday, isn't it? Yes and no, but for practical purposes, yes. As in trash day. I got much of it out yesterday, half by volume, three quarters by weigh, or more... cat litter.
So... I started there. While at it, all of the trash cans and the recycling bin needed bagged. Not just from the bags and clutter , but a pot of fresh eww and refrigerator cleaning. There was something in the freezer too. I even went through the eggs. Wow, it had gotten rough. I opened several windows and have a fan going. It'll take a bit.
I hope to get laundry started, do some dishes, then get a shower and maybe a shave yet tonight. As usual no promises. The pork roast is grilling as I write. It must be close... *ding, ding, ding* Talk about timing. Later.
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Wiggling the day around.
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Attempting a maneuver to such ends. I did wake later, but for sleeping long. Going to bed... trying to push that around. That is not only not advancing, I am losing that battle for now. I... the weather has something to do with it. Warm one day, falling the next. It's as moody as I am. Well, and... meds, food, and still recovering. Probably other things as well.
I did reset medicine last night. As well, I got litter changed and most trash out. Meat was thawed, so a good dinner... pork roast, peas, milk, and... ?
I hope to do more tonight. No promises. Merely a goal. Same as yesterday. Later.
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Attempting a maneuver to such ends. I did wake later, but for sleeping long. Going to bed... trying to push that around. That is not only not advancing, I am losing that battle for now. I... the weather has something to do with it. Warm one day, falling the next. It's as moody as I am. Well, and... meds, food, and still recovering. Probably other things as well.
I did reset medicine last night. As well, I got litter changed and most trash out. Meat was thawed, so a good dinner... pork roast, peas, milk, and... ?
I hope to do more tonight. No promises. Merely a goal. Same as yesterday. Later.
What a gas.
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Didn't get anything done. Shouldn't be surprised. I am surprised I am doing the other things and staying up full days. So...
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Didn't get anything done. Shouldn't be surprised. I am surprised I am doing the other things and staying up full days. So...
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Good morning.
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It's as close as I can get for you. I actually woke closer to 18:00. An hour later and I'm just posting. Sleep was fantastic. Two days of working tuckered me out, if not... in a bad way. Just tired enough to make sleep excellent. I am going to try to hit the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry tonight.
Odd, even with all going, for home cooling, and it being cooler, I couldn't get it below 72 in here last night. Perhaps that is close to the late summer limit, or I started too late? I'll be trying again tonight. As well, another shower, just body. I am so dry and I need to work specifically on my feet. Baby oil with coconut and shea, really helps. Slather it on, after a shower, say once a week for maintenance... more as needed if you are hitting a dry spell or your skin is being fussily dry for any reason. I really am learning to love the stuff. Finally, my belly button isn't a dried out weird area. If it's still a strange part of the anatomy. After the whole body, then scaling dry skin from the feet and peppermint lotion on top. Self-care... gotta do it.
It's already down to 70 outside, already cooler than inside? Okay.
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It's as close as I can get for you. I actually woke closer to 18:00. An hour later and I'm just posting. Sleep was fantastic. Two days of working tuckered me out, if not... in a bad way. Just tired enough to make sleep excellent. I am going to try to hit the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry tonight.
Odd, even with all going, for home cooling, and it being cooler, I couldn't get it below 72 in here last night. Perhaps that is close to the late summer limit, or I started too late? I'll be trying again tonight. As well, another shower, just body. I am so dry and I need to work specifically on my feet. Baby oil with coconut and shea, really helps. Slather it on, after a shower, say once a week for maintenance... more as needed if you are hitting a dry spell or your skin is being fussily dry for any reason. I really am learning to love the stuff. Finally, my belly button isn't a dried out weird area. If it's still a strange part of the anatomy. After the whole body, then scaling dry skin from the feet and peppermint lotion on top. Self-care... gotta do it.
It's already down to 70 outside, already cooler than inside? Okay.
More work, driving lessons, and dinner.
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I asked what time it was, looked at the clock too. None of that helped, didn't stick in memory. However, I know I went to bed at 9:40 to 50, that I set ac to run for ten hours, and that it said it had five hours (probably plus and or minus up to nearly an half hour) on the timer. So... 15:35 to 16:25? In that neighborhood, when I woke, with little sleep. It was enough.
First, back to work. Two more windows were cut. One was fitted back in, with a single hinge. It needs two. A latch and handle were installed. The wood was from the cut, glued then with a plank screwed across all to hold it together. Two more windows were cut. It was cooler today but I got hotter than yesterday anyway. A bit of cleaning, the sorting of parts from shelves plus their removal, then getting tools in, and that was that for that part.
While the Boss took a breather, I hit the showers. Much needed, because of the heat of the day and... it's been a few days. Got in a shave while at it. Then on to driving. I was choking, having problems shifting. He took the driver position to figure out my problem. Figured it out. I returned to driving and now am about were I was when I left off before the trip, perhaps slightly better. I was getting steamed, the switch out and discussion kept me from... creating unnecessary hiccups.
Then to dinner. I don't have anything thawed, so I left the choice in his hands. He finally went with a new Mexican joint in the next town over. I went with several tacos, a goat meat burrito (it was that or beef tongue), and my tea. He went with tacos and... something else... just can't recall. Pretty good, actually. The burrito was more than I could quite finish, but he finished most of his meal. All good.
I have the windows open and fans going. It is, mostly, back to summer. I need the cool. Even with the cooling trim, the cave is still 72, with it being in the mid 40's out there. Odd. It's about time for another meal. Pork and salsa, corn, and a glass of milk. I finished the game I was playing, but there are other things to do in it, if mostly mop-up.
A very good day. Later.
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I asked what time it was, looked at the clock too. None of that helped, didn't stick in memory. However, I know I went to bed at 9:40 to 50, that I set ac to run for ten hours, and that it said it had five hours (probably plus and or minus up to nearly an half hour) on the timer. So... 15:35 to 16:25? In that neighborhood, when I woke, with little sleep. It was enough.
First, back to work. Two more windows were cut. One was fitted back in, with a single hinge. It needs two. A latch and handle were installed. The wood was from the cut, glued then with a plank screwed across all to hold it together. Two more windows were cut. It was cooler today but I got hotter than yesterday anyway. A bit of cleaning, the sorting of parts from shelves plus their removal, then getting tools in, and that was that for that part.
While the Boss took a breather, I hit the showers. Much needed, because of the heat of the day and... it's been a few days. Got in a shave while at it. Then on to driving. I was choking, having problems shifting. He took the driver position to figure out my problem. Figured it out. I returned to driving and now am about were I was when I left off before the trip, perhaps slightly better. I was getting steamed, the switch out and discussion kept me from... creating unnecessary hiccups.
Then to dinner. I don't have anything thawed, so I left the choice in his hands. He finally went with a new Mexican joint in the next town over. I went with several tacos, a goat meat burrito (it was that or beef tongue), and my tea. He went with tacos and... something else... just can't recall. Pretty good, actually. The burrito was more than I could quite finish, but he finished most of his meal. All good.
I have the windows open and fans going. It is, mostly, back to summer. I need the cool. Even with the cooling trim, the cave is still 72, with it being in the mid 40's out there. Odd. It's about time for another meal. Pork and salsa, corn, and a glass of milk. I finished the game I was playing, but there are other things to do in it, if mostly mop-up.
A very good day. Later.
Thursday, August 30, 2018
Nothing. Dreamed a fix. Still nothing?
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Yea. Regarding the duck coop. I... just couldn't see how to do things. I knew the way I was going at it wasn't working. I wasn't seeing my way to completion on the raised nesting areas, the hatch, the windows... it was all seeming impossible, or at least unlikely.
Last night, or the night before, time has gotten fuzzy in my exhausted situation, I dreamed a solution to the nesting area. As dreams go, I wasn't sure if the solution would work. But I woke with more than a dying man's hope. Even so I couldn't get to work. Then, this afternoon, I heard the Boss, so started getting going. Wanna work, he asked? You bet!, or something strongly in the positive.
It was warm! Strangely, for me, I was glad to see, feel it, so warm. I might even say it was hot. The shiver of pre-winter, which had invaded the environs, mind, and body had been a bit much and a bit early. It has rolled me into a minor depression. Was stuck. Still might be, but today might help.
We got out there. Had to do some minor deconstruction before trying the dream way. It worked! Quite well. Got the raised nesting area set up. Next, got latches on the window and front door so they won't bang in the wind. Then we started on the hatch for egg retrieval. This was another area of doubt. I had no real plan, just parts, pieces, an end goal, and tools.
Wonderful! The cuts went well, the wood removed went back together to become the hatch door. A few pieces of cut and spare 2 x 4 and plywood made the hinges and latch fit and sit right. It was work, plus thinking, plus all the woodworking skills both of us have, and nearly every power tool, plus other tools, but it really came together. I even had purchased t-handles, and they are installed. The only thing more would be rope for limits to travel for the hatch, and 2 x 4 pieces between the outside and inside walls, and maybe insulation.
Well... for that part. Still need to craft another two windows, make a wire and mesh front double (high and low) door, do final cleanup, the figure out nesting and floor materials. Not bad. I called the man I am buying the girls and gents from. All good, they need more time to sex them anyway, at least another week. Cool. I was beginning to feel guilty about being back but not calling, so that was served.
Darn it though, I may have to buy a belt sander to finish the nest platform. And you Know how much I hate buying new tools! Ha! Oh, yes. I best start looking. Oh, and a small bit of feed, to carry me over to my own mix, plus some anti-skid material... even what is used for bathtubs would work... for the ramp. Nice. Not just doable, mostly done.
The Boss thinks he might be back tomorrow. I hope to be out tomorrow, either way. But... that has been the case since I got home, innit. Blah. Awesome! I don't care, not a bad day. Later.
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Yea. Regarding the duck coop. I... just couldn't see how to do things. I knew the way I was going at it wasn't working. I wasn't seeing my way to completion on the raised nesting areas, the hatch, the windows... it was all seeming impossible, or at least unlikely.
Last night, or the night before, time has gotten fuzzy in my exhausted situation, I dreamed a solution to the nesting area. As dreams go, I wasn't sure if the solution would work. But I woke with more than a dying man's hope. Even so I couldn't get to work. Then, this afternoon, I heard the Boss, so started getting going. Wanna work, he asked? You bet!, or something strongly in the positive.
It was warm! Strangely, for me, I was glad to see, feel it, so warm. I might even say it was hot. The shiver of pre-winter, which had invaded the environs, mind, and body had been a bit much and a bit early. It has rolled me into a minor depression. Was stuck. Still might be, but today might help.
We got out there. Had to do some minor deconstruction before trying the dream way. It worked! Quite well. Got the raised nesting area set up. Next, got latches on the window and front door so they won't bang in the wind. Then we started on the hatch for egg retrieval. This was another area of doubt. I had no real plan, just parts, pieces, an end goal, and tools.
Wonderful! The cuts went well, the wood removed went back together to become the hatch door. A few pieces of cut and spare 2 x 4 and plywood made the hinges and latch fit and sit right. It was work, plus thinking, plus all the woodworking skills both of us have, and nearly every power tool, plus other tools, but it really came together. I even had purchased t-handles, and they are installed. The only thing more would be rope for limits to travel for the hatch, and 2 x 4 pieces between the outside and inside walls, and maybe insulation.
Well... for that part. Still need to craft another two windows, make a wire and mesh front double (high and low) door, do final cleanup, the figure out nesting and floor materials. Not bad. I called the man I am buying the girls and gents from. All good, they need more time to sex them anyway, at least another week. Cool. I was beginning to feel guilty about being back but not calling, so that was served.
Darn it though, I may have to buy a belt sander to finish the nest platform. And you Know how much I hate buying new tools! Ha! Oh, yes. I best start looking. Oh, and a small bit of feed, to carry me over to my own mix, plus some anti-skid material... even what is used for bathtubs would work... for the ramp. Nice. Not just doable, mostly done.
The Boss thinks he might be back tomorrow. I hope to be out tomorrow, either way. But... that has been the case since I got home, innit. Blah. Awesome! I don't care, not a bad day. Later.
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Steak and winter.
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Well, not really winter. The feel, and look, are there. It is 45 at midnight. If it doesn't drop too much more it isn't unseasonal. But 65 during the day is. I expect rain, from here on to snow too. But there is something different about the last storm. Too dark, bitter. While winter hasn't truly arrived, it's shadow has.
No matter, I was hungry. I got the grill going, put on a can of corn, then added an inch thick steak. I went rare, and it was tops. I have to remember to call for another group of steaks at the butcher. Two meals a day, a larger and smaller cut of fatter meat, and three sides as I see fit to distribute. It works.
The dishes were reset. The goal tonight is to kick those out, do two hours in the kitchen, hit the bathroom, and start on laundry. Then, tomorrow, get on the duck hutch. I'd like a day or two on that on my own, if... I'm running out of days! I'll save painting and limb removal until later in the week.
I wanted salsa, the habanera salsa my mom made just for me, with the last pork meal, but prefer it chilled. So... I put a jar in. I'll have that with leftover pork as my second meal. Oh, I did try it. She did very well. I'll have to talk her into doing that every other year, perhaps teaching me to do it the next time she is out.
I also need to reset medicine. It takes concentration. I think I can. A few hours to let the midnight lunch settle, if I'll reset dishes, medicine, and set laundry to go before setting the timer. Still tired, but wanting to crack back to work. Later.
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Well, not really winter. The feel, and look, are there. It is 45 at midnight. If it doesn't drop too much more it isn't unseasonal. But 65 during the day is. I expect rain, from here on to snow too. But there is something different about the last storm. Too dark, bitter. While winter hasn't truly arrived, it's shadow has.
No matter, I was hungry. I got the grill going, put on a can of corn, then added an inch thick steak. I went rare, and it was tops. I have to remember to call for another group of steaks at the butcher. Two meals a day, a larger and smaller cut of fatter meat, and three sides as I see fit to distribute. It works.
The dishes were reset. The goal tonight is to kick those out, do two hours in the kitchen, hit the bathroom, and start on laundry. Then, tomorrow, get on the duck hutch. I'd like a day or two on that on my own, if... I'm running out of days! I'll save painting and limb removal until later in the week.
I wanted salsa, the habanera salsa my mom made just for me, with the last pork meal, but prefer it chilled. So... I put a jar in. I'll have that with leftover pork as my second meal. Oh, I did try it. She did very well. I'll have to talk her into doing that every other year, perhaps teaching me to do it the next time she is out.
I also need to reset medicine. It takes concentration. I think I can. A few hours to let the midnight lunch settle, if I'll reset dishes, medicine, and set laundry to go before setting the timer. Still tired, but wanting to crack back to work. Later.
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Rest and more.
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So needed. No work. That I am working at all? That I have the vehicle mostly unloaded? Not bad, actually. I haven't restarted bio stat collection again yet. Trying to get food back in the right trim. Multiday fasting isn't on the schedule yet, but daily fasting is good. Carbs... I have to have come off those for a bit before even trying. Even then I might fail. Still, getting there, and much better and faster than my return last year.
I do need to clear cat litter and get trash out. A shower and shave, plus cleaning the bathroom while at it. It isn't because it's Sunday that I won't do more, having failed to work yesterday, it is because I am not ready. Truly tired. Tomorrow? A call about swimming, painting, the kitchen cleaning, and sawing down limbs are all in the running.
I don't always get why I like particular songs or singers. It's a taste thing, if I think there is more to it. A recent song that... just got to me. The prophetic is often not understood by others. If I don't always see clearly, right until I can't see otherwise. I can almost taste the hunger I am hearing with my eyes. Innit?
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So needed. No work. That I am working at all? That I have the vehicle mostly unloaded? Not bad, actually. I haven't restarted bio stat collection again yet. Trying to get food back in the right trim. Multiday fasting isn't on the schedule yet, but daily fasting is good. Carbs... I have to have come off those for a bit before even trying. Even then I might fail. Still, getting there, and much better and faster than my return last year.
I do need to clear cat litter and get trash out. A shower and shave, plus cleaning the bathroom while at it. It isn't because it's Sunday that I won't do more, having failed to work yesterday, it is because I am not ready. Truly tired. Tomorrow? A call about swimming, painting, the kitchen cleaning, and sawing down limbs are all in the running.
I don't always get why I like particular songs or singers. It's a taste thing, if I think there is more to it. A recent song that... just got to me. The prophetic is often not understood by others. If I don't always see clearly, right until I can't see otherwise. I can almost taste the hunger I am hearing with my eyes. Innit?
Saturday, August 25, 2018
Lumpy and grumpy.
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No, not two dwarves rolled into one. The bed remains a difficult new sleep medium. And my body lets me know. I'm not grumpy personally, just a thing of my body. It took almost two weeks to mostly get used to that soft bed. It might take longer, as my body is in recovery. All good, it'll get there.
A pork roast, some veggies, a potato, and milk... and a call. I have decided not to do heavy work. I would like to snap the kitchen back into top shape, cook, and top off the bathroom. As well, laundry. All but the potato will be cooked outside, which makes my plans easier. If I get that, I hope to shower, shave, sort cat litter, and get trash ready to go. I think I can do most of that. Probably.
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No, not two dwarves rolled into one. The bed remains a difficult new sleep medium. And my body lets me know. I'm not grumpy personally, just a thing of my body. It took almost two weeks to mostly get used to that soft bed. It might take longer, as my body is in recovery. All good, it'll get there.
A pork roast, some veggies, a potato, and milk... and a call. I have decided not to do heavy work. I would like to snap the kitchen back into top shape, cook, and top off the bathroom. As well, laundry. All but the potato will be cooked outside, which makes my plans easier. If I get that, I hope to shower, shave, sort cat litter, and get trash ready to go. I think I can do most of that. Probably.
Friday, August 24, 2018
An ache ended in a smile.
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An ache in my back. I put a hand against my back, leaning into the hand to get the kink or whatever to release... a common fix for such. I did work the trouble out. But something felt... different. My love handles, compared to the last decades, are far smaller. I still have a belly, if it seems to be getting smaller too.
I had a dream in which I was thinking about becoming more muscled. I think I remember hearing that being on the water pill, through constantly draining, allows for fast building, as it removes the acid that usually collects in the muscles causing the literal burn.
As well, what I eat helps, plus the way... which was retained out there in that we ate once or twice, close together. I was intermittent fasting, if killing carbs. Although I had been eating correctly for building muscle until I arrived there. I was primed to build. I worked as hard as I could for several days, then took days off, with mild or no work as needed.
I couldn't keep that up for long. As is I feel as if I am drowning in muscle, and exhausted for it. I wouldn't mind getting used to this level, perhaps adding to it. Swimming, keeping at projects, keeping up on the cave, and eating right? We will see. It might be too much. I feel as if I have become concrete, which is slowly drying. Ugh. I wrote the first paragraph earlier, had most of the rest in my mind, but crashed so hard I needed sleep before I could finish. Intermittent sleep? Maybe. :)
Later.
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An ache in my back. I put a hand against my back, leaning into the hand to get the kink or whatever to release... a common fix for such. I did work the trouble out. But something felt... different. My love handles, compared to the last decades, are far smaller. I still have a belly, if it seems to be getting smaller too.
I had a dream in which I was thinking about becoming more muscled. I think I remember hearing that being on the water pill, through constantly draining, allows for fast building, as it removes the acid that usually collects in the muscles causing the literal burn.
As well, what I eat helps, plus the way... which was retained out there in that we ate once or twice, close together. I was intermittent fasting, if killing carbs. Although I had been eating correctly for building muscle until I arrived there. I was primed to build. I worked as hard as I could for several days, then took days off, with mild or no work as needed.
I couldn't keep that up for long. As is I feel as if I am drowning in muscle, and exhausted for it. I wouldn't mind getting used to this level, perhaps adding to it. Swimming, keeping at projects, keeping up on the cave, and eating right? We will see. It might be too much. I feel as if I have become concrete, which is slowly drying. Ugh. I wrote the first paragraph earlier, had most of the rest in my mind, but crashed so hard I needed sleep before I could finish. Intermittent sleep? Maybe. :)
Later.
Solid.
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Amazing. Biceps, triceps, and calves, at least... like rock. Forearms as well. Sized up a nice bit too, at least for my age. Murder tired but able to do some work. Yesterday the Boss visited for a driving lesson. He wasn't sure if he would be back this week, though thought Friday if so. Nope. Dropped in today. We started in on the duck house.
I am still terribly exhausted, but I would rather keep working. I can't push all on my own, so this is good. As well, it will push me to do more on my own. We got one window cut, and part off the nesting area going. After clearing and cleaning the inside. More to go, on all accounts. Always good to get a start though. It looks like my greater concerns with cutting into the walls isn't half and less as annoying or complicated as had been thought.
I won't work tomorrow, but Saturday and Tuesday, on the hutch and limb cutting. Solo. He will be back Wednesday or Thursday. All good. Once that area is handled, I'd like to get a new front door, a new window in the spare bedroom, then a new back door and screen door... storm door... perhaps front and back. Yeah. Help really does help. Oh, and maybe a second coat and calking on the south facing second level windows. Ugh.
Later. Or good night.
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Amazing. Biceps, triceps, and calves, at least... like rock. Forearms as well. Sized up a nice bit too, at least for my age. Murder tired but able to do some work. Yesterday the Boss visited for a driving lesson. He wasn't sure if he would be back this week, though thought Friday if so. Nope. Dropped in today. We started in on the duck house.
I am still terribly exhausted, but I would rather keep working. I can't push all on my own, so this is good. As well, it will push me to do more on my own. We got one window cut, and part off the nesting area going. After clearing and cleaning the inside. More to go, on all accounts. Always good to get a start though. It looks like my greater concerns with cutting into the walls isn't half and less as annoying or complicated as had been thought.
I won't work tomorrow, but Saturday and Tuesday, on the hutch and limb cutting. Solo. He will be back Wednesday or Thursday. All good. Once that area is handled, I'd like to get a new front door, a new window in the spare bedroom, then a new back door and screen door... storm door... perhaps front and back. Yeah. Help really does help. Oh, and maybe a second coat and calking on the south facing second level windows. Ugh.
Later. Or good night.
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
There are several reasons for the exhaustion.
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When as tired as I am, it is difficult to think clearly. After a very good, long, deep sleep, my faculties are more in play. If too, while waking, one of the reasons became clear. My bed here at home is a rock compared to the pillow soft mattress I slept on in my mom's spare room. It beat me up there, getting used to that... and is doing similar in reverse. I much prefer the rock, I am simply not used to it.
More. While I am delighted as cool as it is, that takes me down a peg itself, until I get used to it. As well, weather patterns have been going through, I am changing back to high fats, and the altitude difference. Yeah, add all that to how much work I did and the drive home. I should be exhausted.
I had a dream last night. Someone was praying fiercely, at Satan. I suggested he not bring pride to his prayer, as that was Satan's main attribute, so a great risk to attempt to use against him. The one praying looked my way. Fiercely at first. It so started me, for it was my face. Then the one praying took on a humble visiage, turned forward, and returned to much more gentle prayers, just to God. Ignore the false in prayers, just focus on God?
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When as tired as I am, it is difficult to think clearly. After a very good, long, deep sleep, my faculties are more in play. If too, while waking, one of the reasons became clear. My bed here at home is a rock compared to the pillow soft mattress I slept on in my mom's spare room. It beat me up there, getting used to that... and is doing similar in reverse. I much prefer the rock, I am simply not used to it.
More. While I am delighted as cool as it is, that takes me down a peg itself, until I get used to it. As well, weather patterns have been going through, I am changing back to high fats, and the altitude difference. Yeah, add all that to how much work I did and the drive home. I should be exhausted.
I had a dream last night. Someone was praying fiercely, at Satan. I suggested he not bring pride to his prayer, as that was Satan's main attribute, so a great risk to attempt to use against him. The one praying looked my way. Fiercely at first. It so started me, for it was my face. Then the one praying took on a humble visiage, turned forward, and returned to much more gentle prayers, just to God. Ignore the false in prayers, just focus on God?
Exhausted beyond reason.
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I suspect I simply pushed too hard for too long when it was too hot and humid. Then the return drive. While I have rested, I have been doing some work, more than it seems, since returning. I think I have a week for nearly pure downtime. Grilling for food, resting as I need, sleeping as I must.
I missed the driving lesson. Shopping, and just getting around in town in the crazy traffic, just ate time. It Couldn't be helped. I made spaghetti tonight. I am still coming off carbs, can't quite go cold turkey. Brutal. This is my first non-keto meal. I don't mind.
I am still hoping to look for a vehicle. But I can narrow online?
My aunt gave me a blessed rosary while I was out there. I prayed it nearly every morning, and it never went missing. I need to find it and get back to it. I have intentions for each... for my aunt, in gratitude, for neighbors who were set to have a child, for my brother and his family, for the church, for... even for greater humility. Having intentions, more so set in advance, helps.
As was mentioned long ago, and has shown through recently, coming to a good relationship with Mary has been a trial. Now that I have it, I very much enjoy it. I think it improves my relationships with other women too. It... rounds the corners a bit, or such... softens animosity. Mostly. ;p
Oh, a song that oddly fits with another. I'll play one of them tonight, perhaps the other again soon. Some will get it. Or, a bit of it. Unrelated to events, just a correction of an old misunderstanding about the second song. I do chuckle when I see them stumble in the dark.
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I suspect I simply pushed too hard for too long when it was too hot and humid. Then the return drive. While I have rested, I have been doing some work, more than it seems, since returning. I think I have a week for nearly pure downtime. Grilling for food, resting as I need, sleeping as I must.
I missed the driving lesson. Shopping, and just getting around in town in the crazy traffic, just ate time. It Couldn't be helped. I made spaghetti tonight. I am still coming off carbs, can't quite go cold turkey. Brutal. This is my first non-keto meal. I don't mind.
I am still hoping to look for a vehicle. But I can narrow online?
My aunt gave me a blessed rosary while I was out there. I prayed it nearly every morning, and it never went missing. I need to find it and get back to it. I have intentions for each... for my aunt, in gratitude, for neighbors who were set to have a child, for my brother and his family, for the church, for... even for greater humility. Having intentions, more so set in advance, helps.
As was mentioned long ago, and has shown through recently, coming to a good relationship with Mary has been a trial. Now that I have it, I very much enjoy it. I think it improves my relationships with other women too. It... rounds the corners a bit, or such... softens animosity. Mostly. ;p
Oh, a song that oddly fits with another. I'll play one of them tonight, perhaps the other again soon. Some will get it. Or, a bit of it. Unrelated to events, just a correction of an old misunderstanding about the second song. I do chuckle when I see them stumble in the dark.
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Stupid clocks!
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For whatever reason... wait... no, that is right? Well... something is still off?
I, yeah. Maybe not. I thought I had more time, thinking I woke at noon. It was 13:00, now that I wake enough for recall. Then thinking I hadn't done much, but I actually did a lot more than just shower. I unloaded and stowed toiletries, collected and put some of the dirty laundry back, found food stuffs and got those to the kitchen, etc. Actually, tabulation leaves me impressed. I crammed a lot of little, often complicated or involved multistep chores, plus a shower, in 41 minutes.
Driving lessons tonight. And I will begin searching for a second vehicle this week. I have a call to make, about the ducks. If they can give me two weeks... I'll pay now, and a bit for feed if so. I just hope they aren't too crowded. The world, at home, begins anew. I like this summer. I can't keep this pace forever, but if I can go from this to half this pace regularly... life returns.
Later.
.
For whatever reason... wait... no, that is right? Well... something is still off?
I, yeah. Maybe not. I thought I had more time, thinking I woke at noon. It was 13:00, now that I wake enough for recall. Then thinking I hadn't done much, but I actually did a lot more than just shower. I unloaded and stowed toiletries, collected and put some of the dirty laundry back, found food stuffs and got those to the kitchen, etc. Actually, tabulation leaves me impressed. I crammed a lot of little, often complicated or involved multistep chores, plus a shower, in 41 minutes.
Driving lessons tonight. And I will begin searching for a second vehicle this week. I have a call to make, about the ducks. If they can give me two weeks... I'll pay now, and a bit for feed if so. I just hope they aren't too crowded. The world, at home, begins anew. I like this summer. I can't keep this pace forever, but if I can go from this to half this pace regularly... life returns.
Later.
Monday, August 20, 2018
A later wake.
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I needed more sleep. Being so much cooler it was far easier to get it. That is the last time I visit Iowa in the summer though. Too hot and humid. Well, not unless I must. Dinner is about to go on. Missionaries visited, so we had a good visit outdoors on a good day for it. I am not a typical Catholic, I do know enough of the Bible. Not by heading numbers... by content.
I am hoping to begin putting things away and washing clothes, as well as unpacking. I didn't get the trash out, or litter cleared and replaced, but I will get the litter and trash out today as well. Oh, that last post... too late but I had meant to pull it for a few weeks, perhaps refine it. May change a thing or two, if it is too late to pull.
I best get the roast going, on the grill. Later.
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I needed more sleep. Being so much cooler it was far easier to get it. That is the last time I visit Iowa in the summer though. Too hot and humid. Well, not unless I must. Dinner is about to go on. Missionaries visited, so we had a good visit outdoors on a good day for it. I am not a typical Catholic, I do know enough of the Bible. Not by heading numbers... by content.
I am hoping to begin putting things away and washing clothes, as well as unpacking. I didn't get the trash out, or litter cleared and replaced, but I will get the litter and trash out today as well. Oh, that last post... too late but I had meant to pull it for a few weeks, perhaps refine it. May change a thing or two, if it is too late to pull.
I best get the roast going, on the grill. Later.
Oh, right.
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I forget I can blog again.
I woke fairly early, before noon, perhaps before 10:00? Music, reading, cooking, setting up the hoses, then watering tonight, with another meal about to get set. Well, mostly resting, to simplify. I should check trash. There is some to go, if the largest part will be cat litter. I need to change all of that.
Oh, milk arrived. I sure miss good milk. I do drink storebought, just a lot less. And, no to organic grass fed storebought. Beside being out of my price range, it is homogenized and pasteurized, meaning it is pretty much the same as the rest. Yes, raw milk is sorely missed. Not legal to buy in Iowa, from what I could tell.
Next month I need to buy more steak, as well as a few other things at the butcher shop. Bones for stock, broth actually... no veggies. Chuck roasts and burger as well. Enough for several months, if the highest fat... 70 vs 85 lean, if I have that right. I can't do lamb this year. I may see about a hog, or half, the month after that though.
It is far cooler than the news is saying. It is saying it is 66 F, but it was 56 to 58 an hour or more ago. I can't remember the high today, but yesterday, and in Iowa, both broadcast and my app were always wrong. Missing weather is one thing, not being able to take correct measurements is pure fraud.
The highest it got in the cave was 75 or 76, but it was only that hot later in the day and is already down to 73 in the main area, 69 in the front room. While a degree cooler than where my mother usually kept it, it is much cooler without the humidity. It is wonderful! From the news it looked like I had really hot days for my return. Not so much. Grobal warbbling may be out with even low infos, but academics and the "news" are still pushing it. Soros and his lot must be pretty much paying for all of the "news".
Oh, a dream? Vision? I'm not sure I will share. I'm not sure I will even post. We'll see. Truly intense. True? I... have my suspicions. I'll go over one part. Not sure I posted on this part, but I think so...
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I saw, whether in a dream or vision, the 'hole' in which God became. In it, without space, time, or form, over time spans incomprehensible to men, God and not God slowly parted. That which was not god, while it hated God, did not wish to go. Fervid dreams of the worst sort could not explain what God went through, weeding what He is from what He was not, one bit at a time. Then making that separation permanent.
Of all the things I fear, being sent on His journey is the only threat which might make me consider hell rather than that. I Wouldn't, but it would be a close call.
What I saw this time was what He last sent from Himself. His... worst enemy. Both the most difficult element to send away, and what He least wanted to remove from Himself. All else had to be already gone or this wouldn't have been possible. Oh, yes, I did see, and part of the struggle.
I can only speculate as to why what ended happening from that. If I have some reasonable ideas... if true. Wild stuff.
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Food is almost ready, watering is finished. Later or good night.
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I forget I can blog again.
I woke fairly early, before noon, perhaps before 10:00? Music, reading, cooking, setting up the hoses, then watering tonight, with another meal about to get set. Well, mostly resting, to simplify. I should check trash. There is some to go, if the largest part will be cat litter. I need to change all of that.
Oh, milk arrived. I sure miss good milk. I do drink storebought, just a lot less. And, no to organic grass fed storebought. Beside being out of my price range, it is homogenized and pasteurized, meaning it is pretty much the same as the rest. Yes, raw milk is sorely missed. Not legal to buy in Iowa, from what I could tell.
Next month I need to buy more steak, as well as a few other things at the butcher shop. Bones for stock, broth actually... no veggies. Chuck roasts and burger as well. Enough for several months, if the highest fat... 70 vs 85 lean, if I have that right. I can't do lamb this year. I may see about a hog, or half, the month after that though.
It is far cooler than the news is saying. It is saying it is 66 F, but it was 56 to 58 an hour or more ago. I can't remember the high today, but yesterday, and in Iowa, both broadcast and my app were always wrong. Missing weather is one thing, not being able to take correct measurements is pure fraud.
The highest it got in the cave was 75 or 76, but it was only that hot later in the day and is already down to 73 in the main area, 69 in the front room. While a degree cooler than where my mother usually kept it, it is much cooler without the humidity. It is wonderful! From the news it looked like I had really hot days for my return. Not so much. Grobal warbbling may be out with even low infos, but academics and the "news" are still pushing it. Soros and his lot must be pretty much paying for all of the "news".
Oh, a dream? Vision? I'm not sure I will share. I'm not sure I will even post. We'll see. Truly intense. True? I... have my suspicions. I'll go over one part. Not sure I posted on this part, but I think so...
--------------------
I saw, whether in a dream or vision, the 'hole' in which God became. In it, without space, time, or form, over time spans incomprehensible to men, God and not God slowly parted. That which was not god, while it hated God, did not wish to go. Fervid dreams of the worst sort could not explain what God went through, weeding what He is from what He was not, one bit at a time. Then making that separation permanent.
Of all the things I fear, being sent on His journey is the only threat which might make me consider hell rather than that. I Wouldn't, but it would be a close call.
What I saw this time was what He last sent from Himself. His... worst enemy. Both the most difficult element to send away, and what He least wanted to remove from Himself. All else had to be already gone or this wouldn't have been possible. Oh, yes, I did see, and part of the struggle.
I can only speculate as to why what ended happening from that. If I have some reasonable ideas... if true. Wild stuff.
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Food is almost ready, watering is finished. Later or good night.
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Back!
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Tired. I returned in the early afternoon. I got a plant clipping I requested from my mother in and in water so as to root, clothes in, electronics in, toiletries as well, and the cold and frozen food in and away. Not bad, after a seventeen and more straight drive. I made it both out and back on a single run, no hotels.
Quite a set of jobs out there, beside the drives. I scraped both eaves (?) of her house, painted most of one, took down as many branches as possible to clear both her drive, roof, and back yard... walnut, much of it... seriously hard wood by the way. Then I felled a four in one tree at her friend's. Friend? I don't think terminology is keeping up with social, civil, conditions? If more like old school boyfriend and girlfriend? Of the nearly grade school sort? Only more adult without adulteration? Anyway, all that, plus shopping, various runs to the post and such, and other.
It was broiling there. Brutal work days, some of them. It was that way pretty much the whole time I was there. Humidity was steep. Working in high summer is always a test. Felling trees with chest high cuts was a trick. The chipping, painting, and other cutting just became oppressive over time. The other bits were more annoying for one to ten reasons.
The main sun block didn't work. Made it worse. The other was too weak or also made it worse, if more mildly associated to It's milder formulation? I didn't end burned. Not sure if I finally acclimated or if there was enough cloud cover? I did gain weight, but am still easily, more easily, in 38 jeans. Muscle. To be sure.
The Boss showed, so talked a bit. Some of the kitchen, weeding, and watering were kept up. Plans were discussed for the hutch and else. He looks ready... for school. And an end to summer, and that sort of work. I am hoping to get a few winterizing bits done, but duck preps first.
Just checking in after partial unloading, cooling, and a nap. Cooking a steak and corn. Can't fast quite yet... next weekend. Later.
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Tired. I returned in the early afternoon. I got a plant clipping I requested from my mother in and in water so as to root, clothes in, electronics in, toiletries as well, and the cold and frozen food in and away. Not bad, after a seventeen and more straight drive. I made it both out and back on a single run, no hotels.
Quite a set of jobs out there, beside the drives. I scraped both eaves (?) of her house, painted most of one, took down as many branches as possible to clear both her drive, roof, and back yard... walnut, much of it... seriously hard wood by the way. Then I felled a four in one tree at her friend's. Friend? I don't think terminology is keeping up with social, civil, conditions? If more like old school boyfriend and girlfriend? Of the nearly grade school sort? Only more adult without adulteration? Anyway, all that, plus shopping, various runs to the post and such, and other.
It was broiling there. Brutal work days, some of them. It was that way pretty much the whole time I was there. Humidity was steep. Working in high summer is always a test. Felling trees with chest high cuts was a trick. The chipping, painting, and other cutting just became oppressive over time. The other bits were more annoying for one to ten reasons.
The main sun block didn't work. Made it worse. The other was too weak or also made it worse, if more mildly associated to It's milder formulation? I didn't end burned. Not sure if I finally acclimated or if there was enough cloud cover? I did gain weight, but am still easily, more easily, in 38 jeans. Muscle. To be sure.
The Boss showed, so talked a bit. Some of the kitchen, weeding, and watering were kept up. Plans were discussed for the hutch and else. He looks ready... for school. And an end to summer, and that sort of work. I am hoping to get a few winterizing bits done, but duck preps first.
Just checking in after partial unloading, cooling, and a nap. Cooking a steak and corn. Can't fast quite yet... next weekend. Later.
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